The man blinked his beautiful eyes and readily agreed, "Okay."
He agreed so quickly that Ying Xixi felt even more embarrassed.
Xiaobai or something like that is too casual. There are puppies out there with this name.
"Let's change it. I'll think about it again."
"No need to rethink it, Xiaobai is also a good name, I like this name."
The man's eyes were bright and gentle, very sincere.
The more sincere, innocent and simple he looked, the more Ying Xixi felt that she was bullying others.
"Not Xiaobai, but Achun. It's happily decided!"
Achun should be better than Xiaobai.
Ying Xixi thought so.
The man nodded obediently, "Okay, then call me Achun. Can I call you Xixi?"
There was expectation in his eyes.
"Can."
Ah Chun curved his eyebrows happily, "Xixi."
Ying Xixi looked at the fog around her and said, "Achun, have you ever been around in my dream? It's all foggy, and I don't know what it is."
"No, this is your dream. I wouldn't dare wander around without your permission.
Xixi, are you curious? "
“I’m curious, this is the first time I’ve been so lucid in a dream, and I can even speak and think freely.
We're just standing here anyway, let's go take a look around, I'll take you there."
After Ying Xixi finished speaking, she walked forward, and Achun followed her closely.
The fog was getting closer and closer. Ying Xixi waved her hand, and the fog dispersed, and a farmyard appeared in front of her.
"Huh? Why is there such a yard in my dream?
This looks like a small courtyard in an ancient rural area.”
Ying Xixi was very confused. She walked forward a few steps and stood in front of the fence.
Why does this courtyard look familiar?
Where had she seen this yard before?
Ying Xixi searched through her mind but couldn't find any relevant memories.
"Xixi, isn't this the yard you used to live in?"
Achun beside him suddenly asked in confusion.
"Huh? Why do you ask?"
Ying Xixi looked up at him.
Ah Chun frowned, and there was a hint of confusion in her beautiful eyes.
"This yard and this house smell like you."
Ying Xixi: “???”
She looked out toward the yard again, racking her brains again.
I really can’t think of it.
She was about to speak when a tall figure walked out of the house.
The man was wearing a short suit and his chest was bulging.
As soon as he walked out of the house, a little kid who looked a little over one year old followed him out and hugged his legs.
The little milk ball opened and closed its mouth, and it looked like it was talking, but Ying Xixi and A Chun could not hear any sound of their voices at all.
The big and the small seemed to be performing a pantomime in front of them.
Ying Xixi looked at the two people and felt that they were becoming more and more familiar, but she couldn't conjure up her empty memories no matter how hard she tried.
Achun looked at the man and also felt a sense of familiarity.
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