Hua Qingshan said that everyone's memory will show a certain rule, and there will often be a critical point of remembering and forgetting.

If he can find the time when he stimulates Zhao Siqing's memory, Zhao Siqing will not dream of his past life as long as he abides by this time.

He suggested that he start from 15 days, four cycles for a round.

If she doesn't dream again after meeting her every 15 days, she will adjust the time of meeting to 10 days, and insist on it four times.

If she still dreams after meeting for 15 days, adjust the meeting time to 20 days, and stick to it four times.

So repeatedly until she finds the most frequent meeting time she can accept, without dreaming about her previous life.

Thinking of this, Huo Jingchen took a heavy breath of smoke from his hand, his throat was tight and astringent.

Another 12 days, as long as another 12 days The first cycle is over.

He can see her once in ten days.

From fifteen to ten days, he can see her more every month.

Huo Jingchen's eyes were sore, his cheeks were tight, and his throat overflowed with blood. He tried to hold back.

Almost Almost Two months passed.

But now It seems all in vain.

In vain

Huo Jingchen smiled bitterly, and his scarlet eyes flashed a flash of self mockery.

He can't do it again.

He thinks she's going crazy!

He saw her twice in less than a month, and he never suffered again.

Huo Jingchen's eyes were moist, and his eyes were bloodshot to scarlet, which was full of bitterness and inexplicable sadness.

But he was afraid that she would remember her past life.

He couldn't help but think that it was tough.

But at least, as long as he keeps thinking, he can survive.

But what if one day she remembers everything and disappears completely in front of him.

Huo Jingchen laughed at himself. He really failed.

Zhao Siqing stood in the door and looked at the men sitting at both ends of the steps. He calmed down and walked towards Huo Jingchen with a light voice.

A pair of black leather shoes slowly appeared in front of Huo Jingchen. Huo Jingchen looked up with red eyes and saw Zhao Siqing silent.

Zhao Siqing stood in front of him, her eyes were also a little red, but her mood was calmer by comparison.

She somewhat farfetched to Huo Jingchen pulled out a smile, light voice way: "you do not like me?"

Huo Jingchen opened a cracked lip and watched her throat tighten, unable to speak.

Zhao Siqing obviously didn't want to get an answer from him. He whispered: "if I make you unhappy, you can tell me. I'll go. I don't want to get involved. "

Huo Jingchen looked at her without making a sound, her lips trembled slightly, and the fog under her eyes was heavier.

Zhao Siqing smiled at him, and Wen said, "take care of yourself in the future, do not abuse drugs, take drugs, do not drink alcohol, do not have headache, do not always fight."

Zhao Siqing thought about it. It should be gone.

After a pause, she whispered, "I'm tired. Don't see you again. "

Huo Jingchen looked at her and lost her mind. The smoke in her hand fell down slowly.

In the scarlet eyes full of water mist, a tear slowly rolled down.

From the cheek to the jaw, salty and astringent.

He looked at her in a daze, suddenly as if nothing could be heard.

Zhao Siqing takes back his sight, turns around and leaves. It's crisp.

Huo Jingchen came back to her mind, caught up with her and hugged her tightly. He tried to control his emotion and said hoarsely, "don't go."