Chapter 450

By a beautiful small lake in country j, the lake water is clear to the bottom, and the surrounding forests become colorful and beautiful with the advent of autumn.

Jiang ran, who was in a good mood, suddenly had an impulse to pick up his pen and paint.

And Xiao Zhengting is really a careful warm man. Sketch tools have already been prepared in the trunk.

Sitting by the lake, Jiang ran devoted herself to describing the scenery in front of her. At that moment, she was calm, as if all the world was only on that canvas, and her soul was only condensed at the tip of the pen.

Fan Aoran and fan Yuran were used to fan Yiyi sketching outside before, and fan Yuran also liked to do so with their mommy.

"Aunt, they used to be like this, and they didn't bother." In the past, fan Yiyi often took their little brothers out to sketch, and fan Aoran was very depressed.

He doesn't like painting and doesn't draw as well as his brother, so every time mommy and his brother are painting, he sits next to him and reads.

But they didn't bring many books this time, and he didn't understand the language of country J. he couldn't read any books here.

Looking at Li Meiying and Xiao Zhengting from a distance, they sat on a big stone and talked while looking at the lake view.

Fan Aoran hesitated to go over, but he was not interested in the topic of adults. He might as well sit next to Mommy and his brother and draw together.

Helpless to pick up the brush, fan Aoran, who is stronger than fan Yuran everywhere, can't draw better than his brother.

Although he can't catch up with fan Yuran, he is much better than other children at this age. The things painted are enough to shock many people.

This is a typical "other people's children".

Jiang ran was fascinated and more exquisite.

In this quiet afternoon, Jiang ran almost forgot who he was and devoted himself to this quiet work.

When she finished drawing the last color, she naturally wrote the word "Yi" in the lower right corner of the painting. She didn't think it was wrong at all.

Fan Aoran doesn't like painting. His painting style is almost close to the lottery school, because it's the easiest way to draw.

After receiving his pen, he ran to Jiang ran and sat next to his mommy to enjoy the good afternoon. It was a good feeling.

Only when he saw that Jiang ran had finished the mark that only belonged to fan Yiyi's works, he was surprised and widened his eyes.

"Sister Xiao ran, do you... Remember?" Fan Aoran held Jiang ran tightly. His raised little face looked at Jiang ran in disbelief. His bright big eyes were full of surprise.

Fan Yuran quickly threw down his brush and ran to Jiang ran. He looked at Jiang ran and fan Aoran. He was not sure if he had heard wrong just now.

Jiang Ran is also inexplicable, but looking at his two lovely little guys from left to right, his heart is still full of happiness.

She rubbed the soft hair of fan Aoran and fan Yuran, smiled and said, "what's the matter with you two?"

Thinking of his amnesia, Jiang ran sighed. I checked so many times, took a lot of medicine, and did all kinds of non-traumatic treatment that I could do, but I didn't see any improvement.

She was worried about herself. Now she dragged two little guys to worry about her. Jiang ran said to them apologetically, "I'm really sorry. I haven't remembered it yet, but I will work hard and remember my past!"

Jiang Ran's firm look can give people a lot of confidence, but fan Aoran carefully pointed to the lower right corner of the painting and asked softly, "sister Xiao ran, why do you write this word?"

Jiang ran was stunned and looked at it along the little guy's fingers. The flower shaped word "Yi" was clearly visible, strange and familiar.

Fan Yuran also saw the word and cheered: "do you remember it all? Do you remember it all!"

Jiang ran was completely and truly encircled this time. She stared at the word. The reason why she said it was familiar was that she found that she liked to appreciate different styles, especially a painter named "fan Yiyi".

The reason why she is so familiar with this name is not only that he and she think their painting styles are very similar, but more importantly, they look very similar, and even many people directly take him and her as that person.

In the lower right corner of fan Yiyi's works, there is such a mark of fancy characters.

Now, she has just changed a picture. What's the matter with the flower script in the lower right corner? There was no one here except her and two little guys, and the word was written by herself.

Where did this habit come from?

At this moment, Jiang ran was completely flustered. She just felt that there was a heat flow in her head, which was going to involve her in a long history.

In her consciousness, she seemed not to want to touch that history, and whether she wanted to struggle and tangle in her mind, followed by a great pain.

"Ah --!" Jiang ran squatted painfully on the ground, holding his head in his hands. The painful cry resounded through the valley and echoed on the sparkling lake.

Not far away, Li Meiying and Xiao Zhengting were talking about the past when they were at school. Jiang Ran's painful voice frightened them to run away immediately.

"Xiao ran, what's the matter with you?" Li Meiying was frightened. Looking at Jiang ran in pain, she didn't know whether to help her up or not.

Fan Yuran was also frightened to cry and cried, "Mommy, what's the matter? Please help him!"

Although Xiao Zhengting is a brain expert, he also knows some other symptoms. He quickly took painkillers from his body, asked Jiang ran to take one, and pressed several important acupoints.

Under the expectation of others, he thought Jiang ran would recover slowly, but he didn't think that Jiang ran was really not in pain, and he fainted directly.

Xiao Zhengting didn't expect that Jiang Ran's symptoms were so difficult at this time. He couldn't help but pick her up and quickly walked back to the coming car. At the same time, he said to Li Meiying, "we need to go to the hospital immediately. You take good care of them."

Back to Xiao Zhengting's Hospital, a group of doctors and nurses carried out emergency treatment.

Fan Yuran held his brother tightly, and the tense atmosphere in the hospital made him more uneasy.

"Brother, Mommy will be fine, won't she?" Fan Yuran asked anxiously.

"Mommy will be fine. She will be fine!" Fan Aoran said with a small face. He was not only encouraging his brother, but also comforting himself.

A few hours later, Xiao Zhengting finally came out of the operation. He saw Li Meiying and two little guys still waiting at the door. He smiled and comforted: "don't worry, she's fine."

Everyone was finally relieved, but the next moment Xiao Zhengting frowned again, "just..."