The sharp honking of a passing motorcycle woke up Shi Yang who was in a daze.
She instinctively turned her head, and several speeding motorcycles made her instinctively retreat to the path she had just turned out of. She also fell to the ground due to the continuous retreating movements.
Several teenagers on motorcycles seemed to be still upset, and they glanced sharply in Shiyang's direction as the car roared past.
Fu Jingchuan turned around and saw a man on a motorcycle roaring past, and he couldn't help but frowned.
Principal Zhang also saw it and couldn't help but frown and said: "Racing is strictly prohibited near the school. These people are so outrageous. They are racing here every two days."
Fu Jingchuan glanced at him but said nothing. He slowly looked away from the motorcycle boy who had raced away, with a hint of confusion in his dark eyes.
The grade director who had taken Fu Jingchuan back then had now greeted him with a smile: "Come to school, it's cold outside, don't just chat and catch a cold outside."
Principal Zhang also smiled and took over: "Look at me, I forget about it when I am happy. Come on, let's go into the school and talk."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to greet Fu Jingchuan to walk to the campus.
Fu Jingchuan glanced at the grade director who was looking a little old and haggard, nodded slightly, and walked to the school gate under the greetings of Principal Zhang and others.
When he turned around, he couldn't help but turn his head and glance at the street corner where Shiyang had been standing just now, but there was nothing there.
The quiet and empty streets have returned to calm.
Fu Jingchuan looked away sadly.
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At the corner of the street, Shiyang squatted on the ground, rubbing the knee that was accidentally knocked while dodging the motorcycle.
The beige beret she wore on her head had already fallen to the ground while dodging, and half of the scarf around her neck had fallen to the ground.
Yan Yao, who just came out of the community, saw the young girl who had fallen to the ground and the hat and scarf scattered on the ground. He subconsciously stepped forward to help her pick up the hat, and asked her worriedly: "Hello, are you okay?"
"It's okay, thank you."
Shiyang replied softly subconsciously.
Yan Yao was about to hand the hat to her but stopped suddenly and looked at Shiyang in disbelief.
Shiyang looked up at Yan Yao in confusion.
She was wearing a mask, with only her eyes exposed.
Yan Yao recognized those clear eyes that were always gentle, peaceful, quiet and well-behaved.
The hand he was holding the hat was trembling a little, and he looked at her quietly with slightly reddish black eyes. There was a mix of surprise and uncertainty in his eyes, as if he wanted to recognize her but didn't dare to.
The confusion in Shi Yang's eyes deepened, and he looked puzzledly at the man in front of him who seemed to be a little out of control.
Yan Yao's hand had already reached out to her, his fingers trembling slightly, as if he wanted to take off her mask.
When his hand was about to touch her mask, Shiyang turned her head away, looked at the hat he was holding, and asked him softly: "Hello, can you return the hat to me?"
She clearly saw that the man in front of her looked startled after she asked, and the dark eyes looking at her seemed to have a trace of uncertainty and confusion.
He glanced at the hat in his hand.
"Sorry." He apologized softly and handed the hat back to Shiyang.
"Thank you." Shiyang thanked him softly, took the hat, stood up, nodded apologetically to him as a farewell, turned around and left.
"Shiyang." Yan Yao suddenly shouted at her back.
Shiyang was not very sensitive to this name, even though Bo Yanshi had told her that her name was Shiyang.
But the reality of losing her memory caused her to lose all awareness of her own name. Since she woke up, Bo Yanshi has called her "Miss Shi", and Xu Qiulan has also called her "Yang Yang", which made her The perception of the name "Shiyang" has further declined.
Yan Yao saw that she had no reaction to the name, and the look in his eyes instantly dimmed, but he was unwilling to give up. After a slight hesitation, he suddenly stepped forward and lifted Shi Yang's mask from behind. .
"What are you doing?"
Shiyang turned around and scolded him subconsciously.
A familiar face fell into Yan Yao's eyes.
Tears flashed in Yan Yao's eyes: "You are indeed still alive."
Shi Yang just looked at him with an inexplicable expression, his eyes were completely unfamiliar.
Such strangeness made Yan Yao's eyes flash with self-doubt.
"I'm Yan Yao." He couldn't help but introduce himself.
But Shiyang's eyes were still unfamiliar, and he had no intention of exploring.
She said nothing, just stretched her hand towards the mask he was holding, and asked him hesitantly: "Can you give it back to me?"
The weather in Xicheng is cold and windy. She is afraid of the cold and suffers from colds, so she has long been accustomed to wearing a mask when going out.
Her reaction made Yan Yao even more confused. Originally he was sure that she was Shiyang, but now he was a little uncertain.
He hesitantly handed the mask to Shiyang, and asked her reluctantly: "Don't you recognize me?"
Shi Yang's eyes were a little confused, but he still nodded, then took the mask he handed over and put it on, turned around and walked to school.
Yan Yao only hesitated for a moment and followed.
When she entered the campus, he followed her.
She went to the library and he followed her.
She went to the teaching building, and he followed her.
He didn't speak a word along the way, just looked at her with confusion and self-doubt.
Shiyang didn't like people following her.
She had to stop and look at him: "What can I do for you?"
"Are you Shiyang?" Yan Yao finally asked the question in his heart.
