The abbot in the Jingxin Temple remembered Li Nanyan, but because it was the holy land of Buddha's light, when he saw Mo Sheng'er and Li Nanyan, he didn't speak, but took out the book he had written at that time and handed it to Li Nanyan and Mo Sheng'er respectively.

Mo Sheng'er didn't understand what this book was for, but looking at Li Nanyan's pious appearance, she took the book respectfully and lowered her head.

Li Nanyan's handwriting is very good, he first copied the Buddhist scriptures, and then wrote down his wishes.

Two years ago, his wish was that Shen Xiaojiu could find his family and reunite with them.

And now, his wish is that Shen Xiaojiu can recover his memory.

Mo Sheng'er only knew what Li Nanyan was writing, he had lost his memory, in addition to painting, those words had to be recognized from scratch.

Mo Sheng'er couldn't write her name, so she took a notebook and pen and began to concentrate.

After Li Nanyan handed the written book to the abbot, he turned around and looked at Mo Sheng'er, she was not writing, but drawing seriously.

Inside the painting is a man and a woman holding hands.

Li Nanyan could see it, Mo Sheng'er seemed to notice that there were eyes staring at her, she quickly covered it and turned the page, but this time, she drew a few pages of familiar handwriting.

Mo Sheng'er suddenly had a broken picture flashing in her mind, she was obviously illiterate, but she remembered the words 'Li Nanyan'.

This was left by Shen Xiaojiu two years ago.

"It's your name!"

"Do you remember?"

Li Nanyan looked at her with some joy and asked.

Mo Sheng'er picked up the pen again, she carefully sketched one stroke at a time, and wrote out Li Nanyan's name, after writing, she checked it again, and suddenly spoke, "Is there a missing point in the middle of the word Yan?" ”

This is what Li Nanyan said to her two years ago, and such an opening made Li Nanyan very excited, "Sheng'er, did you remember something?" ”

"This image is indeed familiar to my mind, as if it happened a long, long time ago, but I only remember that someone told me that there were three dots in the middle of the word derivation."

"Isn't it you?" Mo Sheng'er suddenly looked at him seriously, "Have we been here before?" ”

Although Mo Sheng'er didn't think about anything related to the past, he was already very happy that she could say such things, "Yes, we've been here before!" ”

As if because of the affirmation, Mo Sheng'er was a little happy in her heart, she lowered her head and continued to write Li Nanyan's name, and after writing a full page, she suddenly remembered something, "I won't write my own name." ”

"I'll teach you."

When the words fell, Li Nanyan held Mo Sheng'er's tender little hand, and he wrote the words 'Shen Xiaojiu' on the paper.

Although the current Shen Xiaojiu is called Mo Sheng'er, in Li Nanyan's heart, she will always be Shen Xiaojiu.

The name, he didn't want to change.

"It turns out that my name, so easy to write, is much less than your analogy."

Li Nanyan only taught Mo Sheng'er once, but Mo Sheng'er had already learned it.

She wrote the three words Shen Xiaojiu with ease.

"By the way, how do you write about good health?"

Li Nanyan originally thought that Mo Sheng'er would write her wishes on the wish sticker, but unexpectedly, she wrote words wishing Li Nanyan good health.

Mo Sheng'er seemed to like it very much, she wrote a lot in her notebook, and she didn't plan to leave until it was almost dark after eating fast.

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