Jun Yu pursed his lips, looked at his brother, and nodded firmly.
Yes, he wanted to remember that no matter what was in that memory, it was an indispensable part of his life.
The hypnotist who hypnotized Jun Yu had already immigrated and settled abroad. Jun Yue asked the butler to contact him.
Soon, I got in touch with him, but it would take another day for him to return to China.
For Jun Yu, this day felt like a year.
Dabao and Nibao did not have classes today. When Nibao woke up early in the morning and saw her little uncle, she was so happy.
He kicked up his short legs and ran over with his chubby and soft body, and hugged Jun Yu's calf.
"Uncle, you're back. Nibao missed you so much." The little girl raised her bright little face, and looked at Jun Yu with the same blue eyes as Lan Duoduo, full of innocence and childishness.
But at this time, Jun Yu had no energy at all to play with Nibao.
"Nibao, uncle is feeling a little uncomfortable today, go play with your brother."
The little girl lowered her head in disappointment and turned to look at her brother. Her brother was reading a book, but the words in the book were all in Tadpole script and she didn't recognize any of them.
Suddenly, he felt very sad, so the baby, with no one to play with, turned to pester his own father.
… …
The hypnotist finally arrived.
At this time, Jun Yu was lying on a recliner. There were only two of them in the room and it was very quiet.
At the beginning, Jun Yu was more or less nervous, but later, after the hypnotist's guidance, his mood gradually calmed down.
Every word the hypnotist said seemed to have a magical power. Unconsciously, Jun Yu closed his eyes and entered a state of half sleep and half wakefulness.
In the dream, his memories flashed before his eyes bit by bit, like a movie played in reverse.
Once again, he saw those bloody and perverted scenes, and saw the kidnappers treating those young children brutally. In his ears, the children's desperate cries almost pierced his eardrums.
Jun Yu's fists clenched unconsciously, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He seemed to have fallen into an abyss of cycles, and no matter how he tried to escape, he couldn't get out.
There seemed to be a gentle voice telling him to relax.
He is Jun Yu, he is a man of the Jun family, he can bear these things!
A powerful force surged in his heart, supporting him firmly.
Then, the scene changed, and a green meadow appeared in front of his eyes.
A young couple sat on the grass.
That was him and Li Mumu.
The young man suddenly took out a white veil from behind and covered Li Mumu's head with it.
Li Mumu was startled for a moment, then pulled down her wedding dress and glared at him: "Jun Yu, what are you doing? This is for marriage."
"I know, Li Mumu, you will be my bride."
"No." Li Mumu shook his head and refused.
"Why?"
"Then do you like me?" Li Mumu asked back.
At such a young age, he had no idea what love was, so he shook his head.
"You don't like me, why do you want me to be your bride?"
"Because I only want you to be my bride, the most beautiful bride."
Li Mumu blushed, "Well, okay then."
She nodded.
The two of them buried all the memories about each other under the tree.
They agreed that if she really became his bride, they would dig the things out together.
But he forgot.
So, Li Mumu regarded that night as the time when she married him, so she went to dig this out.