League of Legends

Chapter 193 Little Lolita and the Lost Memory

Why don't you go?

Keep it here as a light bulb, or wait to see that person who went to buy flowers, and then meet with the knife directly?
There is no reason.

Baker is a civilized person, and he likes to explain the truth first. If the truth cannot be explained clearly, there is no need to say that the whole family will be reunited directly.

The current situation is his fault.

and……

If you look at it from another angle, Baker felt that he couldn't help but not have a hat on his head, and even brought someone else a hat.

thinking.

Baker took the flowers and prepared to leave.

at this time.

The door of the flower shop happened to be pushed open from the outside.

A blond-haired little girl who looked eight years old walked in with a backpack on her back: "Hey, Mommy, I'm back."

Josie behind the counter showed a rare panic on her face, walked out, and walked towards Little Lolita: "Hey, sweetheart, uh... how was school today?"

Followed by a young woman with three children of different ages.

Also an acquaintance.

Also a high school classmate.

"Hello, Bell."

"Laura!"

Baker greeted the high school classmates of the mother of three children, and then turned his eyes directly to the little girl who was talking next to him and his first love woman.

The panic that Josie just connected to did not escape Beck's observation.

and so……

Baker was a little confused, and even had the urge to leave here.

reason?

do not know.

Baker coughed and was about to leave.

If he didn't leave, Baker felt that his Daxia Dragon Sparrow Saber was about to come out.

Little Loli raised her head but looked at Baker who was about to leave: "Hey, I know you. You were outside the church the day before yesterday. You are the investor. My mother sometimes watches the video of your interview. .”

Josie got up in a panic, hiding her emotions, and looked at Baker: "...I mean, I sometimes listen to reports from Wall Street, you know, for better investment and financial management."

Little Lolita shrugged: "But I'm not optimistic about the Dongguo market, I'm sorry."

Beck returned to look at the little loli who said that the future of the Dongguo market was not promising, and shrugged: "It's okay, I'm your mother's... a friend, Beck."

Little Lolita looked at the big hand stretched out in front of her and shook it: "Sierra!"

Josie's expression tightened slightly.

Baker was also taken aback when he heard the self-introduction of the little loli Sera: "Your name is Sera, wow, this name...is very nice."

With that said, Baker glanced at Josie.

Walter Jaffa.

my mother's name.

Little loli's name.

Coincidence?
Josie hurriedly said to Little Lolita, "Okay, sweetheart, let's go with Laura, okay?"

Little Lori Sierra nodded.

"Wait a mininute."

Baker said aloud to Josie, and then, like Josie, he squatted down and looked at little Lorisella.

Josie got up and pinched a necklace around her neck that cost less than a hundred dollars.

Baker frowned, bent down to be at the same level as Little Lolita, and said in silence for a while, "How old are you, Sierra?"

Sierra carried her backpack again: "I look a little younger than my peers, and my teeth change much later than my peers, but I am eight years old."

Laura, who was standing at the door holding the baby, said, "Okay, it's time to eat cupcakes, let's go."

"Goodbye Mom!"

Sera walked to the door and said this to Josie, and then said to Baker who was bent over on the spot: "Nice to meet you, Baker, goodbye."

Josie walked to the door and said to Sierra who was walking away, "Goodbye, sweetheart."

After a while.

Josie seemed to be standing still, unwilling to turn around.

Baker regained his footing, and he said that he no longer knew what expression to make: "So, eight years old, right?"

Baker left the Holy City in 1997, which was October.

It's 2006 and it's March.

nine years.

eight years old.

Josie turned around slowly, looked at Baker with her arms folded, lowered her eyes, and sighed: "Well, I think that conversation that has been rehearsed in my mind many times is really going to happen."

Baker pursed his lips: "I think so."

But Baker felt that his problems were definitely not the problems in Josie's mind.

Josie was his first love.

First love is always the best, so it doesn't matter if Baker doesn't live like a man of two lifetimes, Baker's first love for Josie has been to get married from the very beginning.

Let's say that.

It never occurred to Baker to have a sport with Josie before marriage.

At least Baker never took the initiative.

The very first time was when Josie got Baker drunk. After all, it was the 90s at that time, and the phoenix spirit was very wild, even the gentle and watery Josie was no exception.

Even thought Baker didn't love her at all, or something was wrong.

Baker has just thoroughly checked his database related to Josie's memories. According to his memory, the last time Baker and Josie were supposed to go to church was three days ago.

but……

The memory of that day was fragmented, something Beck had never experienced before, no matter whether it was the first time or the next few times, no matter how much Beck drank, there was never a fragment of lack of memory.

Even Baker only knows a time, not the specific process.

This unscientific.

At least that's something unusual for Baker.

Josie took a deep breath: "I need a bottle of beer, do you want it?"

Baker came back to his senses, and when he was about to nod, he said, "Tonight, I'm going to the cemetery."

talking.

Baker took the forget-me-not flowers, walked out of the store, and walked towards the Ferrari parked at the door.

Soon.

The roar of the sports car turned into a stream of red light and disappeared on the road in an instant.

Josie, who had already walked to the flower refrigerator, turned her head and frowned at the disappearing Baker and the fiery red sports car that disappeared outside the door.

Holy City Cemetery.

Baker took the bourbon and flowers from the car, took off his sunglasses and looked up at the sky.

The sky was still as blue as ever.

but.

Compared with the previous one, Baker's mood was quite different.

Soon.

Baker walked to the tombstone of his parents.

He turned his head and glanced behind him.

next second.

Baker sat down.

on the tombstone.

The photos of father and mother Sierra are still not yellowed. They are still handsome men and beautiful women, cuddling each other with smiles on their faces.

Boo sound.

Baker shook his head, and put aside the matter of the flower shop just now, that kind of question needs to be considered in an absolutely rational situation.

Not for now.

Baker opened the bourbon in his hand, turned it on, then lit a cigarette, took two puffs, and put it on the mouth of the bourbon bottle: "Drink, smoke, Irene and Nova will not be as filial to you as I am. Yes, you know?"

Although he travels with Irene and Nova one day earlier every time, he has never seen the gifts brought by Irene and Nova.

but.

woman.

The first thing they think of is health, but other things.

……

(End of this chapter)