Pierre mother gave him a look.
Royi really doesn’t understand, even if she doesn’t have amnesia, her foreign language is not very good. Besides, people here speak with a strong local flavor and their pronunciation is not pure.
"Are you a Z?"
Pierre has learned several Z songs, and simple dialogue is ok.
"hmm"
Royi nodded.
Hey, it really is a pure Z accent.
Pierre blinked and suddenly smiled and said, "You really don’t remember who you are?"
“…”
The girl lowered her eyes slightly and her eyes fell on her fingers. There was a circle of white marks that seemed to wake her up.
In that position, her heart followed suit.
"I should remember someone."
Royi murmured something.
But that person doesn’t know, and she doesn’t have a picture.
“…”
Pierre didn’t really understand it, but he didn’t strike up a conversation when he saw the other person like this.
After dinner, the sun was shining, and Royi was sitting at the window and his chair was groggy.
The mother and son in the back were jabbering something as if they were arguing. She didn’t understand it and didn’t care.
Royi rested on a bamboo chair.
There is light on her bright forehead, eyelashes, nose and lips.
Gradually, Royi half closed her eyes and felt as if she were dreaming, but she could still hear the mother talking. She wanted to open her eyes but didn’t want to, because in this dream, she heard another sound, which was magnetic and sexy.
She couldn’t hear what he was saying, but she felt particularly dependent. She wanted to catch the sound and ask him who he was and who she was …
I don’t know how long it took
Bang bang!
A shrill instrument was deafening, and Royi started to cover her ears!
Pierre’s mother doesn’t know where she has gone. Pierre is ringing his broken musical instrument again in the room.
These sounds are like knocking on her nerves and jumping with the rhythm.
She went over and knocked on two music doors, and instantly became quiet, and Pierre walked over.
"Hey, what’s wrong with you?"
Royi wiped his sweat and pointed to his instrument and said, "Can you turn it down?"
"What did you say?" Pierre lowered his head and looked inexplicable.
So-called speech barrier embarrassment should be here.
Royi looked at his room and gave a sigh.
"nothing"
Pierre understood this sentence and scratched his head to signal her to come in.
Royi wondered. Look at him. Lift his feet and go in.
In addition to a huge drum stand, there are many Pierre rooms that look like broken copper and iron. I don’t know what they are.
She chose a place where she could sit and saw Pierre standing tall and pestle, fiddling with something in his hand.
Pierre is translating software. He heard from his classmates that with this thing, he can communicate with people from different countries.
Royi looked at him and soon heard Pierre say something on his cell phone, and there was a sound that she could understand, but the tone was a bit boring.
"Hello"
Royi smiled and nodded "Hello".
Pierre surprise added
"You really don’t remember?"
Royi thought, "Not really. I remember some childhood pictures but I don’t know their names."
Even looking for it can’t be helped
"Then what are you going to do?"
Pierre looked at her and felt a little curious.
Section 131
"I should remember."
It’s the first time I’ve come here to communicate with talented people. Royi is also very patient.
Pierre is a 19-year-old boy. He was quite unhappy when he heard that his mother had brought an oriental girl, especially when his neighbors all wanted to be his wife. Besides, he didn’t want to find a foreign country.
However, I didn’t expect to see this girl, but it didn’t make him hate it, and it made him feel that black hair and black eyes were also pretty.
He thought about it and said to his mobile phone, "You don’t care what people outside say."
He quarreled with his mother at noon, but they didn’t even think of it. It was only because their mother had been indebted to the East that she helped.
"What does it say outside?"
Royi is a bit at a loss.
Yeah, she doesn’t understand. Pierre scratched his head awkwardly.
Looking up again, Royi has got up and looked at a potted flower on the windowsill.
“…”
Pierre looked again and found that she was not looking at flowers but flowerpots.