Xu Jing was silent for a long while before he suddenly asked, "You hurt your head and bled a lot when you were five. What did I buy to comfort you?"
Xu Zhen was startled, and instinctively replied, "A robot, candied hawthorns, and a bunch of lollipops."
Xu Jing asked again, "What was your worst subject in elementary school, and how many points did you score?"
Xu Zhen was again startled, then as if he recalled something sad, his expression grew even more dejected, "English, 56.5 points."
Xu Jing, "What did I give you for your birthday last year?"
Xu Zhen paused at that question, then shook his head, "I don't remember."
"What is my name?"
"Xu..." Xu Zhen paused again, "I don't remember."
Xu Jing, "..."
"Then what is big brother's name?"
Xu Zhen scratched his head, some images flashed by, a refined man appeared, but he couldn't recall exactly what he looked like, let alone the name.
"I don't remember that either."
Xu Jing remained silent.
