The boy stared blankly at the older brother.
"Is it good?"
Xiao Xiao smiled.
The boy nodded dumbly.
Then he hurriedly said, "It's good."
The minty taste that had disappeared from his mouth made him feel much better.
He couldn't help letting the corners of his mouth lift slightly.
His expression was a little silly.
"It's really good."
"That's good."
Xiao Xiao nodded slightly.
"Now, let's talk about how you forgot what Big Sister looks like."
"Don't get worked up."
Seeing the boy's emotions bubbling like water on the verge of boiling, Xiao Xiao said this first.
The boy tried to rein in his emotions.
He clenched his hands.
One hand had unconsciously come to rest against his chest.
"Big Brother."
The boy's voice was hoarse.
"I forgot what Big Sister looks like..."
"What should I do?"
His voice was tinged with tears.
The helpless, bewildered look on his face was like that of someone trapped in a sealed maze.
There was a hint of fear in his eyes.
Even despair.
"Don't panic."
Xiao Xiao gently soothed the boy.
"You know, sometimes the more anxious you get, the more pressure you put on yourself, and you can even forget things you would otherwise have been able to remember."
The boy's expression softened a little.
Is... is that so?
That... that does seem right...
"I don't know if you've ever experienced this..."
Xiao Xiao smiled slightly.
"When you're writing something, and suddenly there's a character you can't remember how to write."
"It's not a particularly complicated character."
"You're sure you know how to write it."
"But in that moment, you just can't remember how."
"Then later, when you write that character again, you might not even realize that you couldn't write it the