Zhao Xiaoman leaned on the bed and glanced at Bai Wenqiu who was pouring water for her. He bit his lip and said, "Wenqiu, or let's go home tomorrow."

Bai Wenqiu's movements stagnated, then turned back and asked calmly, "Didn't you want to travel?"

"I, I may have a cold." Zhao Xiaoman squatted to find a reason.

"Have a fever?"

"That's not..."

Bai Wenqiu asked himself whether he could tell whether his girlfriend was sick or not. He was slightly silent: "Don't you like living here?"

"No!" Zhao Xiaoman retorted eagerly, "It's very good here, I, I like it!"

"Do you not want to contact me Bai Yan?" Bai Wenqiu did not conceal his doubts, "You didn't stand up to it last night, you know him? Or I used to—"

"I don't know, I haven't seen him!" Zhao Xiaoman said in a flustered tone, holding his head artificially: "I have a headache, I want to rest first."

Bai Wenqiu looked at her quietly, seeing that Zhao Xiaoman was feeling guilty. He was about to say something, and suddenly heard a soft sigh: "Take the medicine and rest."

It wasn't until Zhao Xiaoman lay down that Bai Wenqiu pushed his wheelchair to the living room.

They lived in a suite. There was only a big bed in the bedroom. He could only sleep on the sofa tonight.

Although all relatives and friends said how much he and Zhao Xiaoman once loved each other, and how much the other side gave him, he still has no sense of reality.

He can't remember.

He has no memory of all the romantic pasts he has heard from others.

He rejected Zhao Xiaoman from the bottom of his heart, and naturally he did not want to sleep with him.

Bai Wenqiu has always been very guilty for this. He can't give love and can only make up for it in other ways.

In any case, he must shoulder the responsibility of being a "boyfriend" or a future "husband".

After waiting for a while, Bai Wenqiu felt a little bored, and simply pushed the wheelchair out.

It was less than ten o'clock, and there were many guests in the garden, and Bai Wenqiu saw Bai Yan standing under the vines at a glance. The other party was talking to a nice-looking young woman. The woman laughed at Yan Yan, and Bai Yan's eyes were slightly bent. The scene of the two standing together is pleasing to the eye.

Bai Wenqiu felt more upset and pushed the wheelchair forward without thinking about it, "Can you talk?"

Seeing that only Bai Wenqiu was alone, Bai Yan frowned slightly, "Where is Miss Zhao?"

"She rested."

Bai Yan knew that Bai Wenqiu would come to him sooner or later. No one was curious about the lost past, so he nodded, "Come to my room."

After entering the door, Bai Yan planned to make tea for Bai Wenqiu, but the latter refused to take it: "No, I don't like tea."

Bai Yan turned her head and smiled inexplicably, "You have really changed a lot."

"Why, I used to like to drink?" Bai Wenqiu is no longer surprised, even though the person in Bai Yan's impression is exactly like him now.

"It's more than love, I can't live without it. I even drink it at night." Bai Yan said half-jokingly: "The tea in the inn is made by Mr. Xie himself. My tea making skills are getting better now, and I want to make you Try it."

Bai Wenqiu heard some clues from it, "We were familiar with it before?"

So familiar to you that you know my night habits.

Seeing Bai Yan's smile slightly condensed, Bai Wenqiu felt his heart stabbed inexplicably, "Sorry, I really don't remember at all."

"It's okay." Bai Yan walked to the window, opened the window, and refreshed his mind by the cold night breeze that poured into the room. "You came to me to ask about the past?"

In fact, Bai Wenqiu didn't think too much when he came to Bai Yan, but now nodded, "Is it convenient?"

Bai Yan turned halfway, leaning against the window sill, "What do you know now?"

Bai Wenqiu will give a brief recount of what he has heard from his family and friends. His memory remains on the day when his legs had an accident. He was only 19 years old at the time. He had a good age and a great future. He was a newly formed national snowboarding **** obstacle team. The first batch of athletes. After the accident, he was sent to the United States to treat his leg injury. Unfortunately, his legs did not get better in three years and he had to return to China. After that, he accidentally met Zhao Xiaoman, who works in a nursing facility. The two gradually fell in love, confirmed their relationship, and got along very well until he lost his memory three months ago...

Bai Yan listened quietly. There was no herself in Bai Wenqiu's story. As expected, everything about him was deliberately erased.

"They said you treated your leg injury in the United States? What kind of injury can be cured for three years." There was undisguised sarcasm in Bai Yan's tone.

Bai Wenqiu frowned: "You mean they lied to me? Or did they hide something?"

Bai Yan had no intention of telling the other person that the relationship between the two was not pleasant, full of quarrels and depression, but an unforgettable love experience, but after all, it was somewhat confusing: "What do you think?"

Bai Wenqiu disliked such vague communication. In fact, everyone was vague about his three years in the United States, including his mother. He felt that he was in the mist, and everyone outside the mist was unwilling to lend a helping hand, leaving him dizzy and unable to get out of the way.

He took out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket rather irritably, "Can you smoke?"

"random."

"Do you want it?" Bai Wenqiu said politely.

"I quit."

Bai Yan didn't say that you didn't smoke before because it didn't make sense, but when he saw the brand of the other party's cigarette, his heart still jumped.

If there are too many coincidences, can they be counted as coincidences?

Bai Yan's suspicion was growing in his heart, and suddenly there was an urge to find the roots: "Are you drinking coffee now?"

Bai Wenqiu lit a cigarette and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Yes."

"Like to listen to old Soviet songs?"

"Correct."

"My favorite movie directed by Mike Payne?"

Bai Yan asked seven or eight questions in a row, and each hit the bullseye.

But Bai Wenqiu didn't think that the other party knew his preferences enough. The key word in Bai Yan's words was "now".

"Could it be that I didn't like these before?" Bai Wenqiu felt ridiculous.

Bai Yan answered the question: "Is your tattoo still there?"

Bai Wenqiu's fingers trembled, soot fell to the ground, and his face showed the biggest mood swing since the reunion, "You know I have a tattoo?"

"A flame is tattooed on your right wrist."

Bai Wenqiu took a deep look at him, and opened his sleeves. As expected, there was a bright red and wild fire on his wrist, burning his pulse.

"Could it be that I already have my tattoo?" Bai Wenqiu Nong frowned: "But this was only done after Xiaoman and I met. She also has the exact same tattoo on my shoulder."

Bai Yan opened his eyes wide in surprise, suddenly feeling extremely ridiculous, and suddenly an anger surged in his heart: "They lied to you, those are not what you like at all..."

Several fireworks exploded and bloomed in the sky.

The noisy voice concealed Bai Yan's last sentence: "I like it."

At eleven o'clock in the night, Bai Yan came to the lobby.

Xie Fei was after the reception counter and turned his head back when he heard the movement, "Mr. Bai hasn't taken a break so late?"

"Can't sleep, want to drink some wine."

Xie Fei understood, turned around and took out the red wine stored by Bai Yan from the newly placed wine cabinet, and poured a small half glass.

"Boss Xiao Xie, don't you drink?" Bai Yan took the glass and asked, staring at the crimson liquor.

"Thank you, I don't need to."

Bai Yan shrugged and asked with a smile: "Would you like to listen to the story."

When Xie Fei thought about it, she knew that Bai Yan was holding things in her heart and wanted to talk, and immediately closed the ledger: "I like to hear stories the most."

The protagonists of the story are naturally Bai Yan and Bai Wenqiu.

Bai Yan met Bai Wenqiu at the age of 21. At that time, Bai Wenqiu came to the United States for a year and lived in the home of his former coach. He would go to a nearby hospital for rehabilitation every day.

One day, Bai Yan went to the hospital to visit a friend, just like that.

"When he first met him, he was only 20 years old, not talking, and a little gloomy."

But Bai Yan just likes it, for no reason, no explanation.

At first, he was only a little curious about this young man from a foreign country. Unconsciously, his curiosity turned into concern, and his concern turned into insatiable concern, and the concern eventually turned into lovesickness.

Bai Yan began to frequently appear next to Bai Wenqiu, regardless of the opponent's rejection and indifference, boldly and passionately pursued.

He learned Chinese, learned to cook soup, and learned massage for Bai Wenqiu; he also wrote love poems, sang love songs, and gave love pictures to Bai Wenqiu. He chased him for more than half a year and finally got what he wanted.

"We used to be very good. Although he is very sensitive and has a strong desire to control because of his disability in his legs, I enjoy it and I am very proud that a restrained person is crazy for me, until his mother knows about us..."

Bai Wenqiu's mother divorced at an early age and raised her son alone. She has high hopes for him and cannot accept her son becoming gay.

Knowing the existence of Bai Yan, the white mother immediately flew to the United States and asked them to break up immediately, but where did the two agree? So the white mother began to harass Bai Yan, even his parents and friends.

Although the white mother did not cause substantial harm, the pressure she gave created a rift between Bai Yan and Bai Wenqiu.

"Three or five times I can bear it. Later, every time I got angry with his mother, I couldn't help but want to fight with him, but he never answered, just let me vent without saying a word." Bai Yan laughed at himself. "I'm so angry, I always threaten to break up, but I'm not sincere, I think he understands."

Bai Yan really believed at the time that Bai Wenqiu would never break up with him.

"It was raining heavily, and I had a big fight with him and drove under fire, and ended up in a car accident." Bai Yan thought of himself a few years ago, his smile faded, "My right wrist was seriously injured. , May never be able to hold a pen again."

But Bai Yan was lucky, his right hand was healed, but Bai Wenqiu broke up for the first time.

"He said he was very tired and scared, and he didn't want to see me having an accident because I angered him again, but I was confident, so I agreed with the anger." Bai Yan stared at his right wrist and whispered: "I I thought he would regret it, but in a week, half a month, a month, he never contacted me again, he returned to China."

Of course Bai Yan had contacted Bai Wenqiu, but Bai Wenqiu changed the phone and did not reply to the email.

But Bai Yan only knew that Bai Wenqiu lived in Yanjing, but Yanjing was so big, he searched for two months but found nothing.

"Do you know what this is?" Bai Yan took off his watch, revealing the hideous scar on his wrist, and said to herself: "It's a maple leaf tattoo, but it was destroyed by the car accident. His wrist was tattooed. Flame, because my name is Aidan, which means "flame..." he took my Chinese name, and my last name is the same as his."

Hearing these words, Xie Fei was in a daze for a while.

"Is it too ugly?" Bai Yan smiled as Xie Fei stared at his scar in a daze.

Xie Fei shook his head while holding the confusion in his heart.

"I talked to him. After he lost his memory, the people around him concealed my existence. I was not surprised at all." Bai Yan's expression cooled down, "but I can't accept it. The memory that belongs to me and him is grafted on The other person, that person is still his current girlfriend, which is all deception. Everyone is lying to him, he is so pitiful."

Xie Fei didn't expect to have such a bad blood, and it took a long time to ask: "Then have you told him?"

"Said some."

"Has he believed it?"

Bai Yan's face was at a loss: "I don't know."

There was only a little residual wine in the glass, Bai Yan put the glass back on the reception desk, and listened to Xie Fei asking, "Do you still like him?"

Bai Yan lowered his eyes slightly, and said nothing.

The answer is obvious.

"Even if he is a Pippi Shrimp?"

"what?"

Xie Fei believes that there is no need to conceal it. One half of the monster has passed the clear road, and the other has known Bai Yan for two months, and he still trusts the other person.

But after listening to his explanation, Bai Yan smiled and said, "Your story is better than mine. Is the Pippi shrimp the one you made last time? I like the sweet and sour flavor."

Xie Fei's eyes twitched: "I'm serious."

Bai Yan only acted as Xie Fei deliberately making him happy: "In your legend, Pippi shrimp can also become a monster?"

"Not only Pippi Shrimp, even ants, slugs, and leeches can cultivate into demons. Don't engage in racial discrimination."

Xie Feimuran relayed Yu Li's words, but Bai Yan laughed louder.

But soon, Bai Yan could no longer laugh, because Yu Li had come over.

After seeing Yu Li's small method, Bai Yan left with only one sentence "Let me slow down", and then left with a heavy step.

Upon seeing this, Yu Li commented disgustingly: "All this fuss."

"But no matter who knows that the person you like has turned into a Pippi shrimp, it's hard to accept it." Xie Fei understood Bai Yan: "If you switch to cats, dogs, and dogs, you will have a much higher acceptance."

"Do you like cats and dogs?"

Although Yu Li's tone is normal, Xie Fei dare to admit: "I'm just giving an example. Many people like plush and cute animals..." After that, there was another nervousness. If it is Yuli's original shape and plush The velvet has nothing to do, isn't it stabbing a hornet's nest?

But Yu Li nodded, "What you said makes sense."

I don't know if it is an illusion, Xie Fei always feels that Yu Li's back is much straighter.

Perhaps because of this conversation, Xie Fei really dreamed of a plush that night.

This dream seems to be immediately followed by the ancient battle. The location is still in the wilderness of Jizhou, but the war has ended.

Sand and dust filled the **** mud, corpses everywhere.

The black-clothed man held a silver bell in his hand, chanting ancient and mysterious scriptures, like a beautiful requiem.

He crossed the corpse mountain, bleeds through the sea of ​​blood, and suddenly stopped.

Among the piled up corpses, a cub crawled out with difficulty and rushed towards him, but it was a pity that he fell a few steps without running two steps.

The man chuckled and stooped to pick up the cub. The cub was struggling, kicking and scratching weakly, his small eyes were reddening, and his mouth revealed a row of deciduous teeth, and he yelled fiercely, "Um!

"Poor little thing." The man's eyes showed pity: "Well, you are like this now, you can be considered as a burden to me, and you will follow me in the future."

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