After entering the room, before Mo Fan could speak, his mind suddenly shook. Xiaohuan woke up from hibernation, and when she saw Ling Chi, she subconsciously wanted to run away, but was stopped by Ling Chi's eyes.
The activation of Xiaohuan made the pain in Mo Fan's head intensify.
"Xiao Fan." Seeing the pained look on the young man's face, Ling Chi showed anxiety on his calm face. He seemed to want to make a call, but was stopped by Mo Fan.
Xiaohuan said that his memory might be restored.
Mo Fan's current spirit = soul power is so powerful, but this feeling of being forcibly instilled to fill the brain still makes Mo Fan unable to bear the impact, as if he will fall asleep in a second.
Ling Chi was stunned, he heard a voice that did not belong to Mo Fan.
"Hold me to the bed and lie down for a while." Mo Fan said.
Ling Chi nodded, picked up the young man horizontally, and walked hurriedly. The movement of putting it down was extremely gentle, lest it hurt the young man who was going through a certain process at the moment.
"I can hear your voice." Ling Chi hugged Mo Fan. At this moment, Mo Fan had already passed out.
"Uh... hello." Xiaohuan's voice was weak.
"This is how the same thing?"
Xiaohuan said, "Since Fanfan is going to restore his memory, how about I also transfer your memory to you?"
Ling Chi paused, and said, "Okay."
Although I don't know how he, who has been living a complete life, lost his memory, but since this is the existence that Xiaofan trusts, he also chooses to trust.
*****
"You don't have a heart, I'll give you mine."
Whose voice came from a distance, and gradually became clear after the distance. The speaker's tone was calm, but it made people want to cry.
The sound pierced through the darkness, and the darkness in front of his eyes scattered away, and a shadow that fell from the sky landed on one of the shoulders, lighting up the entire picture. Under a certain peach blossom tree in the garden, two young men of about the same stature stood facing each other stepping on the petals falling all over the ground.
"In this way, will you fall in love with me?"
The man in black clothes and handsome features cast his eyes on the young man in front of him, looking straight into his eyes. The young man did not dodge or evade, and there was no disturbance in his eyes.
"Maybe." The young man in white said lightly.
He was drinking under the tree to enjoy the flowers, but the man came to provoke him.
People in white clothes always give people a warm feeling, but against the backdrop of white clothes, young people appear even colder.
The young man looked extremely beautiful, but he didn't have a hint of femininity. The cool and indifferent temperament of the whole body forcibly suppressed the excellence of the facial features.
The combination of peach trees, falling flowers, stone tables, and young people with exquisite looks should be a beautiful scene. However, the soft and falling pink petals can't bring a trace of warmth to the youth, but are dyed a little bit cold.
The man who opposed it looked cold and decisive at first glance, and he showed no emotion, but he showed a painful expression in front of the young man. He sighed, "I believe everything you say."
Almost instantly, the man turned his hands into palms and pierced his left chest mercilessly.
Bright red liquid poured out continuously from the torn flesh, soaking the clothes on his upper body. The saturated blood once again drew traces of different thicknesses along the connected palms, and then gathered at a certain point, condensing into a droplet shape.
The bright red liquid was about to fall, and after a long stalemate, it finally fell to the ground with a "click" under the subsequent force.
"L."
As if a gap had been opened, the liquid continued to fall. Under the bright colors, the falling peach petals look even more gorgeous and poignant.
Such an exciting sense of picture, but the brows of the young people have not changed at all. He quietly looked at the man kneeling on one knee, his expression was as calm as it was at the beginning.
What he should know, youth has always been like this. No matter what you do, you can't shake the other person in the slightest.
The man smiled wryly, frowning tightly, Shi Lisheng forcefully dug out his heart. A large amount of blood gushed out from the gap, directly soaking a large area of the man's body.
Amidst the blood, the determination on the man's face remained unchanged.
This action made him even weaker, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and his pale face was slightly distorted by the extreme pain. Trying to support his body not to fall, the man raised his head and opened his eyes wide to prevent himself from passing out.
He raised one hand in an almost sacrificial gesture, "Here...you."
my heart.
He really wanted to dig out his heart and lungs, so that the young man could understand his intentions, not just a sudden curiosity.
"Give it to me, what about you?" The young man asked the first question in a calm tone.
Whether it is love or not, he has never been curious about anything from the beginning to the end.
"You are my heart." The man forced a smile.
The heart was separated from the body, and the unstoppable blood, even if it was as strong as him, couldn't hold it for a moment. The man's hands softened and he fell to the ground.
The heart that was still beating rolled from the hand, stained with dust, and lost its color. In the end, the rolling speed slowed down and stopped at the bottom of the young man's feet.
The man's eyes never left the youth, "Will you really fall in love with me?"
"I lied to you." It was extremely hurtful and ruthless.
Don't even want to lie to him.
The man opened his eyes wide, feeling unwilling. He opened and closed his lips, wanting to say something, but finally he stopped breathing and closed his eyes.
The young man stared at the man, stepped lightly, and sat back at the stone table, ignoring the mess on the ground, pouring wine and drinking water by himself.
"Why bother… "
For a long time, the breeze engulfed the fragrance of flowers and covered the blood on the ground. In the wind, there was the still calm tone of the young man.
*****
The picture faded, and the darkness swept again. In the intermittent childish noise, the darkness dissipated.
It was a school, an elementary school judging by the age of the students on the playground.
Under the leadership of the teacher, the little radish heads of a certain class went to the playground in groups to play games, which was very lively. The playground was in full swing, but in a corner on the edge of the playground, there were two cute and delicate boys sitting.
"My mother bought this. It's delicious. Here it is." The boy with a serious face like a little adult handed over the beautifully packaged snacks in his hand.
"I don't want it." Another cute boy with fair skin and baby fat frowned and refused.
"Don't you like it? Then I'll bring you something else tomorrow."
"I said no, what else do you bring! I won't eat anything you bring." The boy jumped off the flower bed and ran back to the classroom on short legs.
It's so annoying, can you stop following him all the time.
The talking boy pursed his lips, and immediately dropped the snack in his hand to follow.
"Wait for me."
During class, the boy often went to talk to the baby-faced boy, but got no response. Instead, he was scolded by the teacher on the podium because of his speech in class.
When school was over, the children in the class excitedly put on their small schoolbags, lined up in a neat line and followed the teacher leading the class to the school gate.
The two boys are at the same table, side by side. The boy quietly glanced at the baby-faced child, stretched out his hand to hold the other's little hand, and was knocked off with a "snap".
Obviously other students are walking hand in hand. The boy thought aggrievedly.
It was the same person who came to pick up the two children. The two are neighbors, and because the two children "play well", they discussed it and decided to take turns picking them up together.
The baby-faced boy pursed his lips even tighter.
Who plays well with him? Clingy as hell. However, every time he told his mother not to play with each other, he would be taken as a joke by his mother, thinking that they had quarreled.
Really upset.
The two children climbed into the back seat of the car. The boy wanted to talk, but seeing the baby-faced boy staring out the window, he could only look at each other's side faces in frustration.
so cute! The eyelashes are so dense and curled up, and the eyes are big, delicately like the dolls he has seen on TV.
His face was plump, and he really wanted to kiss her.
Thinking of being disgusted by the baby-faced boy after pinching the other person's face with itchy hands, the boy could only swallow regretfully.
He didn't understand why he would be laughed at by his parents when he told his parents that he wanted to marry the younger brother next door as his daughter-in-law. He really likes this brother.
"Look at me!?"
Suddenly, the baby-faced boy glared at him angrily.
The boy just thinks that the other party's angry look is equally good-looking. He held back for a while before saying, "It's pretty."
The baby-faced boy gasped, "Don't look!"
"No." The boy was not happy.
"If I say I'm not allowed to see it, I'm not allowed to see it!"
"I do not want!"
"..."
The two children quarreled and quarreled all the way, but the driver didn't care. He was obviously used to the way the two children get along.
In the eyes of the two children, the quarrel that is on the verge of death is nothing more than a small fight between children in the eyes of adults.
As soon as the car stopped, the baby-faced boy sprinted out of the car and ran into the house. Just as he was about to close the door, the boy following behind him pushed against the door, "Don't close it."
"What are you going to do again?"
"I want to do homework with you." The boy said honestly.
"I don't want to do homework with you, you go home and do some by yourself."
The boy looked at him with an aggrieved face.
Inside the house, the child's mother came out and saw the two children standing deadlocked at the door, thinking that something was wrong again, "Hey, let brother in."
"He's not my brother."
"What's the matter? Tell mom?" the child's mother said softly.
"Hmph." The baby-faced boy didn't know where to start, so he could only stare at the boy and ran into the house.
The mother looked at the boy outside the door, "Is my baby having trouble with you again? Come in quickly."
"Auntie, it's nothing. I made my brother unhappy." The boy couldn't wait to run inside.
The mother smiled helplessly, closed the door, and went to get the snacks for the two children.
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