Zhao Xiaoman sat on the head of the bed, looked at Bai Wenqiu who was pouring water for her, bit her lip and said, "Wen Qiu, why don't we go home tomorrow."
Bai Wenqiu froze for a moment, turned his head and asked calmly, "Don't you want to travel?"
"I-I might have a cold." Zhao Xiaoman stuttered to find an excuse.
"Have a fever?"
"That's not..."
Bai Wenqiu asked himself whether he could tell whether his girlfriend was sick or not. He was silent for a while: "Don't you like living here?"
"No!" Zhao Xiaoman retorted eagerly, "It's very good here, I, I like it very much!"
"That's why you don't want to get in touch with me, Bai Yan?" Bai Wenqiu made no secret of his doubts. "Last night you were so obsessed with him, you know him? Or I used to—"
"I don't know, I haven't seen him!" Zhao Xiaoman's tone was flustered, and he covered his head artificially: "My head hurts a little, I want to rest first."
Bai Wenqiu looked at her quietly, and saw that Zhao Xiaoman felt guilty. He was about to say something when he heard a sigh: "Take the medicine and then rest."
It wasn't until Zhao Xiaoman lay down that Bai Wenqiu pushed the wheelchair to the living room.
They lived in a suite, there was only one queen bed in the bedroom, and he could only sleep on the sofa tonight.
Although all relatives and friends said how much he and Zhao Xiaoman loved each other and how much the other party paid for him, he never felt real.
He doesn't remember.
He had no memory of all the romantic past he had heard from others.
He rejected Zhao Xiaoman from the bottom of his heart, and naturally he didn't want to share the bed with him.
Bai Wenqiu has always felt guilty for this. He couldn't give love, so he could only try to 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.
Before ten o'clock, there were many guests in the garden, and Bai Wenqiu saw Bai Yan standing under the flower vine at a glance. The other party was talking to a young woman with a beautiful face, the woman smiled and said Yan Yan, Bai Yan's eyes were slightly curved, and the picture of the two standing together was pleasing to the eye.
Bai Wenqiu felt more annoyed and pushed his wheelchair forward without thinking, "Can we talk?"
Seeing that Bai Wenqiu was the only one, Bai Yan frowned slightly: "Where's 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: "No, I don't like tea."
Bai Yan turned around and smiled inexplicably, "You really have changed a lot."
"Why, I used to like to drink?" Bai Wenqiu was no longer surprised, even though he was in Bai Yan's impression, he was completely like two people now.
"It's more than love, it's inseparable, even at night." Bai Yan said half-jokingly: "The tea in the inn is made by Boss Xie himself. Now that my tea-making skills are getting better, I still want to let you Try it."
However, Bai Wenqiu heard a clue, "We were familiar with each other before?"
Familiar enough that you know my evening habits.
Seeing Bai Yan's smile condensed slightly, Bai Wenqiu felt inexplicably pierced in his heart, "I'm sorry, I really don't remember at all."
"It's alright." Bai Yan walked to the window, opened it, and used the cold night wind that poured into the room to clear his mind, "You came to me to ask about the past?"
In fact, Bai Wenqiu didn't think too much when he approached Bai Yan, but now he nodded, "Is it convenient to say?"
Bai Yan turned half-sideways and leaned against the windowsill, "What do you know now?"
Bai Wenqiu briefly recounted the past events he had heard from his family and friends. His memory remained on the day when his legs had an accident. At that time, he was only 19 years old. He was in the right age and had a bright future. the first athletes. After the accident, he was sent to the United States for treatment of his leg injury, but unfortunately his legs did not improve after three years, so he had to return to China. After that, he accidentally met Zhao Xiaoman who was working in a nursing institution. The two gradually fell in love and established a romantic relationship. They got along very well until he lost his memory three months ago...
Bai Yan listened quietly. Bai Wenqiu did not have himself in his story. As expected, everything about him was deliberately erased.
"They said you were treated for a leg injury in the United States? What kind of injury can be cured for three years." Bai Yan's tone contained undisguised sarcasm.
Bai Wenqiu frowned: "You mean they lied to me? Or are they hiding something?"
Bai Yan didn't intend to tell the other party that the relationship between the two was not pleasant, full of quarrels and depression, but an unforgettable love experience.
Bai Wenqiu didn't like this kind of vague communication. In fact, about his three years in the United States, everyone was vague, including his mother. He felt like he was in a fog, and everyone outside the fog was reluctant to lend a hand, leaving him dazed and unable to get out.
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 skipped a beat.
If there are too many coincidences, can they still be counted as coincidences
Bai Yan's doubts grew in his heart, and he suddenly had the urge to find out: "Are you drinking coffee now?"
Bai Wenqiu lit a cigarette and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Yes."
"Like listening to old Soviet songs?"
"right."
"Favorite Mike Payne movie?"
Bai Yan asked seven or eight questions in a row, each of which hit the bullseye.
But Bai Wenqiu didn't think that the other party understood 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 nonchalantly: "Is your tattoo still there?"
Bai Wenqiu's fingers trembled, ashes fell to the ground, and his face showed the biggest mood swing since the reunion, "You know I have a tattoo?"
"You have a flame tattooed on your right wrist."
Bai Wenqiu took a deep look at him, opened his sleeves, and there was a bright red wild fire tattooed on his wrist, burning his pulse.
"Could it be that I already have a tattoo?" Bai Wenqiu frowned, "But it was only after Xiaoman and I got to know each other. She also has the exact same tattoo as me, on her shoulder."
Bai Yan's eyes widened in amazement, suddenly feeling extremely ridiculous, and a burst of anger suddenly surged in his heart: "They lied to you, and those are not what you like at all..."
Several fireworks exploded in the distance, blooming in the sky.
The noisy voice covered up Bai Yan's last sentence: "I like it."
At eleven o'clock at night, Bai Yan came to the lobby.
Xie Fei was making calculations behind the reception desk when she heard the movement and turned her head, "Mr. Bai is still not resting so late?"
"Can't sleep, I want to drink some wine."
Xie Fei understood, turned around and took out the red wine stored by Bai Yan from the newly installed wine cabinet, and poured a small half glass.
"Boss Xiao Xie, won't you drink?" Bai Yan took the wine glass and asked, staring at the crimson wine.
"Thank you, I don't need it."
Bai Yan shrugged and asked with a smile, "Would you like to hear the story?"
As soon as Xie Fei thought about it, she knew that Bai Yan was holding back something in her heart and wanted to talk, and immediately closed the ledger: "I like listening to 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, lived in the former coach's house, and went to a nearby hospital for rehabilitation training every day.
One day, Bai Yan went to the hospital to visit a friend, and that's how he saw each other.
"When I first met him, he was only 20 years old, he didn't like to talk, and he was a little gloomy."
But Bai Yan just likes it, there is no reason, and there is no explanation.
At first, he was just curious about this young man from a foreign country. Before he knew it, the curiosity turned into concern, and the concern turned into an inescapable concern, which eventually turned into deep love.
Bai Yan began to frequently appear beside Bai Wenqiu, ignoring the opponent's rejection and indifference, and pursued boldly and enthusiastically.
He learned Chinese, made soup, and learned massage for Bai Wenqiu; he also wrote love poems, sang love songs, and sent love pictures for Bai Wenqiu. After chasing him for more than half a year, he finally got what he wanted.
"We used to be very good, although he was very sensitive and controlling because of his disabled legs, but I enjoyed it and was very proud that a restrained person was crazy for me alone, until his mother found out about us..."
Bai Wenqiu's mother divorced at an early age and raised her son alone. She had high hopes for him and could not accept that her son became gay.
Knowing the existence of Bai Yan, Bai Mu immediately flew to the United States and asked them to break up immediately, but how could the two agree to it? So Bai's mother began to harass Bai Yan, even his parents and friends.
Although what Bai Mu did did not cause substantial damage, the pressure she gave created a rift between Bai Yan and Bai Wenqiu.
"Three or five times I could endure it. Later, every time I got angry with his mother, I couldn't help but want to quarrel with him, but he never replied, just kept silent and let me vent." Bai Yan laughed at himself. , "I was so angry that I always threatened to break up, but I didn't mean it, I thought he understood."
Bai Yan really believed at that time that Bai Wenqiu would never break up with him.
"It was raining heavily, and I had a big fight with him. I drove with the fire in my head, and ended up in a car accident." Bai Yan thought of himself a few years ago, and the smile on his face faded, "My right wrist is seriously injured. , may never be able to pick up a pen again.”
But Bai Yan was lucky, his right hand was healed, but Bai Wenqiu broke up for the first time.
"He said that he was very tired and scared, and he didn't want to see me in an accident because I was angry with him, but I had no fear, so I agreed when I was angry." Bai Yan stared at his right wrist and whispered, "I Thought he would regret it, but in a week, half a month, a month, he never contacted me again, and he returned to China."
Of course Bai Yan had approached Bai Wenqiu, but Bai Wenqiu changed the phone number and did not reply to the email.
And Bai Yan only knew that Bai Wenqiu lived in Yanjing, but because Yanjing was so big, he searched for two months but found nothing.
"Do you know what this place is?" Bai Yan took off his watch, revealing the hideous scar on his wrist, and said to himself, "It's a maple leaf tattoo, but unfortunately it was destroyed by the car accident. The tattoo on his wrist is Flame, because my name is Aidan, it has the meaning of flame... I took my Chinese name from him, and my surname is also his surname."
Hearing this sentence, Xie Fei was inexplicably dazed.
"Isn't it too ugly?" Seeing Xie Fei staring at her scar in a daze, Bai Yan smiled.
Xie Fei was confused and shook her head.
"I talked to him. After he lost his memory, the people around him concealed my existence. I'm not surprised at all." Bai Yan's expression became cold, "But I can't accept that the memories that belonged to me and him were grafted to The other guy, that guy is still his current girlfriend, and it's all cheating. Everyone is cheating on him, he's pathetic."
Xie Fei didn't expect to be so bloody, and asked after a long while, "Then did you tell him?"
"Said some."
"Did he believe it?"
Bai Yan was at a loss: "I don't know."
There was only a little bit of wine left in the glass, and Bai Yan put the glass back on the reception desk and heard Xie Fei ask, "Do you still like him?"
Bai Yan lowered his eyes slightly and said nothing.
The answer is obvious.
"Even if he's a Pippi shrimp?"
"what?"
Xie Fei thought there was no need to hide it. One was the half-demon incident, and the other was that he had known Bai Yan for two months, and he still trusted the person of the other party.
But Bai Yan smiled and said after listening to his explanation: "Your story is better than mine. Is Pipi shrimp the kind you made last time? I like sweet and sour ones."
Xie Fei's eyes twitched: "I'm serious."
Bai Yan only thought that Xie Fei deliberately made him happy: "In your legend, Pipi shrimp can also become a monster?"
"Not only Pippi shrimp, but even ants, slugs, and leeches can cultivate into demons. Don't engage in racism."
Xie Fei recounted Yu Li's words, but Bai Yan laughed even louder.
But soon, Bai Yan couldn't laugh anymore because Yu Li came over.
After seeing the little magic that Yu Li performed, Bai Yan only left a sentence "let me slow down" and left with heavy steps.
Seeing this, Yu Li commented with disgust: "It's a big fuss."
"But no matter who knows that the person he likes has become Pippi Shrimp, it will be difficult to accept it." Xie Fei understood Bai Yan very well: "It will be much more acceptable if it is replaced by cats and dogs."
"Do you like cats and dogs?"
Although Yu Li's tone was normal, Xie Fei dared to admit it: "I'm just giving an example, a lot of people like fluffy and cute animals..." After speaking, there was a burst of nervousness, if Yu Li's original form and fluffy furry It doesn't matter, isn't it poking a hornet's nest
Unexpectedly, Yu Li nodded: "What you said also makes sense."
Whether it was an illusion or not, Xie Fei always felt that Yu Li's back was much straighter.
Perhaps because of this conversation, that night, Xie Fei really dreamed of a plush.
This dream seems to follow that ancient war, the location is still in the wilderness of Jizhou, but the war has ended.
Sand and dust swept through the bloody mud, and the corpses were everywhere.
The man in black held a silver bell and recited ancient and mysterious scriptures in his mouth, like a beautiful requiem.
He crossed the mountain of corpses, slid through the sea of blood, and suddenly stopped.
Among the piles of corpses, a cub climbed out with difficulty and rushed towards him with an inner character, but unfortunately fell into a duel before taking two steps.
The man chuckled and bent over to pick up the cub. The cub struggled endlessly, kicking and scratching weakly with its four claws, its small eyes slightly reddened, and a row of deciduous teeth exposed in its mouth, and fiercely roared: "Mmm! Mmmm!"
"Poor little thing." There was pity in the man's eyes: "Well, if you look like this now, you are also implicated by me, so you can follow me in the future."
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Liuli: So have you guessed the original shape of this seat