He Rijun coming again

How long has it been?

For Feng Qingzhu, it is from birth to death, and then to life towards death.

It was watching Awen walk into the raging fire, and then wandering around in this world for many years.

Other people's life is from zero to the future, only he is the countdown.

Counting down from the age of the previous life, year after year.

No one knew how much fear Feng Qingzhu had in his heart.

He only lived to be 35 years old in his previous life. If he can't find Ah Wen in this life, he...he will have to look for it in the next life.

Fortunately, he was lucky enough.

After Luo Zhiwen fell asleep tiredly, Feng Qingzhu sat by the bed and picked up a cigarette.

Of course he couldn't smoke in the bedroom, and he didn't like smoking, but chaotic memories flooded his mind one after another.

There are past lives, and more of these years when he didn't recognize Ah Wen.

Feng Qingzhu's hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly, realizing that he had missed the first half of Ah Wen's life.

But... But why didn't Ah Wen come to him?

Thinking of this, Feng Qingzhu uncontrollably leaned over to Luo Zhiwen's side.

The bed board shook slightly, Luo Zhiwen opened his eyes in a daze, and met a pair of fiery eyes in the darkness: "Brother Feng?"

"Ah."

"Don't make trouble, I'm sleepy." He turned over and reached out to grab the slipped quilt.

Feng Qingzhu leaned over, hesitant to speak.

Luo Zhiwen fell asleep for a while, and seemed to feel something, and opened his eyes again: "Why aren't you sleeping?"

In the dark room, he chuckled: "It's so energetic."

"Awen, why don't you recognize me?"

"Acquaintance? What do you recognize?" Luo Zhiwen sighed, "Brother Feng, to be honest with you, I still don't quite remember what happened before, you probably recognized the wrong person."

His tone was obviously angry: "Maybe I'm not the one you're looking for."

"Ah Wen, I recognize you." Feng Qingzhu hugged Feng Qingzhu's shoulders awkwardly, "It's you."

Luckily it's you, lucky it's you.

He let out a soft hum from his nose, turned over slowly, and found a comfortable position lying in Feng Qingzhu's arms: "From the time I can remember, I only remember your face."

"...Brother Feng, I forgot what happened to us."

"...I've only ever dreamed of being in a sea of ​​flames, until today."

He remembered that he had worn a wedding dress in his previous life and wanted to marry a dead person.

And that person just put his arms around him and gave him a warm chest.

Feng Qingzhu was silent, after a brief absence, he was overwhelmed with joy.

Luo Zhiwen didn't remember.

He doesn't remember Chen Beidou, their life and death, or the waiting in the long cycle.

Only Feng Qingzhu remembered.

It was enough for Feng Qingzhu to remember.

Luo Zhiwen, who had his eyes closed, heard Feng Qingzhu's slightly accelerated heartbeat, and raised his head suspiciously: "Brother Feng, what's wrong?"

"I miss you." Feng Qingzhu's voice was hoarse, he pressed the back of his neck, and kissed his lips again, "Let's... let's remarry tomorrow."

Most of Luo Zhiwen's drowsiness went away in an instant: "What?"

"Remarried." Feng Qingzhu squeezed his waist, "Ah Wen, I'm sorry, I shouldn't..."

Luo Zhiwen covered Feng Qingzhu's mouth, pursed his lips and hummed softly: "Aren't you calm down? I'm afraid you will regret it."

Feng Qingzhu who was lying on the bed laughed silently.

If Luo Zhiwen recovered all his memories, he would believe that he would never regret it.

Life after life without regret.

But Feng Qingzhu didn't say anything.

The man squeezed Luo Zhiwen's slender wrist, and pulled him into his arms.

"I haven't asked you yet, why didn't you recognize me..." After going back and forth, Luo Zhiwen was sleepy again, "Is it because I have a scar on my face? Brother Feng, you are really a face control..."

Feng Qingzhu sighed.

Perhaps this is a joke made by fate, which made him marry his lover in the previous life without knowing it, and instead searched for the so-called "Awen" all over the world.

If he recognized Luo Zhiwen as Ah Wen from his previous life, let alone having scars on his face, so what if he had scars all over his body?

He loves his soul.

"Go to the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow?"

The sleeping Luo Zhiwen ignored Feng Qingzhu, and rubbed his head against the pillow, as if he was avenging his revenge when he received the marriage certificate.

Feng Qingzhu smiled wryly, hugged him in front of him, and closed his eyes.

The next day, Luo Zhiwen was woken up by Feng Qingzhu's voice on the phone.

In fact, Feng Qingzhu had already called outside the room, but he couldn't hold back his biological clock, so he would wake up when the time came.

Luo Zhiwen woke up and didn't get up, he reached out and groped on the bed, and found his crumpled shirt and balled underwear.

Luo Zhiwen rolled his eyes helplessly, covered his head with the quilt and sighed deeply.

The passion faded, and he began to recall the fragmented images in his mind—bitter and decisive.

Luo Zhiwen realized that he and Brother Feng probably weren't together in his previous life.

Also, if they were happy and happy, how could they be reincarnated and still not be reconciled, looking for each other with memories?

Luo Zhiwen thought for a while in a daze, and suddenly heard Feng Qingzhu say: "No, uncle and aunt, you listen to my explanation, divorce... yes, I did divorce Ah Wen, but..."

He jumped up from the bed in a jerk, and ran out the door clutching his waist: "Brother Feng, whose phone is it?"

Feng Qingzhu looked back at the sound and saw that Luo Zhiwen was only wearing a shirt, so he quickly took off his coat and put it on his shoulders.

"Give me the phone." Luo Zhiwen didn't care about anything else, grabbed the phone, "Parents..."

Before he could say a word, he was interrupted by a roar that covered his head and face: "You go home and explain clearly to me!"

Feng Qingzhu held back a smile, hugged Luo Zhiwen to the sofa by the waist, and put on socks for him.

Luo Zhiwen pinched the phone in a daze: "How did my parents know about our divorce?"

"It's okay, I'll explain."

"What are you explaining?" He threw the phone into Feng Qingzhu's arms discouragedly, "You can ask for blessings!"

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