Forgetfulness

Xiao Xingchen dreamed about the past again.

Familiar and unfamiliar, all come to mind.

Alternating old and new, each scene stimulated his sleep-blurred head.

After falling asleep, the subconscious mind of the brain does things instinctively.

He was entangled in his dream, thinking, why was he being played around by him?

"Why, Xiao Xingchen, I'm lying to you, I'm just playing with you... There's nothing real or not, all of this exists to deceive you..."

Existed to deceive me?

crappy, malicious,

lie?

no no,

no no no no no no no no no no

No, something is wrong,

where is wrong?

"The priest must catch me firmly."

The vague figure of the boy jumped down from the tree——

He vaguely saw that face.

That was the face he had portrayed countless times in his heart...

Just like the emotions that he has deliberately forgotten and neglected——

Hate?

Or grudge?

He dreamed that he lost all his things while walking, walking on the road as if his body was bruised, everyone looked at him with weird and fearful eyes, and warned him with vicious words, not to do this.

He tried to explain, his mouth was dry, but the harsh, indifferent voice always reached his ears.

Do not,

Do not,

no no,

No no no,

No,

not like this,

I do not have,

no, no, no,

"Xiao Xingchen..."

What a familiar voice.

His heartbeat became more and more intense, as if the emotions hidden deep in his heart were about to burst out.

"Xiao Xingchen..."

should it?right?

"Touch me..."

The Taoist wrapped his arms around the waist of the man whose face could not be seen, and did as he asked.

Every movement he made was stiff and hesitant.

He knew it was a dream, a nightmare.

The young man's sweet voice surrounded his ears, with a little ruffian.

One by one, his demands became excessive. Of course, this is a Taoist dream.

But when the Taoist heard the young man swearing in tears, he was so excited that his brain was shaking.

"Ayang..."

He was obsessed with this feeling, as if he was going to fall into hell, tortured by guilt, he would rather die than die.

But also willingly.

And in the blink of an eye, he found that the person in his arms had disappeared.

gone?

How...impossible...

He panicked and looked around blankly, but he couldn't find his person.

"Xiao Xingchen..."

He followed the sound and looked over, but was blinded by the sudden, strong white light.

In the white light, he seemed to see the person who had just kissed him in the dark.

The outline of his face has been illuminated by white light so that the facial features cannot be seen, but the sharp canine teeth made him short of breath.

"Xue Yang, come back!"

Xiao Xingchen woke up from fright.

And the person who played tricks on him in the dream was sleeping soundly beside him.

He got out of bed lightly, and brought food for those whose fever had subsided.

Before closing the door, he didn't see the slight redness of the man's earlobe at all.

He shook off the strange thoughts in his head, and prepared porridge for the people on the hospital bed.

But he couldn't help recalling the dream of last night.

He stared at the boiling porridge, a little dazed in his eyes.

What did he think?

Is he the same as me?

still is……

Uneasy emotions spread to the chest, and even the heart began to feel uncomfortable.

Holding the hot porridge, he walked into the room and found that Xue Yang was looking at him blankly, and his heart softened a lot in an instant.

"Hello, Taoist priest~" When he saw the Taoist priest, he threw himself into the quilt.

But the Taoist seemed to sense a hint of guilt in his actions.

Still know guilty conscience?

"Don't sleep anymore, the porridge is going to be cold." He coaxed softly, the smile in his eyes was about to overflow.

Xue Yang originally wondered if this person knew about it, but now it seems...

He looked at the gentle Taoist who smiled, and reluctantly got up to eat porridge.

"Wow, Daoist, did you put no salt in your porridge? It's like a bird."

Xue Yang was picky as always.

The Taoist smiled, and said in a slow tone, "You don't know when you will be sick again. It's just right now. It should be good to eat some porridge to tone your body."

Xue Yang: ...

Holding the bowl in his hand, he wanted to say something to the Taoist, but couldn't.

The Taoist stared at him, his starry eyes seemed to show his clarity.

That's right, Xiao Xingchen, who is no longer blind, knows everything.

"..." He looked at his bowl, and suddenly felt that this was really childish.

Why bother, trap him with this.

He clearly knew that he only stayed because of his own illness.

"It's better to put some sugar in it anyway, the rough tea and light rice tastes bad, it's so unpalatable."

The Taoist watched him eat the porridge while saying it was unpalatable, and felt a little soft in his heart.

As for making it clear, he thought it was earlier.

After all, some time ago, some people stuffed people into his house.

Still some androgynous beauties.

Especially a sense of crisis.

Xue Yang, on the other hand, still acted foolishly.

Only he never had a high fever again.

The Taoist knew that he must have misunderstood something, but he didn't know how to explain it.

And he really didn't want to pursue the matter of deceiving him, after all, if you look into it carefully, there must be constant quarrels between them.

A few days later, Xue Yang brought back a woman.

Many people in the mansion don't like this woman, thinking she is really noisy.

But because of the status of a woman, you all turn a blind eye.

No one in the Xue family raised idlers.

If it was not the case, the woman would have been kicked out of the mansion long ago.

Xue Yang brought him back only after following the orders of the people above him, but he never expected that this person would be so noisy.

In the end, he couldn't take it any longer, so he dumped the woman to the Taoist who was busy arranging the medicinal materials.

The maid in the mansion also chewed her tongue, trying to guess when the Taoist would throw the woman out of the mansion.

The next day, the woman left.

Still went back crying.

Listening to the maid's crying, her eyes were swollen.

Xue Yang, who was tortured by the woman's arrogant temper, lamented in his heart that this way of being popular is really stronger than himself.

On the other side, the Taoist was thinking about how to put the business on the agenda.

It is the annual Mid-Autumn Festival again.

Xue Yang picked up two jars of wine, and went to have a drink with his former enemy.

He is not a heavy drinker, but he still has a good capacity for alcohol. He has eaten about half of a jar of wine in a short time.

Compared to Xue Yang's violent pouring, the Taoist was much more gentle and refined. He drank lukewarmly with a glass of wine and a table of late-night snacks, and he also heard a lot of nonsense from him.

The moonlit night of the Mid-Autumn Festival is the brightest, when the stars have disappeared.

The moonlight sprinkled on the ground, like silver frost, with the unique indifference of moonlight.

Xue Yang leaned on the Taoist and talked to him, but every sentence was smacked of drunkenness.

Will be drunk and drink.

The Taoist feels a little helpless, but secretly enjoys the feeling of him leaning on his body.

Actually Xue Yang was not drunk.

Who can pretend to be crazy and stupid, let alone he was drunk.

Especially fit.

But in the end, he also wanted to take advantage of the bright moon and the breeze after drinking with the strength of alcohol.

"Taoist—come—let's go one, one..." The more Xue Yang became sober, the more he wanted to pretend to be crazy and rub against him

Isn't it just pretending? He knows more than Taoists.

The Taoist smiled gently, and he didn't avoid the wine glass to his mouth.

He lowered his eyes, lowered his head and drank the wine in the glass.

Xue Yang saw it and was happy, and said, "I said long, you eat, what should I eat..."

Before the last word was finished, the wine glass was abandoned on the ground.

The moonlight is sprinkled on the ground, and the moonlight looks so beautiful.

And even better, the two shadows became one shadow.

"You can't eat too much wine." He heard the Taoist's voice faintly said, "You will get drunk..."

and then?

In a daze, he looked at the face of the Taoist close in front of him, and subconsciously narrowed his eyes.

"I'm not drunk, I'm not drunk." He hiccupped and said to him reeking of alcohol, but his tone was very calm.

He smiled, hugged humanity in his arms tightly and said, "I know, I know everything."

He was stuffy in the Taoist's arms, thinking that you knew it and kept it in your heart.

"Know what." He nestled on the Taoist's shoulder and said with a smile.

"What do you think?" In August, the half-cool feeling made people feel hot and dry, and they would feel uncomfortable whenever someone approached, but the Taoist let him lean on his shoulder.

"About my illness?" Xue Yang said lazily without beating around the bush.

"Yes, and no." He patted him on the back like a comforting child.

"..." He was silent for a while, and asked, "What the hell is it?"

If Xiao Xingchen said some useless nonsense, I would definitely leave, the person lying on his shoulders thought so.

"If you like someone, how should you tell him about it?" The Taoist felt that the atmosphere should be just right.

"So?" Xue Yang only felt that he was a little dizzy from being hit by a heavy blow.

That stick was barbed.

He wanted to get off the Taoist, but the Taoist was a martial artist and his strength was stronger than his.

Nature can't break free.

"You answer first." The Taoist restrained him stubbornly, knowing that he had misunderstood, and determined to tease him.

"..." He tried to struggle for a while, then looked at the Taoist's face and gritted his teeth, "It's just this shit, what else can I do, raw rice cooked rice, no, I can't run away, then don't care who's it Little girl, I will follow you obediently."

He said this on purpose, he knew in his heart that this person would never do such a wicked thing, so he was sure of his character.

And Dao Ren said, "This is not going to work, he has a violent temper, and I don't know if he will accept it"

Xue Yang blew through his nostrils, "It's just you who are cowardly, and you are afraid to express your intentions. If she marries someone else, you will cry."

But I thought in my heart that if I brought back labor and capital, I would definitely sprinkle the corpse poison powder on her to kill her!

The Taoist's eyes are always clear, as if the sky is full of stars.

And he didn't dare to look at those beautiful and unforgettable eyes at all.

And the owner of those eyes was smiling at him now.

"Then... I'll try..." He intentionally elongated his voice, but his arms hugged the person and refused to let go.

"Tsk tsk, hypocrite..." Xue Yang murmured while looking at the dark night sky.

Then he was startled by the Taoist's sudden comfort.

"Damn it, stinky Taoist priest, let go of me!" Xue Yang never liked others to touch his back.

"Didn't you say 'cook raw rice into cooked rice'?"

Xue Yang said angrily, "That's talking about dealing with the person you like, you're not afraid of throwing someone to death if you hug me like a big man?"

"No, the person you like, you have to hug him tightly, and you can't let him run away." Then, he hugged him even tighter, and said with a smile, "Like this, I can't run away."

"I said you are stupid, that chick is not here, you call me..." He finally realized something, stopped talking, and looked at the laughing person.

"You fucking tell me again..."

"Say it again? Okay." The Taoist smiled happily, but the movements of his hands hugged him even tighter.

"Hold the person you like so tightly, and you won't run away."

Xue Yang seemed to want to say something, after hesitating for a long time, he said, "Who is the person you like?"

Crossed the line.

he thinks.

"...You don't believe me?" The Taoist's voice was full of grievances, just like Xue Yang's way of acting like a baby before, but the Taoist's grievances were very reserved.

"I don't know." Xue Yang thought of countless reasons, but he found that nothing is better than agreeing to him now and taking this person as his own.

"A Yang..." This time the Taoist buried his head on his shoulder.

"Damn it, don't put your head on my shoulder, do you know that your head is heavy!" He moved the Taoist's hand away in disgust.

"Hmm." The Taoist has always been very bright.

Taking advantage of his inattention, Xue Yang broke free from his arms.

Xiao Xingchen looked at his back, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Xue Yang walked for a while, and found that he didn't keep up, and didn't turn around. He just held a jar of wine and said, "Smelly Taoist priest, you have to walk so fucking slowly? You don't want to sleep, but you have to sleep." .”

His voice was a little loud, with a trill that he didn't even notice, and reddish earlobes.

But the Taoist saw that bright red.

"Don't be impatient, I'm here." The Taoist's voice was comforting, but it made his heart beat wildly.

Xue Yang wiped his face, feeling that he was really fucking cowardly.

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