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They didn't do it a second time.

After being washed in the morning, I stuffed it into a quilt and wrapped it up.Han Ziye fed him warm water. In the morning, seeing that there were still medicines in his tray, he asked him, "Why are you taking sedatives? I don't have a bad headache."

Han Ziye didn't speak, he drank the remaining half glass of water in one gulp, lifted the quilt and lay down, let Qingchen rest on his arm, and asked, "Do you want to sleep?"

Shaking his head early in the morning: "Not sleepy, I thought we would do it many times today."

Ziye stroked his hair: "The future will be long. Your body is more important."

In the early morning, he stretched his fingers through the buttons of his pajamas to touch the scar on his left chest: "Why are you and Daddy always nervous about my body, am I fine?"

He was silent for a while: "Or did I not have a car accident at all?"

Han Ziye still didn't speak, only tightened his arms.

"Actually, I was quite confused at first," Sitting up early in the morning, pulling Han Ziye up and sitting face to face with himself. "Daddy said that I was their adopted child, and I have been living here with them, studying here and growing up here, just like other children in the neighborhood."

In the early morning, they moved forward, and the two of them were knee to knee, "But I always feel that this place is strange, and sometimes I feel that Daddy and Uncle are also strange."

"But I can't recall it. It seems that there was a very, very important person in my past life, but as long as I think of the past, I will think of him. When I think of him, I can't bear the pain. My head hurts and my body hurts. would vomit and pass out."

Han Ziye held his hand and stroked his slender wrist with his thumb.

Qingchen went on to say: "Later, gradually I didn't dare to think about the past anymore, and just lived in front of my eyes, but I started dreaming again." He looked out the window, there were clouds in the sky, and the moonlight was as pale as fog, "In the dream, there is also a dream." There is always that person, faceless, who wakes up with a headache every time he tries to see his face clearly."

It was enough to kiss Han Ziye early in the morning, "Is that person you?"

She backed away a little shyly, "... just now, I don't know why I called you brother. Have we...been like this before?"

Han Ziye held his face, kissed him for a while, held his shoulders and pushed away, and looked into his eyes seriously: "Do you... want to get back the memories of the past?"

Qingchen's eyes dodged, "I don't know..."

silent for a while,

"Although I don't remember anything, sometimes I feel very painful in the dream, and my heart seems to be broken..."

Han Ziye's heart ached unbearably when he heard the words, and he hugged him into his arms, "I'm sorry. It's all my fault."

In the early morning, my heart ached for his heartache, and I gently patted my back to comfort him:

"Will you always love me and stay with me all the time?"

Han Ziye nodded, "Always by your side."

Qingchen smiled, and patted his thighs with both hands, "There's nothing to be afraid of, you've already found a way to restore my memory, haven't you?"

Han Ziye replied softly: "Mmm..."

He was still a little hesitant, "If you recover your memory, your life may change drastically... Didn't you say that you like your current life very much?"

Qingchen nodded, "Then what was my life like before? Do I have friends? Do I have relatives?"

"Well. You're very likable, and a lot of people like you."

In the early morning, she pouted a little unhappy, "Then where are they all, why didn't they come to see me?"

Han Ziye caressed his fair cheeks, and tapped his pouty lips with his thumb:

"Everyone is worried about you and misses you very much. If it weren't for them, I wouldn't even want to restore your memory."

"We..." Qingchen looked at him, "We were not good before?"

Han Ziye was silent for a while, "It's not good, I did a lot of wrong things in the past, and I always hurt you."

He put his hand on the scar on his chest in the morning, "here." Then he stroked his left ear, "here."

Pointing at Qingchen's heart, "And here, I hurt everything."

"Then... has there been anyone else between us?"

Han Ziye's hands trembled, and it took a long time before he spoke with difficulty: "It's not really a past, I only loved you once."

Qingchen smiled: "Then... what are you worried about?"

……

Han Ziye took Qingchen's white hand and hesitated for a long time, "Maybe...after you recover all your memories, you will want to leave me..."

Qingchen was stunned for a moment, "Wow...then you must have done something very, very excessive."

"But I won't leave you," he said.

"I often feel pain in the dream, but..."

He pushed Han Ziye down, straddled him, and unbuttoned his pajamas little by little, revealing his beautiful collarbone and snow-white chest.

"Even if it's painful, as long as you need me, I'll always be there."

two months later.

In the single room of the Stanford Institute for Clinical Psychological and Brain Sciences, the bright afternoon sun shines into the room.

Han Yi signed the document, handed it to the doctor, and turned to Qingchen who was lying on the bed: "Are you nervous?"

Shaking his head early in the morning, "Where did Mars go?"

Han Yi gave him a haircut: "He is confirming something with Doctor. Adrian."

"Is he a little nervous? I haven't seen him all morning."

Before the words were finished, the door opened, and the person who hadn't shown up all morning finally plucked up the courage to come in.

Morning opened its arms to him.

Han Ziye stepped forward and hugged his sweetheart tightly in his arms.

"Are you about to start?" Qingchen asked.

Han Ziye nodded, wishing he would never let go, thinking this was the last hug in his heart.

Pat him on the back early in the morning: "Wait for me."

Han Ziye tightened his arms and whispered in his ear, "You can hate me, you can beat me and scold me, but no matter what, don't leave me, okay?"

Qingchen nodded, stepped back and looked into his eyes: "Say it again, say you love me."

Han Ziye's eyes were wet, and holding Qingchen's face, he said with all his affection, "I love you."

In the early morning, she pushed him away, got out of bed, kneeled down on one knee very solemnly, and held up a small jewelry box.

Under Han Ziye's shocked gaze, he opened the box and held up the silver ring displayed inside in front of him:

"Mars, I love you and will never leave you, can you marry me?"

Han Ziye was trembling all over, unable to answer for a long time, he burst into tears and laughed, took out the ring and put it on his ring finger.Then he picked up Qingchen's armpit and hugged him, "Baby, we can't get married. Because we have a relationship that is closer than marriage. Do you want to know what it is? Go find the answer, I'm not going anywhere, just Waiting for you here."

Han Qingchen walked in an endless dark corridor. There were doors on both sides of the corridor. There were all kinds of doors, and each door was so familiar. There was a voice gently guiding him, opening those doors one by one. .

He opened one of the doors and saw his little self, sitting under the Christmas tree and unwrapping presents. His gentle mother called him by his nickname: "Qingqing, happy birthday." The child ran over to pick up his birthday present, She smiled and said, "Thank you, Mommy!"

With tears in his eyes and a smile on his lips, he was reluctant to leave after watching for a long time.

There was another door, this door made him very resistant, he didn't want to open it, but the gentle voice urged him, he mustered up the courage to push open a crack, and saw Zhou Xiaoyu lying on someone's lap, snow-white With his calf resting on the armrest of the sofa, his eyes turned to the figure sitting on the sofa reading documents, with a slender and straight body, a cold and elegant face, and a pair of cold and beautiful phoenix eyes under thick black eyebrows.Zhou Xiaoyu raised the chocolate in his hand and asked, "Brother Ziye, do you want to eat?"

He had a headache early in the morning, and his body twitched as if being shocked by an electric shock. The voice slowly read out a set of numbers and a string of words, and then guided him to take a deep breath. The headache slowly disappeared, and he closed the door with sadness.

It was another door, and inside was the big gray-blue bedroom that he was so familiar with that he could no longer be familiar with. The cold man kissed himself lovingly on the bed with an intoxicated expression. Blushing and moaning in shame.

Inside the next door was his boyhood self. Han Yi put his arm around his shoulders and pushed forward, saying softly, "Go."

Trembling, he mustered up his courage, walked up to that person, and called softly, "Master."

The man sneered, didn't even look at himself, and said in a disgusted tone when he passed by, "Stay away from me."

In the early morning, the dark color closed the door sadly, and walked to the next one.

This is the door of a bathroom. When I opened it early in the morning, I saw that the drunk man was tearing off his clothes. With tears on his face, he was struggling in fear and begging, but he was pressed against the cold floor tiles mercilessly. pierced through...

With the opening of one door after another, all his memories slowly came back. His heart was like riding a roller coaster, floating in the clouds for a while, and falling into hell for a while. Between pain and joy, there is always A slow voice guided him forward.

Finally, at the end of the corridor, there is a glass automatic door.The moment he saw that door, he was surrounded by despair in the early morning. He really didn't want to open the door, but the voice behind him urged him. In desperation, he closed his eyes and took a step forward.The door opened automatically.

Outside the door is the airport in summer, and the rumble of planes taking off and landing resounds through the sky.The lonely self, looking up at the sky with a confused expression, stood beside a black car.

As the figure flickered, a gun was pointed at the man with a cold face.

As for himself, the moment before the gunshot, he stood in front of the man. His chest was hot first, then cold, and he was struck by severe pain. He yelled loudly in the morning, and his consciousness sank into the boundless darkness.

Han Qingchen felt that she had slept for a long, long time.

When he was about to wake up, someone held his hand, and the hard and cold ring on that person's hand touched him, and his hand twitched.

A familiar voice rang in my ear: "Are you awake?"

He tried his best to open his heavy eyelids little by little, and blinked a few times before regaining his vision.

It felt like I had been asleep for years before waking up.

The face that he thought about day and night came into view, instead of the usual elegant and cold expression, it turned out to be a face that was too nervous.

"Master." The voice in the early morning was very soft, a little hoarse just after waking up.

The tone was the same as it was a few years ago, with a little cautious intimacy.

Han Ziye held his breath and asked nervously, "What else?"

Qingchen lowered her eyes shyly, and looked at him again: "Mars."

Han Ziye breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked: "Is there any more?"

After thinking about it carefully in the morning, there was a little vague impression in my mind: "Well, Dad...wrong, brother?"

Han Ziye finally felt relieved, leaned over and kissed his lips.

In the early morning, he stared at him intently for a long, long time until Han Ziye's heart trembled.

He reached out to touch the mark left by Han Ziye's face, "Can this be removed?"

Han Ziye put his hand on his lips and kissed: "It's okay, it will recover after a while. Does your head hurt?"

Qingchen nodded: "A little bit, very tired." He moved his body, and his sacrum felt a sharp pain, and he couldn't help moaning.

"Don't move." Han Ziye pressed his legs, "The doctor took your cerebrospinal fluid for testing... Slowly, you will recall the memories after you were shot..."

He hesitated for a long time, not knowing what to ask, but just held Qingchen's hand and looked at him without blinking.

Qingchen seemed to know what he was thinking, smiled and said: "Master, take me home."

Han Ziye leaned down and hugged him tightly: "Okay, I'll take you home."

It snowed on Christmas Eve.

The back mountain of Beigong is completely white.

The birthday in the early morning was very lively. A group of people laughed and quarreled. After dinner, they threw the mess in the house and went to the yard to set off fireworks. The smiles did not stop in the early morning and all night. After everyone dispersed, he sat alone on the Christmas tree Unwrap the gift.

There were too many presents, and I was so tired that I fell asleep halfway through the unwrapping.

When he woke up after a nap, he habitually looked for the embrace beside him, swiped his arm, but found nothing. He sat up, looked around, got out of bed and went out to find someone.

There was silence in the corridor, and a little light came through the crack in the door of the big study.

When he opened the door and entered, Han Ziye looked over: "Why are you up?"

In the early morning, he walked over and sat down next to him. Han Ziye pulled off his clothes and wrapped him tightly: "Why don't you put on your nightgown, what should you do if you catch a cold?"

In the early morning, without answering, he took out the book in Han Ziye's hand. It was a picture book, and on the cover of the hard cover, it said "Oar——Rafael" in gilded cursive characters.

It was repackaged and published, and it belongs to early morning picture books.

I have probably read it many times, the picture book is a bit old, and I feel a little helpless in the morning: "Young master, why are you reading this again?"

Zi Ye didn't speak, just kissed his hair, forehead, nose tip all the way down, and finally kissed that tender red mouth.

In the early morning, I put my cool hand into Han Ziye's clothes to touch his body, "Master, do you want to do it?"

Zi Ye shook his head, "You will be tired if you make too much noise today."

He stood up and pulled Qingchen up, and the two held hands to see the newly changed murals in the study.

It was a blue bay, reflecting the golden sunset, shining with sparkling golden light.A small wooden boat was parked on the shore, with a pair of oars leaning head-to-head on it.

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You sit in a chair and watch the light stream through the window

You stretch out your hands to touch the hope written on the paper

You say flowers bloom and fall like a window

But the window opens and closes like love

You hold a flower and wait for someone to take you wandering

You want to sleep in the distance like a beautiful fairy tale

The book closes and opens again, drifting away and falling into dreams

The two of us parted and reunited like a pair of oars