Qing Yu Ruoyou

"How is Ruoyou doing now? Is there any sign of decreased IQ?"

He Qingyu's eyes darkened: "Ruoyou...he doesn't remember anything."

After chatting with Ruoyou for a day, He Qingyu was sure that Ruoyou didn't just forget himself, but he didn't remember anything.

Mo Qi was slightly taken aback, and the corners of his mouth curled into a very shallow arc: "Is that so? It's because there is no Moon Remembrance Grass." An unfamiliar term popped out of his mouth, and seeing He Qingyu's confusion, Mo Qi explained: "Moon Remembrance Grass, also known as Remembrance Grass, as the name suggests, means to store memories. Although the danger of the metamorphosis period is not high, it is extremely unexpected. Anything can happen after the metamorphosis period. Therefore, many things are necessary. Less."

"That……"

"It's not difficult to restore the memory." Mo Qi knew what he was going to ask: "As long as the Moon Remembrance Grass is enough, of course, it also needs—" He Qingyu took a look: "The contractor's blood assists."

He Qingyu just asked: "How much?"

He Qingyu's reaction was within Mo Qi's expectation. Although so many years had passed, after getting along with each other for a period of time, he found that many aspects of Yu were the same as before, especially in the aspect of silent dedication.He twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "A lot."

When he said this, his gaze was fixed on He Qingyu.

He Qingyu just lowered his head and rubbed his wrists. Under that white hand, there were blood vessels flowing.Mo Qi was startled, as if he had sensed something, but before he could speak, a silver light flashed in front of his eyes, followed by a flash of blood.There was a crisp "tick" sound, and looking again, a drop of blood was quietly dripping in a bowl.

It was He Qingyu's blood.

The loving mother's blood flowed from the wound on his wrist and dripped into the bowl, forming a thin circle of blood.Even so, He Qingyu seemed to be the one who was not the one who was injured, and raised the bowl with his normal hand to signal, and asked him, "Is half a bowl enough?"

Mo Qi stared at him blankly.

After a while, he sighed in a low voice, "Why bother?"

Although it is said to be a contract partner, in fact, under the premise of an equal contract, who would pay so much for his nominal partner?You must know that one of the differences between the people of the first class and the people on the earth is the blood volume in the body - the blood volume of people from other worlds is only one-seventh of that of the people on the earth, and the upper limit of their output is only 100 to 150 milliliters .

He Qingyu responded directly without changing his face.

Seeing that He Qingyu's face was slightly pale, he looked at the blood volume in the bowl, walked over to melt the wound, took the bowl, and said in a deep voice, "Enough."

The blood in the bowl was red, stinging his eyes.

He Qingyu withdrew his hand.

Mo Qi took out a special bottle and filled it with blood, put the bottle away, looked up at him, and said, "...Since you've done this, you're planning to go back to another world, right?"

After all, Moon Memory Grass is in another world.

He Qingyu was silent, he pursed his lower lip: "Yes."

Looking at him, Mo Qi seemed to be faintly relieved, although he didn't show it.

I don't know when the moon came out. At this time, the moonlight was pouring down into the pavilion, shining on the faces of the two teenagers, and there was a burst of soft light.In the depths of He Qingyu's eyes, there was the warmest smile.

Late at night.

***

Back in the dormitory again, He Qingyu lay down next to Ruoyou, turned his head, and saw the young man beside him curled up as if he felt insecure. The moment he entered, perhaps because of the warmth passing by his side, he turned over , subconsciously got into his arms, found a comfortable position, and rubbed against each other.

He Qingyu froze for a moment.

Immediately, he stretched out his hand and hugged Ruoyou into his arms.Although Ruoyou became a lot taller, which made him a little uncomfortable, he still hugged her.He likes the feeling of mutual trust and dependence between partners, let him know that he is not alone,

He also has Ruoyou.

Ruoyou burrowed into his arms again and let out a low grunt.He lowered his head, a death-like emotion flashed across his eyes, and then he stretched out his hand to hug Ruoyou even tighter.The breath belonging to Ruoyou lingered in his nose, He Qingyu lowered his head slightly, and put his chin on Ruoyou's head.

In the darkness, his face remained calm.

What Mo Qi said before is true.He closes his eyes.

——Memory is nothing but something from the past, at best nostalgia.But now that the people you co-created those memories with are right by your side, why should you hold on to virtual things?

——What's more, the person who is more worthy of your grasp is now by your side, isn't it?If you give up the present for the past, you will regret it in the future.

Memory is the past, experience is the present.

Mo Qi is the past, Ruoyou is the present.

The so-called past is the past.Now that it has become a thing of the past, why bother to be obsessed with it?It's better to reach out and grasp everything now, so that at least in retrospect, you won't regret it later.It is enough to experience everything once, otherwise you will not know how to cherish, and memories are for cherishing and nostalgia.

Rather than being used as a cage to trap the present and the future.

——Mo Qi is sober, Ruoyou is sober, he is the only one who can't see clearly from the beginning to the end.

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