non-human reincarnation

Aged spirits were poured over his heart, and the dust of silence in the long years was washed away. Chi Wu's heart burned into a ball of fire, and his eyes became brighter.

He warmly hugged Cheng Yan and Moonlight into his thin chest, and heard the long-lost heartbeat during years of waiting.

He looked up at Cheng Yan, and found that Cheng Yan's face was no different from that in the mirror of the world, there was still love in his brows and eyes, and the palms he held were still hot.

Cheng Yan will always be Cheng Yan.

As time goes by, and the day goes down to the sea, no matter the reincarnation of life and death, he still has to return to Chi Wu's side.

Chi Wu gently rubbed Cheng Yan's palm, buried his face in his warm chest, and said in a small voice, "Thank you for keeping your promise."

As time passed by, Cheng Yan was stunned.

It took so long for Chi Wu to realize that their memories were biased.

The current Cheng Yan has no memory of their real world.

Chi Wu let go of his embrace without any trace, and traced Cheng Yan's face with his hands. When he touched Cheng Yan's stubble, he knocked Cheng Yan's chin with his forehead: "It seems to be very haggard."

Cheng Yan's eyelashes drooped along the retracted gaze, as if he had accepted the matter in a short time, but he was still not able to adapt to the new identity. He smiled at Chi Wu: "I haven't cleaned myself up for a few days. gone."

"How many days?" Chi Wu was surprised.

"You slept for a long time," Cheng Yan wanted to tell the time accurately, but found that he couldn't even be distracted to count, so he said honestly, "Three days, or four days, I can't remember it myself."

Chi Wu frowned slightly, and did not immediately discuss the reason for this matter with Cheng Yan. He got off the bed and pulled Cheng Yan away: "Go and wash your face."

Cheng Yan looked at the hand held between him and Chi Wu. Chi Wu's hand was small, but he held him tightly. Because it was not high enough, it drew an arc at an oblique angle.

Chi Wu twisted the towel and gave it to Cheng Yan: "Wipe it."

Cheng Yan was about to pick it up, but the towel suddenly retracted, Chi Wu looked at his face, and beckoned: "Low your head."

The tall figure lowered his head as he wished, and Chi Wu squeezed the towel and wiped it carefully on his face. When he was about to wipe the other side, Cheng Yan snatched the towel back into his hand.

"By the time you're done wiping, it'll be daylight," he said.

The corners of Chi Wu's mouth curled up, and the fantasy from the world mirror was a little bit shattered, so he pushed Cheng Yan: "Will you wipe it off?"

Cheng Yan wiped his face with a smile, washed the towel under the hot water, and covered Chi Wu's small face with his palms. When he thought Chi Wu was going to struggle as usual, Chi Wu didn't move.

"Are you ready?" The voice under the towel was muffled, "Why didn't you move?"

Cheng Yan paused before wiping Chi Wu's face with a soft towel.

Chi Wu stood on the spot obediently, letting him flatten and round it.

The towel brushed over Chi Wu's eyes, covering the lower half of his face, Cheng Yan stared at him, waited until those round eyes opened, and looked at him agilely.

Chi Wu held his breath under Cheng Yan's palm and blinked.

In the next second, Cheng Yan raised his other hand and flicked it on his forehead, and Chi Wu immediately groaned.

But he didn't fight back, he had an unprecedented good temper.

Taking off the towel, Cheng Yan asked him with a smile: "Chi Wu, in your heart, do I have a particularly high status now?"

Chi Wu snorted, "It's a beautiful thought."

Cheng Yan dried the towel and asked Chi Wu if he was hungry.

"It seems a little bit when you say it." Chi Wu said, "Is there any food at home?"

"Also." Cheng Yan flipped through the refrigerator, "Yesterday, Gu Ran and Wen Bo just went shopping for groceries." He rang and urged, "Go up and tell them you're awake."

"Oh."

When Cheng Yan finished washing the rice and was about to prepare the dishes, he turned around and saw that Chi Wu was still at the door of the kitchen, holding the door frame with one hand, like a watchdog.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Yan asked.

Chi Wu touched his nose: "It's okay, just wait a little longer."

"Why? Don't want to tell them?" Cheng Yan asked.

"No." Chi Wu glanced at Cheng Yan, but did not say the reason.

Cheng Yan understood.

He is reluctant.

"I don't know how to run. When you come back from upstairs, I'm still in the kitchen." Cheng Yan said, "Otherwise I'll go up and talk to them."

Chi Wu pushed his lips and said that Cheng Yan hated it, then ran out and went upstairs.

Cheng Yan looked at his back and smiled for a few seconds, then the corners of his mouth slowly fell back into a straight line.

He is happy.

How unhappy to receive Chi Wu's love.

But he is not so happy.

He does not have the memory of "the person in the mirror of the world". As far as he is concerned, the starting point of his life is from entering the ladder, so it is impossible to hear Chi Wu say that "the person in the mirror of the world" is equal to "Cheng Yan". "When I feel the same way, I feel the same joy and joy.

just like--

The person I like finally ran towards me, but called another person's name.

Chi Wu didn't stay upstairs for a long time, probably because he couldn't wait to come down, and he also told Gu Ran and Wen Bo not to come down and disturb him, and the door slammed when he returned home.

He ran into the kitchen and gasped at the door: "What do you eat?"

"Fried chicken, tofu with minced meat," Cheng Yan pointed to the stove on the other side, "By the way, stew a pot of fish soup, do you want to eat anything else?"

"That's enough."

"Then wait for dinner." Cheng Yan said.

While speaking, Chi Wu had already moved to Cheng Yan's side, and his head was snuggled against his shoulder. Cheng Yan turned the spatula, and he leaned on it. Cheng Yan stood still, and he quietly stuck it.

"Chi Wu." Cheng Yan called his name.

"What's the matter?"

As the heat rose, Cheng Yan pinched his cheek: "It's a little clingy."

Chi Wu rubbed his fingers and stood up straight: "Then I'm leaving!"

Cheng Yan took his hand: "You can't walk."

He put the pool fog aside so that it would not be easily contaminated by oily smoke, so he continued to cook slowly.

After lying down for a few days, Chi Wu was already hungry, and with the fragrance of Cheng Yan's vegetables, he ate three bowls, and after eating, his stomach was so distended that he walked back and forth in the living room to digest.

Cheng Yan cleaned up the dishes: "I'll go to the next door."

"What are you doing in the past?" Chi Wu followed behind him, "I want to go there too."

Cheng Yan raised his eyebrows: "I went to take a shower and haven't changed clothes for a few days."

Chi Wu grabbed the back of his clothes: "Then I will go too."

"Row."

When he arrived in front of Cheng Yan's room, Chi Wu remembered that he and Cheng Yan were still in a semi-cold war state before entering the ladder.

Looking at the unfamiliar room, he calmed down.

He hasn't entered Cheng Yan's room for a long time, and many of the furnishings in it have been changed, except for the props that he kept for himself and stayed where they were.

Cheng Yan added a lot of necessities for life, and there were traces of a fire in the kitchen, and the clothes hung to dry a few days ago were hanging on the balcony, shaking gently in the wind.

There was a letter stuffed in the doorway of the balcony, and there was a bright red lip print on the tongue of the letter. Chi Wu picked it up, pressed his fingertips on it, and smelled a faint fragrance.

It seems that during this time, Cheng Yan was quite popular in the third world.

Chi Wu took the letter, put it on the coffee table in the living room, sat down, and closed his eyes.

He remembered everything in the world mirror.

The end of the last step of the world mirror made Chi Wu lose all hope. He was afraid of seeing Cheng Yan collapsed in front of him again, and he never walked up the steps of the world mirror. had to enter.

The world mirror did not continue the last memory, but on a sunny afternoon, Chi Wu sat on the swing in the rose garden.

Cheng Yan was in front of him, holding a glass of water in his hand, and asked him, "Are you the young master of this family?"

All the memories from the real world that belonged to him and Cheng Yan poured into his mind in an instant.

Those dim and bright pictures, and the minutiae that have been noticed, like time and space going back, fill the empty memory gap, and the fit is correct.

Chi Wu didn't know when the mirror of the world would end. He fell into endless chaos, and when he opened his eyes and closed his eyes, memories were rushing wildly in his ears and in his heart.

He regained possession of Cheng Yan.

The sound insulation effect of the old-fashioned houses is not good. The sound of water dripping in the bathroom has always been in the ears as the background sound. Chi Wu looked at the closed bathroom door and found something wrong in the past half day.

Chi Wu got up and knocked on the door.

A foggy voice said, "What's wrong?"

"Cheng Yan, come out!" Chi Wu said to him, "You have a love letter!"

"Just throw it away." Cheng Yan said.

Chi Wu: "Come out!"

The room was quiet for a while, and then the door opened when I heard the sound. Cheng Yan stood at the door with wet hair and a towel tied around his waist, and asked him, "Where is it?"

Chi Wu's eyes bulged, and after looking at his face, he secretly looked down again.

Cheng Yan covered his eyes with his hands, his wet palms touched Chi Wu's eyelashes: "It's out, where is the love letter?"

After he finished speaking, he felt soft things stepping on his feet, and then the person whose eyes were covered by him stood on his feet, tried his best to tiptoe, and kissed him on the lips.

Chi Wu's eyes were blocked, but he kissed Cheng Yan's fingertips while breathing.

"Here is the love letter," he said.

When Cheng Yan took a bath again and came out again, Chi Wu had found all the changes in Cheng Yan's house, and was sitting cross-legged on the sofa to read one of his manuscripts.

Press down the weight at the side, and the smell of clean soap on Cheng Yan's body is shrouded in warm moisture, making people feel at ease and comfortable.

Chi Wu pressed his nails on the letter, and looked sideways at Cheng Yan: "It's been a long time since I washed it."

"You deliberately don't let me take a good bath, what else can I do." Cheng Yan stretched out his hand, took the love letter with red lips on the table, and turned it over, "Is this the love letter?"

He casually put it in the trash can.

Chi Wu silently retracted his peripheral vision.

Cheng Yan leaned back and smiled lightly: "Today's love letter quota has been completed, so let's forget about this one."

A drop of water from the tip of his hair fell on Chi Wu's shoulder, and Chi Wu pressed it with his palm.

"Where did you sleep when I didn't wake up?"

"Slept in your living room." Cheng Yan dried his hair with a towel.

"How long have you slept?" Chi Wu took his towel and straightened his upper body to wipe his hair. "Do you sleep every day?"

Cheng Yan: "Almost."

"That means you haven't slept much." Chi Wu stroked his hair, "Cheng Yan, are you a little unhappy?"

"How is it possible." Cheng Yan sighed, "You really are, you finally woke up, I almost thought..."

He patted Chi Wu's hand, telling him not to wipe it.

"I'm not talking about this," Chi Wu clutched the towel, "I remember the past."

Cheng Yan's eyes met with his, without lying, and told him honestly: "I don't remember, so I can't take my new identity and your love for granted."

He asked seriously: "Before I remembered, did you like me?"

The towel was caught out of its folds, and Chi Wu said, "The words I said at that time were sincere."

The evidence caught by Cheng Yan, and Chi Wu's denial——

"I can't accept that when I'm with you, there are people I can't let go of."

"And vice versa."

"You are the one I can't let go of."