Jiutian Liansheng

is true?is fake?Is it a dream?Is it phantom?

His complexion moved slightly, his expression was dazed, and the man who seemed to have lost his soul took a small step, but this step seemed to have used up years and years, step by step, step by step... slowly walking around the man in white. Slowly walked around...

This person, this hair, is real, exactly the same as what he imagined in his dream and what he saw before.

The expression on Huangfu Qianhe's face changed again and again, first he was shocked, then he was stunned, then he was confused and puzzled, and finally became more and more joyful, extremely happy and then sad, like tears streaming down his face.

"Xiao Jiu—"

With a soft call, King Jing Huangfu suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Lin Jiu's shoulders, his voice trembling because of the excitement in his heart: "Xiao Jiu...Xiao Jiu! It's really you, it's really you!" It's you, I knew it, I knew God wouldn't have the heart to take you away..."

"You're back, you're finally back, do you know how hard I've been looking for you for the past two years, and how sad I miss you, Xiaojiu, how could you be so stupid? How could you leave so cruelly for so long Haha, you are still here, that's good, that's good..." Muttering, Huangfu Qianhe hugged Lin Jiu gently.

The sound of calling brought back Lin Jiu's memories of Huangfu Qianhe.

At the beginning when he saw Huangfu Qianhe, he just thought it was a little funny, how could this person stay like that, he was laughing and crying at the same time, just following the tears that Huangfu Qianhe fell on his neck and shoulders, the words that flowed into his ears , putting the warm palm behind his back, Lin Jiu felt an inexplicable throbbing in his heart.

Huangfu Qianhe's heartfelt feelings finally softened a part of his heart for a man who had never tasted family affection and love.

Just suddenly, Lin Jiu didn't know how to face Huangfu Qianhe. After all, the real Lin Jiu was dead, and now he was just a time-traveling soul occupying Lin Jiu's body.

Want to tell Huangfu Qianhe the truth?It was a bit cruel.

Lin Jiu patted Huangfu Qianhe's back which was trembling slightly due to excitement, and asked in seeming surprise, "Master, have we met before?"

"What?" Huangfu Qianhe didn't seem to understand what Lin Jiu said.

Some reluctantly let go of the lost and recovered man in front of him, Huangfu Qianhe's head finally calmed down gradually, and his reason slowly returned to his head.

Lin Jiu committed suicide two years ago by throwing himself into a river.

This fact is something that Huangfu Qianhe has always understood, but dare not face, but now a man exactly like Lin Jiu suddenly appeared in front of him.

Is this person Lin Jiu?Why do you say this?

"You...you don't know me anymore? Xiaojiu, have you forgotten me?" Huangfu Qianhe's eyes were full of sadness, which made Lin Jiu, who had lied, move slightly.

This lie has to be told.

Fundamentally speaking, he did not know Huangfu Qianhe, but only had memories about Huangfu Qianhe.

As if seeing the myriad doubts in Huangfu Qianhe's eyes, Lin Jiu's mouth faded into a smile, and he shook his head and said, "I lost my memory two years ago."