Paranoid boyfriend doesn't want to heal

After half an hour.

"Ying Huan, do you have any draft paper? There is always a shortage of candies and syrup. I have to write them down and make them first."

As expected of him playing the game for five or six years, it's really interesting!

But as we all know, there is a common problem in farming games. After harvesting the land, arranging the factory, and packing the goods to be sent, you have to wait for a long time.

Xin Tang returned to the homepage, it was only after ten o'clock, and there was still some time before eating. He drank a glass of warm water under Ying Huan's reminder, and then flipped through other software on the tablet.

Very boring and lackluster.

However, there is a mentally handicapped game that is not bad - Sokoban, the map is like a maze, you have to push several boxes to the designated position, and the positions of several boxes affect each other, you must find a suitable order to push them all to the designated position .

It's just... a good way to pass the time.

Xin Tang went on to level 238 on the save file and pushed for a long time. Finally, he succeeded in pushing a box, but no matter how he pushed the second box, it was a dead end, so he could only push the first box back.

Then, he couldn't even push a box back.

Sorry, he shouldn't have called it a mental game.

"Push this box first," Ying Huan put down his work at some point, pointed to a box in the corner with his light white fingertips to remind Xin Tang, and then pointed to an empty space, "Push here."

Xin Tang went to push the box in disbelief, made a few rounds, and pushed it to the designated position.

Ying Huan continued to point to the next box, "Push this one more, push it here."

Xin Tang continued not to believe in evil, and after a while, the box was successfully pushed in again.

Now he has to believe if he doesn't believe in evil.

"Couldn't you have passed all the previous levels?" Xin Tang doubted himself a little. With his level, it doesn't look like he can play more than 200 levels by himself.

"No, we used to be one person and one level before, and it should be my turn for this level." Ying Huan seemed to remember something, and his eyes were a little lax, "Logical calculation is not your field of expertise, besides You have amnesia now, and it is normal to not be able to find the feeling for the time being."

Ying Huan had never shown such an expression before—as if he was looking at another person through him, so that Xin Tang thought that it didn't seem to matter whether he recovered his memory or not.

But at this moment, Xin Tang was suddenly awakened by Ying Huan's eyes. He lost his memory. Not only was it unfair to Ying Huan, but also to himself. He and Ying Huan's love was not equal.

He only loves Ying Huan now, and Ying Huan still loves Xin Tang who he has forgotten.

Xin Tang was a little annoyed, and pushed Ying Huan to bring him back to his senses: "Since I'm not good at this, why do I have to check with you alone?"

Ying Huan smiled and tapped Xin Tang's forehead, "Leave this to you to think about, maybe you can recover your memory."

Xin Tang stuffed the tablet into Ying Huan's hand, "Since you are supposed to pass this level, you can play it yourself."

"it is good."

Ying Huan took the tablet, without seeming to think much about it, and could push a box back to its proper position with just a few pushes. Xin Tang played the level for half an hour without such a clue, but he broke it so easily.

The more Xin Tang watched, the more wronged he became. Obviously before, he and Ying Huan could compete with each other one by one. How did it become like this now?

After Ying Huan passed the level, she raised her head amidst the cheers of fireworks that came with the system, only to see that Xin Tang's eyes were red with sadness.

"Why are you crying?" Ying Huan asked, flipping the tablet upside down on the table, and the cheers of victory died down.

Xin Tang avoided Ying Huan's hand, looked into his eyes and asked, "Do you really love me? I don't think I'm the same as before. Do you love me, or the Xin Tang in your memory?"

Ying Huan withdrew her hand, leaned on the back of the chair, her posture was relaxed, and there was a faint smile on her brows and eyes: "Are you jealous of yourself?"

After all, he crossed his legs, revealing a small section of white ankle.

He doesn't do this pose often because it's bad for his posture, but today was a surprise, so he really wanted to relax.

Compared with his relaxation, Xin Tang seemed a little annoyed.

"why are you laughing?"

"No matter how many times, you will fall in love with me." Ying Huan's voice became soft and tender at this moment, like a common trick used by people to express their love.

But Xin Tang felt that something was wrong, and Ying Huan's tone implied something bad in his impression.

But what could be wrong with this sentence?

He lost his memory, but still fell in love with Ying Huan again - isn't that what this sentence expresses?

Xin Tang couldn't figure it out, so he could only blame it on himself for thinking too much.

"I'm asking you seriously, can you be serious?"

Xin Tang asked in a hurry, his already broken voice could not bear it, and coughed in a low voice.

Ying Huan handed Xin Tang the water at hand, "Okay, I will answer you seriously."

"Tangtang, what do you think you love when you love someone?"

"Anyway, it's definitely not just a skin."

However, Xin Tang thought lowly, isn't he just a skin?And this skin is not as good-looking as Ying Huan.

"It's not just skin, I also love your character, your temper, and your fiery love. These things that have been carved into your bones by life never disappeared with your amnesia, but instead made you lose your worries. The true and sincere nature was presented to me."

"So you don't want me to recover my memory?"

Ying Huan narrowed her eyes, but still smiled, "Why do you think so?"

"Because...you never told me about the past. When I just woke up and told you that I lost my memory, your attitude changed immediately."

"Tangtang, to me, you are always you. I'm very happy whether you recover your memory or not, but..." Ying Huan suddenly dragged out the ending sound, looking a little nervous: "You may not be sure."

Xin Tang's breathing became a little short: "What do you mean?"

"Actually, something unpleasant happened before you were hospitalized."

"What's the matter?"

Xin Tang still remembered that the first time he saw Ying Huan, he was sitting in the shadows, blending into the darkness, and his sinister gaze made his heart stop for a while.

What "a little unpleasant thing" happened to make Ying Huan become like that?

But Ying Huan shook his head, "I won't tell you, I want you to think about it yourself, Tangtang."

"I don't understand, Ying Huan..."

"You don't need to understand, Tangtang, you only need to remember one thing, and I won't be willing to let you keep forgetting about our relationship."

Ying Huan will not always be a gentle and considerate husband.

But until he has enjoyed enough of Xintang's cuteness, he will not let him take the initiative to help Xintang recover his memory.

Now Xin Tang still didn't understand the deep meaning, and wanted to fight for a few more words, but Ying Huan's index finger pressed against his lips, "You've talked a lot, take a break, I'll give you another dose of medicine. "

Xin Tang had no choice but to shut up, and at the same time couldn't help but become more curious about what happened before.

Since Ying Huan didn't tell him, he could only think about it on his own, and he didn't know if he would be so lucky to dream about the past tonight.

This back-and-forth conversation wasted a lot of time, and after taking the medicine, it was past eleven o'clock, and Ying Huan asked Xin Tang to lie down on the sofa, while he went into the kitchen again to prepare lunch.

Lunch is still a bowl of porridge that has been cooled down. Although the morning is lily lotus seeds and the lunch is minced meat, the light and soft taste is enough to turn off Xintang's appetite.

Ying Huan didn't force him to eat more, but said that he didn't have much work in the afternoon, so he would watch TV with him, and when Xin Tang was picking something to watch, he went into the kitchen to wash a plate of fruit and came out.

With a little selfishness, Xin Tang clicked into a category called "Beautiful Love", and chose a "La La Land" whose cover looked very happy. After all, his throat cannot withstand any baptism of sadness and tears. .

The first half of the film is really warm and happy, and Ying Huan feeds mangoes cut into pieces, Xin Tang is very satisfied.

But when the film entered the middle and late stages, Xin Tang gradually noticed something was wrong.

Don't the hero and heroine love each other very much?Why did you quarrel?How could you say such exaggerated words?Why... separated? !

Xin Tang raised his head, trying not to let himself cry, but seeing the hostess and hostess meet again at the bar, the familiar music played, and the hostess spent his life with the hostess in fantasy, he really couldn't hold back.

Isn't it beautiful love?how so!

Ying Huan could take it easy, not only didn't shed a single tear, but also comforted Xin Tang softly.

"You don't need to empathize so deeply, this kind of thing will never happen to us."

Xin Tang was not optimistic about being so full of words: "Who can say for sure what will happen in the future?"

"Of course I'm sure." Ying Huan smiled a little coldly, "Even if one day you regret it and want to leave me, I will tie you up and fuck you, understand?"

Xin Tang is now half desensitized to the word fuck, and he will not focus on this word as he did at the beginning, but reply clearly: "You like me now, of course I say that, but feelings are originally in this world. the most variable thing in the world."

"No, Tangtang, you still don't seem to understand what I mean."

"You are the only rose in my garden, I will never let you go, even if you die, you will wither under my nose, and your corpse will rot in my soil, understand? "

It's a bit perverted to say so, but Xin Tang can understand what he's saying - a patient with schizophrenic personality disorder has a sudden change, and he falls in love with someone.

That is the only feeling he has left, he will never fall in love with others again, that special case in his life is the rose in no man's land in his spiritual wasteland.

Xin Tang didn't feel so scared by this, on the contrary, he felt relieved.

A person with amnesia is like a rootless duckweed, floating outside the world in a vain manner, but a love that is so firm that it is almost paranoid is the root that tightly connects his world.

Xin Tang turned around and hugged Ying Huan, "I understand... I'm very happy to be the only rose in your garden."

Ying Huan paused, obviously not expecting him to get such an answer.

But soon, he reacted and smiled, and put his arms around Xin Tang.

After being on edge for so long, he almost forgot that the original Xin Tang gave him such sincere and passionate love.

Then, those of you who wish to restore your memory must not forget this sentence.