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During the ascent, Si Song hugged the man in his arms tightly, but Chang Xiyang pushed his hand and struggled to get down, "What's wrong?"

Si Song leaned over to ask him softly, Chang Xiyang shook his head, said nothing, his brows were tightly frowned, he wanted to take the dizzy man from Xiaoqian, and seeing his pretty lips sticking to him, Si Song With jealousy in his heart, he snorted coldly, pulled Chang Xiyang into his arms again, and reluctantly threw a soothing spell at that person.

"If you do this again, I'll be really angry." Si Song complained with some dissatisfaction.

"Si Song...don't be like this." Chang Xiyang frowned, "You know, we..."

"Don't say it. Ayan, don't say it." He lowered his voice, as if begging.

He didn't want to recall what happened later.

Si Song knew that Chang Xiyang's meekness did not mean he was obedient.From the moment Chang Xiyang picked up the person who hurt him and turned away, they were separated in two worlds.

Chang Xiyang's stubborn back is a resistance to this world.

Since Chang Xiyang resisted him and would rather stay with that bastard for the rest of his life, why should he approach him so annoyingly?At that time, Si Song thought so.

Later he regretted it.

He regretted saying that sentence, "You can do it yourself."He regretted not standing by Chang Xiyang's weak shoulders when he had to deal with the pressure of being an enemy of "Heaven". He regretted not letting that person die straight away. Letting Chang Xiyang go to Argentina alone was the beginning of everything, and he regretted it the most...

He regretted not expressing his heart to Chang Xiyang earlier, and gave that person a chance to hurt Ayang.

He will not let go of Chang Xiyang again.

He won't let go of his hand again, won't let those slender shoulders bear the pressure alone, won't let his thin back tremble helplessly...

Si Song would hug him, hold his hand, clasp his pretty fingers, soothe his trembling back, embed that person in his arms, and melt into his body...

Ayan...

For a hundred years, not only Si Song, but also Xiao Qian has always been frowning.But in recent years, she suddenly became cheerful again, as if she had returned to her original state.It turned out that when Qiuyan and Chang Xiyang were both around.

Si Song frowned, "Xiao Qian, what happened?"

"No! Nothing!" Xiaoqian hugged her chest and shivered, as if he was cheating on her.

"Oh? Really?" He stretched out his hand with a bright smile and put it on her shoulder. "Then I'll take care of myself, you know that I don't want to peep into other people's privacy..."

"No..." She lowered her head, not daring to look at him, "It's too early to tell you... I don't want to see you sad either."

"It's about A Yang. You found him." Si Song was unusually calm, looking at her erratic eyes, and asked, "Why... am I sad? A Yang, what's wrong with him."

"He... well, let me tell you." Xiao Qian raised her eyes and looked at him, "You don't know that Qiu Yan is back."

Xiao Qian couldn't hide the joy in his eyes, he naturally understood, if Chang Xiyang came back, how could he hide his joy?

"That's really nice." He said heartily.

"You also know that Qiuyan actually has the ability to predict. She found Ayang's position and stayed by his side. But..."

"but what?"

"But Ayang is already very weak. Qiuyan is beside him, he can't even feel it..."

Xiaoqian's eyes began to cloud with water vapor. She sniffed and took a deep breath to suppress her sad emotions.

"Really?" Si Song smiled bitterly, "Qiuyan, she didn't say much? What happened after Ayang... or something."

"You know, she won't say much."

"Yeah, she never said much...but it's great that she's back, I mean, you guys." He smiled, "It would be nice if Ayan could come back too, I really envy you."

"He'll be back! Xi Yang will be back, I know!"

"Qiu Yan said that?" Si Song narrowed his eyes, a little nervous.

"That's not true...but she didn't deny it." Xiao Qian's momentum had obviously weakened just now, and he looked like a defeated little rooster.

"Then I still have hope, right?" He touched the top of her head, this little girl can never hide her emotions, "Give me Xi Yang's position, I want to visit him. You know, I ... Miss him very much. I will never let him go again."

China...

An ordinary building emits a faint blue light that is difficult for ordinary people to see. This is Chang Xiyang's spiritual power.

Si Song gently touched the wall, and the familiar spiritual power flowed gently through his fingertips, bringing a little warmth, like Chang Xiyang, always a warm little blue sun.

Si Song hid himself, as Xiao Qian said, Chang Xiyang couldn't see him.He was a little sad, but also a little happy.

Through the wall, Mr. Cheng, who looked like a teenager, was talking and laughing with a boy called Wu Weizhu. Chang Xiyang sat opposite them, his eyes were fixed on Wu Cheng, and only on Wu Cheng.

Now he is emaciated and weak, his spiritual power is weak, and the beautiful eyes that were originally bright and reassuring have lost their luster and are dull.

Is it worth it?

For such a person?

100 years?

For such a mediocre and cowardly person?

Do you really still love him?Si Song wants to ask Chang Xiyang, do you really only love such a mediocre, selfish person?

Or are you unwilling?Not reconciled to letting go, not reconciled to the disappearance of the arrogant nobleman who attracted you back then?

But the one who rubbed off his arrogance with your own hands and turned him into an ordinary person, wasn't it you too?Ayan...

For more than 100 years of perseverance, what is it for!

he does not know.

It was only then that he realized that he would never be able to penetrate Chang Xiyang's heart.

But Si Song was not reconciled for Chang Xiyang.He didn't want Chang Xiyang to be with such a person.

Si Song was also not reconciled to himself.He didn't want to, the person he put on the cusp of his heart was snatched away by such a bastard.

He could see the hidden disgust in Wu Weizhu's eyes when he faced Wu Cheng, and the deep affection in his eyes when he casually glanced at Chang Xiyang.Si Song understood.Mr. Orange, you are really unlikable.

When Chang Xiyang disappeared to recuperate, he found Wu Weizhu, "You don't want him to die?" Si Song smiled gently, just like the original Pianpian gentleman.

Wuwei Bamboo has no words.But Si Song knew that he was already his own eyes.Si Song injected a trace of spiritual power into him, which Chang Xiyang could not detect.

Qiu Yan looked at them coldly, without saying a word, her figure was still a little ethereal, it seemed a little unreal.Si Song tried to pat her on the shoulder, but couldn't touch her.

"It's already very good." He sincerely sighed.

Qiu Yan casually leaned against the wall, her gaze seemed to be turned towards him, "You're going to be in trouble."

Si Song was taken aback for a moment, then relaxed, and smiled, "Fortune and misfortune always depend on each other, don't they?" Anyway, he has nothing to lose.

Qiu Yan didn't look at him again, but she also responded, "Yes."

Si Song didn't hug A Yang quietly, nor did he secretly turn red.

Chang Xiyang is his man.Sooner or later it will be.

Si Songhui hugged him openly and kissed him.Tell him, Chang Xiyang, I love you.

A few years later, Chang Xiyang still showed up.After waiting for more than 20 years, he can be with his son Orange again in a fair and aboveboard manner.

Si Song looked at the lines on his palm, a little dazed.

"So what are you going to do?" Wu Weizhu asked coldly, hugging his chest.

"It's the same as before!" A figure suddenly and nimbly appeared, rushing down with a gust of wind, Xiao Qianying's face was full of confidence.

"I don't want to hurt him again."

"This is the best option."

"Does Qiu Yan say that?" Si Song narrowed his eyes and asked her.

"She has always been our friend, hasn't she? This is the beginning of your disaster, and it is also the liberation of Ayang." Xiaoqian lowered her eyes.

"That's a good thing." He smiled, "For Zhu, arrange it."

Xiaoqian smiled charmingly and winked at him, "Si Song, am I beautiful?"

"It's as beautiful as Mr. Orange when he first saw you."

Si Song didn't interfere with Xiaoqian's affairs anymore.She has many seductive tricks.It was the magazine that Chang Xiyang created...he was a little interested.

The people inside are all former partners.Well, the difference between the fake former partners is that they are just ordinary people who have not shouldered the mission of the Creator. They only need to touch fish and play tricks every day, and their happiness is mediocre.

If there are other words, it is probably that Hao Zhizhang and Jiang Yuanchun are no longer hiding in the relationship between heaven and earth, they are together openly, and they have become family members in Chang Xiyang's illusory world.

Chang Xiyang, you understand everything, don't you?

What about me?Why should you act as if you don't know what I want for you?

Deciphering Chang Xiyang's spell is as easy as pie.Surrounded by members of the magazine, Si Song seemed to be all of them.

But ah, Ayang, if this is your consolation for missing the heaven, why is there no shadow of me?

Does creating a Si Song by your side cause you so much pain?

What about Xiaoqian?Because she once attracted Mr. Cheng's attention, do you hate her?

He doesn't believe...

The door opened, and Mr. Cheng walked in with a complicated expression, with Chang Xiyang behind him.Seeing Si Song, his pupils suddenly dilated, and his face was full of disbelief, and also, nostalgia.

"Hello." Ayan said.Si Song smiled softly and looked at him.

He didn't speak, just lowered his head, a little at a loss.

Really, nothing has changed.

Si Song winked, and Mr. Orange was dragged away by those friends. As for Diao Feng's knife and Jiang Yuanchun's knife that were stretched out halfway, it had nothing to do with him.

Chang Xiyang was a little hesitant, as if he was struggling with whether to follow.

Si Song smiled and walked over to hug him, "Don't tell me, you can't see that I'm creating opportunities for us to be alone? Long time no see, Ayang."

"Long time no see, Si Song."

"Are we going to stand here and talk about the past?" He let go of the man and looked at the pale face tenderly.

But God knows that he almost pushed this person down impulsively, kissed him hard, questioned him, and forced him to say "I love you".

But that would only hurt Chang Xiyang.Si Song doesn't want to hurt Chang Xiyang.

Chang Xiyang hesitated, but still led Si Song to a secret corridor.He pressed the switch, and the door opened, and it suddenly became clear.

"It hasn't changed at all, your style." Si Song looked at the blue and white decoration, as if he had returned to the time when Chang Xiyang was still in the heaven.His room is always so clean and bright, just like his people.

"How did you find it?" Chang Xiyang looked at him.

"I miss you." He smiled.

"We haven't seen each other for six years. Have you never thought about me?"

"Of course I will." Chang Xiyang was a little excited, but calmed down quickly. "This is the path I chose, and I have no way out."

"There is no way out? Chang Xiyang?" Si Song's voice was a little colder, and Xi Yang's words easily aroused his dissatisfaction and grievance, ""Heaven" left you a way out from the beginning, even if you resisted He, you said you have no retreat?As long as you let go of Mr. Orange!you……"

"Don't say it! Don't say it about Si Song. Don't say it." Chang Xiyang's voice trembled, and his helplessness made his heart ache.

"You miss me too, don't you?" He waved his hand, pointing to the portrait that appeared on the wall, "Look at me, Ayang. Tell me, you miss me, don't you?"

"No... Si Song, you know, you and Xiaoqian are my best friends." Chang Xiyang tried his best to avoid his sight, trying to break free from his shackles.

"Best friend?" Si Song laughed, "Ayang, I don't consider you a friend."

Si Song pushed him down forcefully, and Chang Xiyang's long black hair was spread softly on the sofa.

"I don't want to be your friend either." With his hands on the man's shoulders, he lowered his body and kissed Xi Yang's bloodless lips fiercely.