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"Si Song?" Is he talking?He heard himself speak.

"Ayang, it's me, I'm here. Are you still in pain? May I carry you back to the house?"

"Okay. Let's go back to the house." He smiled stiffly.

The old fragrance and residual powder are like before, and the human feelings are not as good.

This is just the beginning.

Si Song gradually transformed into another person.Someone he didn't know, a total stranger.It scares him, man.

The man would question him harshly and insult him.Press him roughly against the wall and drink blood mercilessly.

Tied him to the bed for several days, in a dark room, only one person took care of him meticulously, regardless of his resistance to the whip, and repeatedly plunged him into despair and grief.

Every time he went crazy for a while, he would suddenly wake up, apologizing, healing, and crying in a state of bewilderment.

It's just that this crazy time is getting longer and longer, even for several days.Fortunately, he didn't threaten Chang Xiyang's life, nor did he forcefully hug him regardless of Xiyang's will.

Or, he wanted to, but every time before he entered, he would be so stiff that he couldn't control his body, so he had to throw things angrily to offset his anger.

Chang Xiyang knew that it was Si Song's subconscious, restraint.

He also suffered a lot from Mr. Orange, not only psychologically, but also physically.

Mr. Orange only cares about his body, and his frantic demands make him a little resistant to making love now.

But Si Song is gentle, never forcing him, and listening to his wishes.Si Song knew that this was the greatest protection and least harm he could give Chang Xiyang.

This is an attachment engraved in the bones.

Si Song would call his name less and less.He looked at himself with less and less tenderness.

Started with a daze.He would suddenly look at himself and be in a daze for a long time.Until one day, Si Song looked at himself suspiciously, and said, Young Master, who are you?

Did you hear that?

Si Song looked at Chang Xiyang and said, who are you.

He wasn't cranky, he wasn't out of control.

He returned to the appearance of that handsome young man.Gentle as jade.

Shine brightly.

So beautiful.

However, he looked at Chang Xiyang, who was covered in scars, tear-stained, and with a hoarse voice, and said in a gentle voice with concern and doubt, who are you.

Dutou Yangliu Qingqing, branches, branches and leaves are separated from love.

Chang Xiyang laughed, and he said, Young Master, I'm lost.

He's lost, really.

In his endless life, on the tortuous road of love, he finally lost his way.

His lover, let go of his hand.

Si Song's face was gentle, but his eyes were secretly vigilant.This person appeared in his room out of nowhere?Who can go up to this heaven if they want to?

"Why are you here?" Si Song sat on the sofa, looking at this stranger.

This person has long black hair, and many scars on his body, most of which are bruises, as well as strangulation marks on his neck, and unhealed scabs, which seem to be caused by... long-term violence.

"This... I don't know too well, I'm here when I woke up. I don't seem to remember anything. Where is this place? Excuse me, what is the name of the young master?"

There was a touch of bitterness in Chang Xiyang's eyes, which indeed looked like the feelings of a person who lost his memory and was helpless in the face of an unknown situation.

An abused amnesiac.

Si Song frowned, and stepped forward to put his hand on the man's shoulder, "Oh? Is that so? I'm Si Song. I can see that you are covered with injuries. You must have suffered a lot before you lost your memory. It was really hard work." .”

No, I can't feel anything.This is the first time!His senses don't work!He was a little flustered, but it also piqued his interest.

This person is interesting.

As for identity or something, he didn't care.It's just that if someone has malicious intentions, it's not easy to deal with.

"What's your name?"

"sorry, I……"

"Oh, yes, I forgot that you lost your memory. This is my home. It's on Tianjie Island. It's not famous. It's just a piece of real estate of my family. It's very remote here. I think you must have been brought by someone. Here it is." Si Song smiled slightly to comfort the man.

Chang Xiyang nodded, accepting the situation.

But for a person with amnesia, he was a bit too calm.Is it just because of his seemingly calm personality?

He was just an ordinary human being, and Si Song didn't have much pity for human beings, it would be fine to recreate them after death, but it's not in his character to kill for no reason.

But if he's not a human being, but an evil spirit or something... Let's observe first before making another plan.

Seeing that the man had no malicious intentions, Si Song felt a little relieved. He hasn't figured out how to deal with this man yet, but he is not in a hurry now.

This was the first time he had seen a creature immune to his own ability, before, there was only... anyone?It seemed that some name whizzed by, who was he thinking of just now?His head hurt a little, he sat back on the sofa, and then took a closer look at the man.

It looks good.That's the feeling at the first glance, there is no way, good-looking is good-looking, like my ideal type.

In other words, it looks like the perfect representative of your ideal type.Wearing a slightly larger shirt, which looked a bit like his own clothes, his lower body was naked. He sat upright by the bed, and the hem of his clothes cleverly covered the places that shouldn't be exposed.

"Excuse me, can you find me some pants to wear?"

Seeing Si Song sizing up his lower body, Chang Xiyang realized that he was basically naked, and asked in embarrassment.

Si Song raised his hand, and was about to take out a pair of pants with a wave of his hand, when he suddenly remembered that he hadn't revealed his identity as the Creator, so the hand in the air was withdrawn abruptly, and he held it there awkwardly.

"Yeah!" I don't know if he could see his embarrassment, but that person unexpectedly raised his hand and gave him a high five?Ah brother, although you may be kind, but it's even more embarrassing!

"Ah...well, my son, I don't have any new clothes for the time being. My trousers are cleaned. You can put them on first, and you can bear with your underwear. Wearing mine is fine for you." Not very respectful.

I'll take you shopping for some clothes later...stay with me until you plan what's next.

When you recover a bit, I'll take you to the hospital for a physical examination. Don't be afraid, I will protect your safety. "

"Thank you, Mr. Si Song." The man took the jeans, his eyebrows were curved, and he looked very good-looking.

Si Song turned around to avoid embarrassing the people behind him.

"Just call me Si Song, look, you have forgotten your name now, what should I call you." The sound of cloth rubbing came from behind, and Si Song frowned a little distressed.

"Si Song..." The man said his name solemnly, and then he laughed casually, "Si Song, please give me a name, okay?"

"Huh? Uh...can I call you Ayang?"

"A Yang?" The man's tone seemed to be taken aback for a moment, Si Song turned around, and his face regained its natural expression, without any flaws.

"Why is it called Ayang?" The man looked a little curious.

"I don't know either. I just wanted to call you that when I saw you. Maybe, the impression you gave me fits well with this name."

"I like this name very much. Thank you." The corners of Ayang's eyes swayed happily, which seemed to be sincere thanks.

"Well, Ayan."

For some reason, both parties accepted the name very quickly.Si Song felt that when he pronounced these two words, it was so smooth and familiar, as if the person should have been called this name. When he pronounced his name, he had an affection that he couldn't feel.

Ayang also accepted this new name completely, and did not hesitate at all when responding, simply and neatly, did he choose to quickly accept everything in reality to protect himself from the blank memory, or did he have his own will in the dark? Are the two really destined?

God's will, Si Song wanted to laugh a little bit, what a sarcasm.

"Ayang, how do you feel? Do you feel dizzy, headache or other discomfort?" Si Song looked at Ayang's clean eyes, feeling a little unbearable.

"I just feel a little weak, and everything else is fine." What he said was the truth. Being tormented by Si Song these days has greatly exhausted his physical strength. Now he just wants to sleep peacefully and recover. Rejuvenate.

"You really don't seem to be in good physical condition, so get a good night's sleep first. This is my bed, don't dislike me, I haven't cleaned up the guest room yet, let's talk about it later." Si Song looked extremely gentle, The appearance is very reassuring.

If I were a person with amnesia, I would definitely trust him unconditionally.Chang Xiyang thought to himself.Even now, he added in his mind.

"Go to sleep, Ayang." Si Song exited the room, turned off the light, and gently closed the door.

The thick curtains in the room were drawn tightly, with a velvet matte texture, covering the hot sunlight outside. After the lights were turned off, there were still a few weak flickering candles flickering in the room. Two days later, Si Song came suddenly for a little fun.

In the dark room, the soft orange light carried a hint of warmth, making his now cold body feel a little warmer.

With the candlelight flickering, Chang Xiyang took off his clothes, folded them neatly beside the pillow, and got into Si Song's quilt naked, he was really tired.

The smell of Si Song came out from all directions, entangled him, and rushed over enthusiastically.

"Si Song..." Chang Xiyang buried his face in the pillow and called out in a low voice, his voice seemed aggrieved, his thin shoulders trembled.

Chang Xiyang doesn't like to cry, but in the past 100 years, he has cried a lot.

It's really useless.He thought to himself and scolded himself in his heart.

The smell of Si Song reassured him, he calmed down, his brain became dizzy, and he gradually lost consciousness.

Outside the door, Si Song leaned his back against the wall, standing in the shadows with his back against the light, and he didn't know what he was thinking by himself.

As the afternoon approached, Si Song knocked on the door, but there was no response.After waiting for a while, he gently opened the door.

The room is dimly lit, this candle...why is it lit?Si Song narrowed his eyes, unable to remember.

He stood by the bed and watched the man sleep soundly.

Ayang didn't wear any clothes, his bare back was exposed outside the quilt, his hair was scattered on one side, and his beautiful thin butterfly bones were covered with thin flesh. Most of his face was buried in the pillow, breathing steadily and peacefully.

Really, the years are quiet and good.