invisible him

He soaked the towel in hot water and wrung it half dry. These things had to be done by himself. If it was conjured by spiritual power, ordinary people would not be able to see it. How could Si Song, the creator, not see the traces of his spiritual power?

"Be obedient, Si Song. Let me wipe your body now, okay, it's all sweat and you will feel uncomfortable."

He wiped the sweat off Si Song's face with the still warm towel, and then moved it down, across his neck, and gently wiped his bare upper body.

"Now, I'm going to cover you with a quilt. You're a little wet, and the cold will make your condition worse, okay?"

With Si Song's approval, he gently pulled the quilt to wrap around the stunned person.

"I'll bring you the porridge. It should be almost cold. Can I feed you some? Don't worry, I'll show you the food first to make sure I haven't poisoned you. Is that all right, Si Song?"

"it is good."

"So good." Chang Xiyang kissed his hot forehead, turned around and wanted to go out.

Suddenly, the clothes were grabbed.When he turned his head, Si Song looked up at him, "I'll wait for you." So don't leave, okay.

"I'll be back super super soon, don't be afraid, okay, be good." Si Song let go of his hand obediently upon hearing this, like a child.

Chang Xiyang rushed out to pick up the just-warm porridge, and rushed in again.

"Look, I'm fast, right? I won't go away. Then I'll take a sip to show you, look, ah—it's delicious. Do you want to eat some too?"

Si Song nodded.

Xi Yang smiled, walked to the bed, and fed the sick child one mouthful at a time.

"Delicious, right?"

"Ah."

"So you now believe that I never left? Huh?"

Si Song looked up, this bowl of porridge did not have traces of spiritual power, and there are not many creators in this world, and the hickey on Ayang's chest was indeed bitten out by him...

I was really stupid in my dream. During the day, Ayang mentioned that he would also be a god like himself. Sure enough, he didn't care about it casually. What was his name in the dream?I can't remember... There is another man, really...

Greed, hatred, ignorance, slow doubt, ups and downs in the sea of ​​suffering, full of five poisons.

"How long have I been asleep?" He spoke hoarsely, slowly.

"More than half an hour? After drinking the porridge, go to sleep for a while, I will accompany you."

"Well, I want to hold you. I don't care."

"Okay, you really look like a child." Chang Xiyang smiled helplessly, put away the clean bowl, "I'll put the bowl in the sink now, and pour you another glass of water, okay?"

"Don't embarrass me anymore...I've come to my senses, Ayang." Si Song buried his face in the quilt in shame, and said sullenly.

Chang Xiyang laughed out loud, and walked out the door, not letting the man see the light blue sheen of medicine dregs at the bottom of the bowl.

There is no medicine at home, and they can't be bought on Tianjie Island. If he conjures out of thin air, Si Song will see the traces, so he can only quietly mix it into the porridge... so tired.

When he returned with the water, Si Song was struggling desperately with his pants.

"I want to go out first, pretend not to see it?" He asked with a smile.

"Don't laugh." Si Song had no strength, his trouser legs were stuck on his ankles and he couldn't pull it off. The more irritable he was, the more he could only pull with brute force. Chang Xiyang came over to help him take off his stubborn pants.

"Okay, let's drink some water. Get a good night's sleep, and the fever may subside when you wake up."

Si Song swallowed water in small mouthfuls, lifted the quilt, and motioned for Chang Xiyang to come in.

Xi Yang obediently took off his clothes and got into bed.

"Ayan, I'm so tired."

"Go to bed if you're tired. I won't go."

"do not go."

"Don't go. Be good."

Si Song hugged the man tightly in his arms, and he buried his head in Ayang's neck without moving.

Soon fell asleep peacefully.Si Song's body temperature was still frighteningly high, hot against Xi Yang's body.

Chang Xiyang hugged the small stove, still very worried about his state.Just now he was in a coma, and after taking the medicine, he still couldn't go back after waking up, so he had to try a suppository...Damn it, he actually started to look forward to it.

It's too bad, myself.He repented in his heart for what he had just thought.

Si Song rubbed against him unconsciously, his fluffy hair made him itchy.His quiet and well-behaved appearance is really fragile and distressing.

You are a weakness, and you are also all the confidence that once supported my life...

So, Si Song, get well soon.

Okay?

When I woke up, it was dusk again.

Seeing Si Song's quiet and gentle sleeping face, Chang Xiyang was a little dazed.

I know... I know what happens when he wakes up.

He will forget me.

one more time……

For no reason, he had such a premonition.

Chang Xiyang reached out and brushed a few mischievous hairs off Si Song's face. He didn't know if he still had the confidence to play the amnesiac again... He almost gave up.

But, Si Song, during the 1000 years you have been waiting for me, and the 130 years I have been in the lower realm, how did you survive these tragic years with little hope and hurt you so much?

He knew that Si Song wouldn't say it.Si Song would only smile softly, kiss him, and tell him, I love you.

Pretend there is no grievance, and put away the expectations you once had.As long as you can wait for you in the end, that's enough.

Then Si Song... this time, I will love you deeply.

Si Song woke up leisurely, but his eyes were blank.

He looked around, in an unfamiliar room, there was a young man sitting beside the bed, looking at him quietly, as if looking forward to it.

This is... want me to say something?

What do you say?I don't think I know the current situation.

"Hi..." he began hoarsely, "Sorry, I think I might have a problem... Can you tell me who I am?"

Chang Xiyang almost laughed, in fact he did.

A kind of unexplained anger and helplessness paved his heart, what is this?

It's not enough to forget him, don't you even remember yourself now?That "day", is this your fun?

What a puzzling joke.

Facing the strange smile that the man suddenly showed, Si Song felt a little flustered, "Hey, are you okay?" The young man's sarcastic and desolate smile made him feel a little distressed unconsciously.

"Si Song, you are Si Song." Chang Xiyang's smile narrowed, and he kept it at a gentle and sweet angle. His beautiful eyes narrowed slightly nicely, with a little bewilderment and youthfulness, " You are... my boyfriend. We are lovers."

He seemed to be extremely shy, lowered his head shyly, but raised his eyes quietly to watch Si Song's reaction.

"Are we... lovers? Sorry, I seem to have forgotten something now."

"No, don't apologize, you're just sick... you'll get better in a few days, Si Song!" The man panicked and quickly comforted him.It really looked worried and distressed.

"It's okay, since we are lovers... so my little cutie, what should I call you?" Si Song looked at that person tenderly.

The young man's face suddenly turned red, "Chang Xiyang, you like to call me Ayang."

This isn't just pretending, Chang Xiyang really blushed, he didn't expect Si Song to call himself hoarsely...

When he heard such a shameful name as Little Cutie, he felt inexplicably moved, as if he was really a human being in love, facing his lover, immersed in the swaying feeling of love.

Really, the sweetness made him a little excited.

"Ayang? What a nice name, so Ayang, can you tell me about my specific situation? Or, between us."

Si Song could see that this person's love for him was about to overflow. He was more like a fan than a lover. Such a person could easily obtain useful information, and he didn't look like a liar. People, Chang Xiyang's eyes, sincerity and a bit of youthful stubbornness.

But myself, although I faintly feel that this person is familiar and at ease, but I don't feel like a lover, is it really a lover?Or... I never loved this person deeply.

Looks like a liar.

It seems that he was not a good person before he lost his memory, he thought.

"Was I a very lonely person before? It seems that I don't have any friends... I don't even have anyone to visit." Si Song lowered his eyes, a little disappointed.

"Nothing, didn't I come to visit you?" Chang Xiyang hastily opened his mouth to refute.