After losing his memory, he was chased by his green tea ex-boyfriend

"Some time ago... I took care of a patient."

The corners of Mu Shaoai's lips curved upwards in an extremely gentle arc, his almond eyes were half-drooped, dotted with a little light in the living room, and even the slightly curved arc at the end of his eyes revealed a lingering warmth.

Qi Fengyu never thought that a person's smile could convey such complex emotions.

The delicately contoured face was originally gentle, but at this time it was soaked with mellow nostalgia that could span time, even the shadow cast by the tall nasal bones became soft, and the sharp lips raised a very slight arc, similar to The buddha's soft smile, paired with those amber eyes filled with galaxies, makes people feel a sense of almost divine compassion.

Without words, anyone could read his emotions from that face, realize that the person he missed must have left a strong mark in his life.

...Who are you thinking about?

Qi Fengyu clenched his teeth and used almost all of his body's strength to swallow the pressing question that rolled down his throat.

He didn't need to ask this question to guess the answer.

But he never thought that Mu Shaoai's feelings for another person could cause him such deep harm, making every bone in his body clamoring to get out of control, to dominate his hands, to shake that person's body. Shoulder, questioning out loud——

what about me?

Have you ever missed me like this?

Qi Fengyu clenched his fists tightly, so hard that his back trembled slightly.

He wanted to bite those soft lips so that he could never say such painful words again, and he also wanted to kiss those compassionate and holy eyes so that no reflection of others could be contained in those eyes.

He wanted Mu Shaoai to look at him.

Just look at him.

"So——" Qi Fengyu's voice was dry and hoarse than expected, but his gaze was firmly fixed on Mu Shaoai's body like a nail, not allowing this person to continue to be trapped in the past that he could not step on, "What happened after that?" ...?"

Mu Shaoai shuddered all over, and was abruptly pulled out of the memories covered by a soft light filter.

He subconsciously stroked the knuckles of his index finger with his thumb, and murmured distractedly: "She is terminally ill. When I met her, she was already heading towards an irresistible death. Not long after that, she really left. out of this world.”

It was Yu Wanwan who made Mu Shaoai realize that it is so easy for a person to leave someone else's life, but the imprint left by one person on another person's life is so dull and stubborn.

It was Yu Wanwan who reshaped Mu Shaoai's cognition, even if he no longer had love for her, he would still miss and be grateful to her forever.

...but that's all.

Mu Shaoai's eyelashes lifted slightly, catching the only point of focus in his field of vision like a spider's web.

He saw Qi Fengyu's arm muscles tightened, and the light blue blood vessels were beating gently, exhaling the breath of life.

As a result, his eyes that had nowhere to fall stabilized, and the corners of his lips lifted slightly.

It is always the present that matters, not the past.

Qi Fengyu couldn't see him continuing to show that expression on his face. The unreasonable irritability urged him to let those gentle almond eyes fall on him again at all costs.

He shook the original book with a crimson cover in his hand towards Mu Shaoai to attract his attention, "Speaking of which, I'm about to finish reading this book, I didn't see the next volume on the bookshelf in your office, and I didn't see it at home. I couldn’t find it, so I bought this as a set, right? Where did you put the second volume?”

The crimson original document flickered in the corner of his eyes, teasing Mu Shaoai's sensitive nerves.

His temples were throbbing, and he deliberately snatched the book and confiscated it, but he couldn't think of a reasonable excuse to explain his abnormal behavior to Qi Fengyu.

Why did Qi Fengyu pay attention to this book...?

Mu Shaoai felt very tired.

Qi Fengyu saw the entanglement on his face, he couldn't care less about who to miss, he was satisfied, and asked again as if urging: "Mr. Mu, is this question difficult to answer?"

"No..." Mu Shaoai stammered, opened a pair of bright eyes and looked at Qi Fengyu with little expectation, hoping that he could see his own reluctance, and stop clinging to this book any longer.

However, Qi Fengyu pretended to be stupid this time, and looked at him without flinching, his brows went from flat to slightly furrowed, as if he didn't understand what was so difficult to answer...

In the end, Mu Shaoai had no choice but to bow his head.

His shoulders relaxed dejectedly, he raised his hand and rubbed his temples, avoiding Qi Fengyu's gaze, and replied: "I have a big bookshelf in my bedroom, the next volume is placed there."

--bedroom.

Qi Fengyu blinked, his heart suddenly briskly hit his ribs, and his curiosity swelled at an unimaginable speed.

Mu Shaoai, bedroom.

The combination of these two words suddenly possessed a certain irresistible magic power.

Qi Fengyu originally mentioned that book just to divert Mu Shaoai's attention, but now...

He pretended to be a bit embarrassed, with a gleam of hope in his dark eyes, and a simple desire on his face, he begged: "Can I go up with you to get that book? I promise I will return it to you after reading it, and I will never scribble on it.”

As if to express his sincerity, he pursed his lips and added: "Please!"

It looks very sincere, so sincere that you almost put your hands together.

Mu Shaoai's lips twitched, and the words of rejection were clogged in his throat. He opened and closed for a long time, but he couldn't utter a single word of rejection.

Once he had a pair of inorganic pupils implying pleas, he was completely dumb.

This picture is really similar, as if it happened before...

Mu Shaoai found desperately that even if the old things happened again, he still couldn't refuse Qi Fengyu.

He struggled again and again, and finally replied with a struggling face: "...Okay."

After finishing speaking, his brows and eyes were twisted together in pain immediately, with a speechless expression on his face, as if he couldn't believe that he had compromised so easily.

Qi Fengyu held back his smile, his heart softened, but he was hardened in his actions to take advantage of the victory: "Then let's go upstairs to get it now?"

"...Okay." Mu Shaoai bit his lip, feeling weak.

His ending was unconsciously drawn out, and he sounded aggrieved, like a little hamster who had been forced into a corner and had no way out, wishing to ball himself up and completely disappear from the sight of the bad guys.

However, the bad guys believe that great efforts can perform miracles.

Qi Fengyu urged again, "Let's go."

"..." Mu Shaoai glanced at him sadly, as if he had to go to the execution ground, he dragged his heavy steps towards the stairs.

He was full of anxiety about whether Qi Fengyu would find anything through that book. It wasn't until the moment he stood at the door of the bedroom and turned off the doorknob that Mu Shaoai suddenly realized that his most private space was about to be completely presented in front of Qi Fengyu...

And this space has never welcomed a second person other than the owner.

The moment he pushed the door open, Mu Shaoai fell into thought.

In the end what happened?Why did the rules he set that are effective for everyone completely fail when he faces Qi Fengyu, and why does his bottom line that no one can trample on, let Qi Fengyu stand on it without any resistance? The Dapeng spread its wings again and again...

Maybe it was because the movement was a little slow, the man behind him walked up and looked up with worried eyes, "What's the matter? Are you uncomfortable? Stomach?"

As he spoke, his eyes fell on Mu Shaoai's lower abdomen, and he seemed to be hesitating whether to reach out and press it.

The place where Mu Shaoai was swept by his gaze started to feel hot again, and his Adam's apple couldn't help grunting.

——Bottom line... don't worry about it.

It's easy for people to wander in the middle of the night, and the place Qi Fengyu stared at is so sensitive, Mu Shao'ao had to cough lightly, pointed to the French window with his chin, and reminded Qi Fengyu and his purpose of going upstairs: "There are chairs over there. Sit down for a while, and I'll find that book for you."

Qi Fengyu didn't dare to reveal his wolfish ambitions, he nodded obediently, sat on the chair according to his instructions, and looked at this bedroom that he had dreamed about many times.

—he was going to add some more realistic details to his dream.

The decoration of the master bedroom is consistent with the second bedroom as a whole, with a simple Nordic style. The only difference is the king-size luxurious bed, which is covered with pure black silk bedding. The master is lying on it.

Looking along the head of the bed, the huge floor-to-ceiling windows can overlook the night view of the city. There is a small solid wood round table in front of the window. There is only one chair on one side of the table. It is obvious that the owner does not intend to invite people other than himself to come in and sit. sit.

There is a set of fabric sofas in the corner, but the candy color reveals a kind of disharmony that is incompatible with the whole bedroom. I don't know why Mu Shaoai didn't remove this set of sofas.

Except for a few simple pieces of furniture, all the decorations maintain the obsessive-compulsive order, especially the huge floor-to-ceiling bookshelf that occupies the entire wall, and all the books on it are arranged in a specific order ——First sort them by the same color, and then line them up neatly in order from high to low.

Simply obsessive-compulsive disorder gospel.

Just looking at it feels a kind of smoothness of physical and mental pleasure.

Qi Fengyu thought of the sentences in the books about the sense of control, and made some guesses about Mu Shaoai's unique and weird hobby.

His sight that swept across the bookshelf suddenly stopped, and was caught by a corner of the bookshelf.

Several books of different colors are placed in the same grid, not arranged in order of height, but stacked in a staggered manner, which is particularly conspicuous on this bookshelf that engraves rules into every inch.

Qi Fengyu saw it at a glance.

Those books... were given to Mu Shaoai when he was in his third year of high school.

At the moment when the doubt was confirmed, the numbness that rose from the soles of his feet spread all over his body, and the strong emotion surging in Qi Fengyu's heart made his vision almost blurred.

Seven years have passed, but the order of the books is still exactly the same as when he gave it to Mu Shaoai.

It made people wonder from the bottom of their hearts, the owner of the book...why did he do this?

Qi Fengyu stood up under the control of some huge and irresistible force, walked quickly to the bookshelf, took out one of them, and flipped through it.

The book has been read very old, the cover has left deep creases, and the pages are slightly yellowed.

Every book in this corner of the bookshelf is in a similar state - obviously it has been read countless times, but it still rigidly maintains its original state.

With an indescribable ambivalence, Qi Fengyu quickly flipped through all the books.

There is an exercise book for the third year of senior high school. There is no trace of writing on the inside page, but it still shows a similar appearance...

The exercise book that has never been done has been read countless times.

Qi Fengyu began to feel a tearing pain, and the faded youth in his memory came alive again.

——The boy who spent the third year of high school with him is not a person who likes to learn. He can almost imagine what kind of shy and cute smirk the boy had when he read these books over and over again.

It's just because this exercise book...is given by him.

But he didn't understand, if he cared so much before, why did he leave so quickly, without even saying goodbye?

Qi Fengyu felt his heart sinking, and the feeling of tearing through his soul made him want to roar in pain, wanting to throw these books on Mu Shaoai, and force him to ask him why.

He wanted him to cry, to kneel at his feet and repent.

It's like he never imagined that Mu Shaoai would kiss his fingers lightly, and piously promise not to leave again.

It was like he had never longed for a scene like that.

never.

The author has something to say:

Qi Fengyu (with gloomy face): I don't love you.But it can lock you up so you can't escape.

Mu Shaoai (horrified): ...