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

Mu Shaoai actually prefers spicy food, but because his stomach is not good, every time he eats a little spicy food, his stomach can't stand it. After Qi Fengyu noticed this, he rarely let him touch spicy food.

Of course, in order to calm the sweetheart who is still throwing a temper, this strict rule can still be violated occasionally.

Qi Fengyu was busy in the kitchen. Seeing that the ingredients needed to be marinated for a while, he didn't want to wait in the kitchen, so he went back to the room.

Mu Shaoai was very curious about Qi Fengyu cooking in person. He endured it in the room for a while, but he couldn't resist the temptation of curiosity. He put the previous annoyance behind him, and planned to run downstairs to watch "Xianhui" Qi Fengyu.

——By the way, take another photo, punch a card, and send it to my mother.

He entered the kitchen with high spirits, but he couldn't see the person who was supposed to be busy in the kitchen, only the neatly arranged pots, pans and bowls were displayed on the counter.

The chopped diced chicken is marinated in a pot, next to it is fried chili, all the seeds have been carefully removed, the fungus is soaked in water, the green bamboo shoots are finely chopped, the length, width and thickness are almost the same, there is a kind of A sense of law that makes obsessive-compulsive disorder physically and mentally comfortable.

Good knife work.

The scene in front of him was ordinary, but it carried a kind of simple fireworks, which made Mu Shaoai's heart swell for no reason.

For a long time, Mu Shaoai has never been dissatisfied with the apartment he personally selected, but occasionally for a second or two, he would feel that this house is really too cold in space, and it belongs to him alone, but Couldn't be his home.

But now, it has become like a "home".

His heart was full, and Mu Shaoai suddenly wanted to see Qi Fengyu very much.

He hurried upstairs, wanting to say something to Qi Fengyu, but when he stood at the door of the room, he became shy again.

The fist tightened and then loosened, and finally landed lightly on the door. Mu Shaoai stood there in embarrassment, feeling like a high school student who ran up on impulse just now.

Stupid as hell.

But it really made him feel that after seven years, he finally experienced the beauty of being alive again.

Mu Shaoai blushed and stood at the door, his clenched hand finally failed to knock down.

Unexpectedly, the door of the second bedroom was not closed properly, and as soon as the back of her finger was pressed against the door, the door was pushed open.

The door slid open silently, Qi Fengyu was sitting cross-legged on the bed, holding a book, reading without distraction, his inorganic eyes fell into the afternoon light, his white fingertips walked on the pages of the book, and from time to time It will light up for a moment because of the content in the book.

His facial features are still exquisite like a dummy, but they no longer make Mu Shaoai feel distant.

Before he realized it, the corners of Mu Shaoai's lips had already raised a gentle arc.

He leaned against the door, admiring the scene in front of him, and his mind was filled with some boring but interesting thoughts.

When will Qi Fengyu notice his appearance?

Because there was no sound when the door was pushed open, after ten minutes or so, Qi Fengyu was distracted from the book, only to find that Mu Shaoai got out of the master bedroom at some point, and was standing at the door looking at him daze.

Seeing him notice her, the smile on Mu Shaoai's lips deepened.

He leaned against the door with folded arms, looked at Qi Fengyu leisurely, and asked, "Didn't you say you want to cook for me? Why did you come upstairs?"

Qi Fengyu glanced at him, his eyes darkened.

He subconsciously squeezed the page in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and finally closed the book, letting Mu Shaoai see what he was reading, "It will take half an hour for the chicken to be marinated, don't worry. You have time Want to chat? About your illness."

What he held in his arms was the book Mu Shaoai found for him last time to heal mental trauma. The familiar dark red cover evoked Mu Shaoai's memories in a second.

At the same time, I also recalled the pain when I was holding a book and looking for a way to escape.

Mu Shaoai's face lost all color in an instant, and Qi Fengyu's probing gaze made him want to run away.

He subconsciously turned his head to avoid Qi Fengyu's gaze, and changed the subject dryly: "I don't have much time... When are you going to go down to cook? I'm hungry."

Qi Fengyu didn't intend to avoid talking about Mu Shaoai's condition all the time, especially after Mu Shaoai took him to see Yu Wanwan and sent out so many signals.He didn't want to bring up this matter before because he was afraid that Mu Shaoai wasn't mentally prepared, but Mu Shaoai's evasive behavior now made Qi Fengyu feel the need to push him.

He held up the professional book with a dark red cover, and shook it at Mu Shaoai: "I have read this book several times carefully, and avoiding it will not help your illness."

A flash of fear and avoidance flashed across Mu Shaoai's face, he pursed his lips and continued to pretend to be deaf and dumb.

It seems that as long as he doesn't look or ask, Qi Fengyu can let him go.

"Shao Ai," Qi Fengyu called him disapprovingly, "Don't avoid my question."

Mu Shaoai was fixed in place by his gaze, and he couldn't escape if he wanted to, kicking one foot anxiously on the floor.

He wanted to communicate with Qi Fengyu calmly, but the moment he opened his mouth, piercing words came out of his mouth regardless of his will: "...Then what will help my condition? Like you are doing now, relying on My feelings for you compel me—”

Halfway through the speech, he realized something was wrong, shut his mouth abruptly, and clenched his teeth, for fear that he would blurt out any more outrageous words.

Mu Shaoai felt powerless and depressed.

……Failed.

Obviously he was ready to tell Qi Fengyu everything, but when the moment came, he still failed.

Qi Fengyu saw his self-blame, and felt a little distressed, but speaking of this, no one can continue to escape.

He persuaded patiently: "Shao Ai, it's okay, I know you didn't mean it. If you're ready, we can talk."

But the more patient Qi Fengyu was, the more uncomfortable Mu Shaoai felt.

"I'm sorry..." He covered his face weakly, trying to suppress the attacking impulse rising from the bottom of his heart with reason, "...I didn't think of this, it's just an instinct—"

He stopped talking halfway through the explanation.

No matter what the reason was, he was indeed trying to drive away Qi Fengyu in a hurtful way, just because he didn't want Qi Fengyu to see his embarrassing side.

...but in the end it seemed to make me even more embarrassed.

Mu Shaoai doesn't like himself who is out of control like this.

This is the last state he needs.

Mu Shaoai took a deep breath, tried to calm down the uneasiness and restlessness in his heart, and tried his best to control himself not to run away.

Qi Fengyu seemed to have seen his urge to run away, fearing that he would run back to the room again to hide from others, so he walked barefoot to the door.

Before Mu Shaoai could react, he had already stepped on Mu Shaoai's instep with one foot, warning: "Don't think about running away."

Mu Shaoai: "..."

Because of this sudden movement, his chaotic emotions were suddenly interrupted, and his face was blank.

"What you just did was just an instinctive reflex. You didn't want to hurt me, you were just afraid—" Qi Fengyu held Mu Shaoai's hand, and while comforting him, dragged him to the bed with undeniable strength. As he walked, "—afraid that I can't understand you, afraid that I think you are sick, and afraid that I will want to leave you."

"..." Mu Shaoai was speechless.

The reason why he took Qi Fengyu to see Josnian and Yu Wanwan was because he hoped that Qi Fengyu could understand himself a little better, and... after knowing what he really was like, would he still accept and tolerate him?

But when Qi Fengyu really knew about his past and wanted to clear up the crux of his depression, he wanted to run away in despair.

He was not sure at the beginning whether Qi Fengyu could bear all that, whether he could tolerate him like this, whether one day he would suddenly feel that his pain was more like moaning without a disease and choose to leave...

If there really will be a day like that, it's better not to let him know so much in the first place.

The more Mu Shaoai thought about it, the more extreme he became, his expression was gloomy, and he didn't even notice when Qi Fengyu sat on the bed with him.

Just by looking at his expression, Qi Fengyu knew that he had fallen into normal self-loathing again. This is also a link that he will inevitably enter as he deepens his understanding of Mu Shaoai - all alienation and resistance have their own deep-seated reasons, and change necessarily brings greater fear.

When he stood up, Qi Fengyu's fingers brushed Mu Shaoai's cheek affectionately, Mu Shaoai couldn't control his subconscious avoidance, and his face became darker.

Qi Fengyu saw his expression clearly, sighed helplessly from the bottom of his heart, turned back and pinched his earlobe with the hand he pulled away, "Stop thinking about it, I'm not angry, and I won't hate you because of it."

Liar, Mu Shaoai thought.

He knew how annoying he was, but he just couldn't control it.

It was because he didn't want anyone to face himself like this that he kept such a distance from everyone.

Mu Shaoai stared down at his fingertips, completely ignoring Qi Fengyu's words.

Qi Fengyu guessed his thoughts just by looking at his face.

He thought for a while, then knelt down on the ground with one knee, raised his head to look at Mu Shaoai's face.

"Shao Ai, if you look into my eyes, it will tell you that I am not perfunctory..."

"...I know." Mu Shaoai whispered, instead of looking at him, he fixed his eyes on his fingertips more and more, resisting Qi Fengyu's comfort.

The better Qi Fengyu treats him, the more he will deepen his self-loathing and make him more afraid... the moment when he loses him.

That kind of fear even made him want to completely close himself up.

If you don't get it, you won't lose it.

It's not that deep, so it won't hurt so much when you pull away.

Reason told Mu Shaoai that he shouldn't let his emotions slide into the abyss of negative thoughts, such thoughts are unfair to Qi Fengyu.

But rationality belongs to rationality. If he can maintain his rationality all the time, he will not get sick.

Mu Shaoai closed his eyes, tried hard to control the trembling in his voice, regained a little self-control, and persuaded: "Don't worry about me, let me calm down for a while, I'll be fine after a while...you go to work first .”

He pushed Qi Fengyu's shoulder, and before he could withdraw his hand, Qi Fengyu held it in his hand.

Qi Fengyu's palm was very hot, which made Mu Shaoai shiver, and instinctively wanted to pull away, but was clenched even harder.

This kind of Mu Shaoai made Qi Fengyu feel distressed, and reminded him of his sins more and more.

It was his departure that caused all this.

Qi Fengyu took Mu Shaoai's hand and pulled it to his mouth, his soft lips fell on Mu Shaoai's cold fingertips, and kissed her fingers one by one.

There was no sex in his movements, but the sound of kisses echoing in the room added a bit of charm.