"What are you talking about! What are you talking about? Aren't these traces left by yourself in the gazebo just now? How could I poison you, Si Song, did you have a nightmare? You see, the dream has woken up, right, look at me, I'm Ah Yang, I made porridge for you, I'll drink it to you if you're afraid of poison, okay, you calm down first. Your clothes are soaked, I'll help you take off your clothes first, wipe your body, and then bring the porridge in, okay? Well? ”

Si Song's emotions calmed down, and he lowered his head and did not react. Seeing this acquiescence, Chang Xiyang sighed, he unbuttoned Si Song's clothes, and took off his sweat-soaked shirt, Si Song's body was much stronger than him, his muscles were perfect and beautiful, and there were small red marks left by himself during the day on his broad chest. But he didn't have the heart to appreciate the work of art now, and Si Song was in a terrible state. He folded his clothes twice at random, "I'll go get you a towel, wait for me later, okay?" Si Song nodded slowly.

He soaked a towel in hot water and wrung it half-dry, these things have to be done by himself, if he relies on spiritual power to conjure, ordinary people can't see it, how can Si Song, as the creator, not see the traces of his spiritual power?

"Obedient, Si Song. I'm going to wipe your body now, it's all sweat, and you'll be uncomfortable. He wiped the sweat from Si Song's face with a still hot towel, and then went 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 getting cold will aggravate your condition, okay? With Si Song's approval, he gently pulled the quilt over again, wrapping the somewhat dumbfounded person.

"I'll go and bring you the porridge, it should be almost cold, can I feed you a little?" Don't worry, I'll eat it for you first to make sure I'm not poisoned. Is that possible? Si Song? ”

“…… Good. ”

"That's good." Chang Xiyang kissed his hot forehead and turned around to go out.

Suddenly, the clothes were pulled. He turned around, and Si Song looked up at him, "...... I'll wait for you. "So you don't go, okay.

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

Chang Xiyang rushed out of the door and picked up the warm porridge and rushed in again.

"Look, I'm fast, right? I'm not going to leave. Then I'll take a sip and show you, look, ah—it's delicious. Would you like to eat some too? ”

Si Song nodded.

Xiyang smiled, walked to the bedside, and fed the sick child one bite at a time.

"Delicious, right?"

"Hmm."

"So you believe I didn't leave now, do you? Well? ”

Si Song raised his head, this bowl of porridge did not have any traces of spiritual power, and there were not many creators in this world, and the kiss marks on Ah Yang's chest were indeed bitten out by him...... I'm really stupid in my dreams, and during the day Ayan mentioned that he would be a god like himself, and he really cares a little inadvertently, what is his name in the dream? Can't remember...... There's another man, really......

Greed, hatred, ignorance, slow suspicion, ups and downs and bitter seas, all five poisons.

"How long did I sleep?" His voice was hoarse, and he spoke slowly.

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

"Well, I'm going to hold you. I don't care. ”

"Well, you're really like a child." Chang Xiyang smiled helplessly, put away the bowl that he ate clean, "I'll go put the bowl in the sink now and pour you another glass of water, okay?" ”

"Don't be ashamed of me anymore...... I've come to my senses, Jan. Si Song buried his face in the quilt in shame and spoke sullenly.

Chang Xiyang laughed out loud and walked out the door, not letting the man see the dregs of medicine shining with a light blue luster at the bottom of the bowl. There is no medicine at home, and there is no way to buy it on the Heavenly Island, if he conjures it out of thin air, Si Song will see the traces, and he can only quietly mix it into the porridge,...... I'm so tired.

When he went back with the water, Si Song was desperately wrestling with his pants.

“…… Shall I go out first and pretend not to see it? He asked, smiling.

"Don't laugh." Si Song had no strength, his trouser leg was stuck on his ankle and couldn't be dragged down, the more irritable he was, the more he had to pull hard, Chang Xiyang came over to help him take off his tenacious pants. "Alright, let's drink some water. Get a good night's sleep, and the fever may go away when you wake up. ”

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

Siyan obediently stripped off his clothes and got into the bed.

"Ayan, I'm so tired."

"If you're tired, go to sleep. I'm not going. ”

"Don't go."

"Don't go. Shrewd. ”

Si Song held the man tightly in his arms, and he buried his head in the socket of Ayan's neck, and did not move. Soon he fell asleep peacefully. Si Song's body temperature was still frighteningly high, and it was hot against Xiyang's body.

Chang Xiyang was holding the small stove, still very worried about his state. I was burned and confused just now, and after taking medicine, I still couldn't go back when I woke up, so I had to try plugging suppositories...... Damn, he was starting to look forward to it.

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

Si Song rubbed him unconsciously, and his shaggy hair made him itch a little. His quiet and well-behaved appearance is really fragile and distressing.

You are the weakness, and you are all the confidence that has supported my life......

So, Si Song, get well.

Okay?

When I woke up, it was dusk again.

Chang Xiyang was a little stunned when he saw Si Song's quiet and gentle sleeping face.

I know...... I know what will happen when he wakes up.

He will forget me.

Again.

For no reason, he had such a premonition.

Chang Xiyang stretched out his hand and brushed away a few naughty hairs on 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, in the more than a thousand years that you have waited for me, in the hundred and thirty years that I have been in the lower realm, how have you survived these miserable years of little hope and hurt you to the extreme?

He knew that Si Song would not say it. Si Song would only smile softly, kiss him, and tell him, I love you. Pretend that there is no grievance and put away the expectations you once had. As long as it can wait for you in the end, it's enough.

So 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, and there was a young man sitting next to the bed, looking at him quietly, as if he was looking forward to it.

This is...... Want me to say something?

What to say? I don't think I'm aware of the current situation.

"Hi," he said hoarsely, "sorry, I think I might have a problem...... Can you tell me who I am? ”

Chang Xiyang almost burst out laughing, and in fact he did.

An unprovoked anger and helplessness spread over his heart, what is this? It's not enough to forget about him, don't you even remember yourself now? Is that 'heaven' your pleasure?

It's a baffling, incomprehensible bad taste.

Facing the strange smile that the man suddenly revealed, Si Song felt a little panicked, "Hey, are you okay?" The young man smiled sarcastically and desolately, and he unconsciously felt a little distressed.

What he forgot outside the small fan (8)

Chang Xiyang's life is so long, he is used to waiting, used to being in a daze, a day is just a moment in his billions of years, but sometimes, a day is so long, he has to count minute by minute, like a child, waiting for today to pass and come again tomorrow.

He was very familiar with the little orange, and the child was really a little monster, and he didn't know when he became formed, with the sky as his father and the earth as his mother, and he survived in the mountains.

He didn't think anything of it, but Orange was already a five or six-year-old child, and a few years had passed.

He usually doesn't talk much, but he has no restraint next to Little Orange, and he usually goes to Little Orange to say what he doesn't know who to say.

"Little Orange, let me tell you, Si Song is stupid, he ...... today" "Si Song brought me a small flower ...... today" "Si Song he ......" Of course the orange boy knows who Si Song is, he has been by that person's side for so long, and he also knows Si Song, a big pig's trotter turned to ashes.

In the past, in order to please Xiyang, he was willing to listen to Chang Xiyang's three sentences without leaving Si Song's chatter, but it has been several years, and every day it is still Si Song Si Song, and the little orange is annoyed, "If you mention Si Song again, I won't play with you!"

Chang Xiyang was stunned for a moment, this half-sized little bean was now looking at himself angrily, he couldn't help laughing, his eyebrows and eyes stretched, like the beginning of spring, the ice and snow melted, and the warm spring breeze blew.

The orange boy didn't speak, he thought, please let time stop at this moment, Chang Xiyang, he smiled because of him.

"You and Si Song are not different at all, Si Song is ...... him."

"......" The little orange put away her delusions, got angry, and turned her back to ignore the man.

Chang Xiyang was a little helpless, it was the first time he encountered a child who was angry, what should he do? Want to go up and coax? Say something? Will you be beaten if you hug it? Ah, he's a bit of a piece of wood, he's a little lost.

The other half, the little orange sat there angrily, but her eyes kept glancing back, why didn't she come to coax me? Ah, Siyan is a fool! The dumbest!

The stupidest fool Chang Xiyang, who was silent for a long time, had an idea.

Little Orange was extremely disappointed, and that person didn't care about himself at all! I don't like him at all...... He bit his lip, blinked aggrievedly, sniffed, and felt like he was going to cry. Suddenly, an orange rolled beside me, round and round, fresh and sweet.

He subconsciously picked up the oranges, looked back, more than a dozen oranges connected in a line, stretched into the distance, Chang Xiyang stood carefully behind the trunk of the tree, looking at this side.

Do ...... "look like a fool?"

He pursed his lips, reluctantly picked up the oranges and walked along the line towards Chang Xiyang, in fact, his heart was already happy. He had a small hand, picked up one of the oranges, fell out of his arms, and finally barely carried three or four oranges to the man's eyes, and he had to pretend to be surprised...... Ah, so silly, so happy.

Chang Xiyang hid behind the tree, watching the little short leg move towards him little by little, he nodded, this trick really worked.

Little Orange inside: "Oh. ”

Last time, Chang Xiyang was annoyed by Si Song, and he turned his back without saying a word, ignoring the person.

Then an orange rolled over, and a gleam flashed in his eyes, and he quickly picked up the orange, turned around, and along the way, his clothes were full of oranges, and his eyes were bent a little with joy, but he suddenly crashed into Si Song's arms.

The orange rolled to the ground, and he was held in the man's arms, revealing only the tips of his two reddened ears.