“…… I'm not lying. Besides, don't we only know each other for a few days? He asked rhetorically.

"Ah, you're right, it's feelings."

"But you didn't take me to heart, I felt it. You don't love me. ”

“…… Okay okay, I'll admit it. I may not love you, or I don't know if I love you. Ah to be more specific, I may not know what love is...... But I bet I'm like your Ayan, really, I like you. Your appearance is very likable, and so is your personality, and we were ...... just now Um, so you see, I like you a lot, and if you need me to be in charge, I'll ...... too."

"Did you find out what you just said about the terrible scumbag theory?" Chang Xiyang interrupted the man who was flustered and trying to figure out the words. He hugged his head and looked at the eyes that didn't dare to look him directly to the right, "Look at me, hey, Si Song, look at me." ”

“…… As if yes, you're right. I don't know what's wrong with myself. But I'm a big scumbag. Si Song looked at Chang Xiyang's eyes, a little frustrated.

"No, you're right. Si Song, I don't think you don't love me, you can't, you won't love me. ”

“…… Ayan, are you really just an ordinary human? ”

"Look at what you said, as if you weren't the same? Are you some strange god? Well? He narrowed his eyes and smiled.

“…… What if I'm really a god? Will you worship me? ”

"Then I must be like you, I am also a god." His tone was firm, which made Si Song's heart tremble for no reason.

It's like, the man just said, I'm standing next to you.

"That's good."

“…… yes, it would be nice. ”

"Ayan, go home. The rain stopped. ”

"Hmm."

Facts have proved that Si Song, a big pig's trotter, is still very fragile. I couldn't be tough just now, and when I got home, I was fluctuating.

Chang Xiyang grabbed the hand of the man who was stumbling when he walked, and sure enough, it was terrifyingly hot.

Not to mention the creator, an ordinary human man would not have a fever because of a little bit of rain, "If you want to have a fever, I should have a fever." Chang Xiyang complained quietly, looking a little dissatisfied and a little distressed.

"I'm sorry for you." Si Song smiled stupidly.

"Sleep." He bowed his head and kissed the man's hot forehead, "I'll cook you some porridge." ”

"Isn't it good to stay with me?"

“…… I'll come and feed you porridge, and then take the medicine, and I'll sleep with you. Well? Good no good? His voice was soft and glutinous, like coaxing a child, looking at Si Song's grievances and nodding, he smiled helplessly.

The face is relaxed, but the heart has already sunk to the bottom.

He didn't pretend, and Si Song wasn't the kind of person who was so naïve that he would pretend to be sick. But...... It's just a light rain. This has nothing to do with the rain, it is the cause of Si Song's own body, and fever is a self-protection mechanism of the body, so Si Song, what are you resisting?

What is it that breaks into your body, persecutes you, and loses the ability to love others?

Chang Xiyang was quietly washing rice in the kitchen.

Si Song burned in the room.

He was in a cold sweat, soaked his clothes, his teeth chattered with cold, he turned over twice and became even more uncomfortable, he kicked off the bed twice like a child, but Ayan didn't come to see him.

"Ayan!" He shouted at the top of his voice, but no one responded.

"Ayan! AyanAyanAyan!! Si Song shouted loudly a few more times in a panic, but Ah Yang still didn't come in, he stood up in a daze, pushed open the door and walked out the door.

The world is shaking, and there is no figure in the empty house.

"Ayan!" Why...... Absence.

Just because he can't perceive Chang Xiyang doesn't mean he can't see his traces through something else. Si Song's body shook twice and slammed into the wall, he tried to stabilize his body and not fall, his palm touching the wall...... Ayan, out of the house?

How did you get out?

This is the Heavenly Realm, where can he go? He doesn't know anything, will he find out that I lied to him?

Si Song was covered in a cold sweat, and a burst of dizziness forced him to slowly slide down against the wall, squatting on the ground, "Ayan......" He closed his eyes and resisted the feeling of vomiting.

It's cold......

Where are you......

Why leave......

"Si Song? How are you here! Chang Xiyang appeared out of thin air and exclaimed.

"Ayan! Ayan! Where have you been! Si Song hurriedly opened his eyes, struggling to stand up and hug the man, but his eyes were black and he was almost unsteady.

Chang Xiyang hurriedly walked over to catch the crumbling man, his clothes were all wrinkled, one button was missing, and some ambiguous marks were faintly revealed on his chest, "...... Ayan? "Si Song ripped open the man's neckline, sure enough!" What are you going to do! Where have you been! This is and whom! Si Song asked, tugging at his collar.

"I didn't go out! This is...... It's left from before, you see, I made you porridge, Si Song, look, porridge. He hurriedly turned around and brought out the porridge, and in the delicate small bowl, the white porridge was covered with a thin layer of shredded meat, and it was steaming hot, which was very beautiful...... If not, the whole bowl of porridge was wrapped in a faint blue spiritual power.

"What are you! You're the Creator too, aren't you? Ayan? Say, you are also the Creator, who have you gone to see? Orange Boy! You're going to sleep with him! And then conjure up a bowl of porridge to perfunctory me is not! Chang Xiyang, you speak! Si Song screamed hysterically, his eyes red with rage, and the hand that grabbed the man sank into the flesh.

"You've found out." Chang Xiyang's innocent and panicked face turned cold, and he pulled away a cold smile, but his eyes were still full of charm, and he was very seductive, "You know who I am, and you also know about my relationship with Orange Gongzi...... What to do? As...... Kill you. He suddenly approached, his smile was strange and almost hideous, and in the pupils of his eyes was Si Song's frightened face.

"Ahh Si Song screamed in pain, and suddenly came to his senses!

…… It's a dream.

"Si Song! What happened to you! The door was slammed open, and Yang panicked in and threw himself on the side of the bed.

"What's the matter, Si Song, are you having a nightmare? Still uncomfortable? He saw the man fragile and sitting on the bed, his face pale, covered in cold sweat, and his body trembling violently, as if he were still in a nightmare.

"Ah...... Yang? Si Song raised his head and looked at him with a somewhat dull gaze, "Ayan? ”

"It's me, I'm here, it's okay, obedient, it's okay, Ayan is with you, isn't it?" He hurriedly hugged the trembling man and whispered.

"Is that you? You are...... Who? Who are you? You're the Creator, aren't you? You're a liar! Si Song's face changed suddenly, he gasped rapidly, his voice became sharp, he ripped off Chang Xiyang's shirt, "Sure enough, you took advantage of my illness to go to bed with others!" And with whom! I know your name! I heard that! I also know the man's name, are you still going to poison me in the porridge! You wicked man! ”

What he forgot outside the small fan (7)

At that time, the orange boy was only in the form of a new man, and he was still a little doll who had just learned to walk.

The snow is long, and the wilderness is white. In winter, where is not covered in silver.

The orange boy "chirped" and fell on the soft snow blanket, which was too embarrassing! This child's body, the orange boy looked at his little short legs angrily, he had to learn to walk quickly, but he couldn't let Xiyang see his embarrassed appearance, he thought like this, but when will he grow up?

The snow fell on the tip of his little nose and melted, and the orange boy wrinkled his nose as if ...... A little cold?

The orange boy has no creative ability, there is no one in this wilderness, he can't steal clothes, and he wants his little doll-like body to hunt for a pair of furs? Impossible. The naked little orange boy rolled in the snow, dejected, and about to fall asleep in a daze.

He slept uncomfortably, and there was something warm to disturb him, and the orange boy was angry, and opened his eyes to sit up to see what was making trouble.

This eye opened...... Ah, Chang Xiyang.

Chang Xiyang looked at the little doll a little worriedly, his face was red from the cold and lying in the snow, and he didn't know if he had fainted, he tried to wake up the little doll, but it annoyed him...... It's really one, a little grumpy.

The orange boy was really stupid, he was seen in such an embarrassed appearance, he couldn't even walk well, he bit his lip, and quietly raised his eyes to see Xiyang's reaction.

Chang Xiyang doesn't like to laugh, he always looks a little alienated, but when he sees this little doll, he feels a little intimate for no reason, he touches the little fluffy head, and his hair rubs his palm softly, "What about your family?" ”

Orange Boy blinked, "I don't have a family. ”

Is this an abandoned child? Chang Xiyang's heart sank. "Are you here all the time?"

Orange nodded, he didn't even know how he got into shape, let alone his family and partners...... Anyway, it's not an important thing, he's always been good alone, and when he was a little orange and a little rabbit, he was also alone, not lonely at all. The little doll bit her lip, as long as she could be by Xiyang's side.

Chang Xiyang took off his coat and wrapped himself around the little doll, "Frozen, right?" "

The orange boy was stunned, and the warmth that suddenly covered him with Chang Xiyang's breath wrapped him full, and the wisps drilled into his heart, he was speechless for a while, his eyes were red, and Chang Xiyang got closer.

Chang Xiyang just thought that the little doll had been wronged, sat down and hugged the little thing on his lap, and let him lie in his arms. Such a big human child has not lived long in this snow, and he has this little one in his arms, I am afraid that it is not a little monster.

The child hugged himself tightly, and Chang Xi raised his eyebrows with some helplessness, "What's your name?" ”

"I'm Little Orange." The orange boy raised his little face, and his eyes were like clean glass.

Little orange, even the name is so pleasing to yourself.

The orange boy looked at his reaction and hung his head a little in frustration, the man... I really don't remember myself.

Later, Xiyang often came to this wilderness, and the two knew each other well, and the little orange always made him remember.

He brought a few clothes to Little Orange, this ice and snow, you can't be naked all the time, right?

The orange boy's small arms were holding those few small clothes, not that he didn't see the traces of the flow of light blue spiritual power on the edge, but this was the first thing that Xiyang gave him! He bit his lip and raised his eyes to look at the man with joy and shyness, "Thank you, Xiyang...... I love the clothes you make. ”

What he said was unintentional, just sincere thanks, Chang Xiyang listened to it but fell into his heart, this dress is just something he has with a wave of his hand, where can he afford such a thank you from Xiao Chengzi?

Chang Xiyang was silent and did not answer.

The next time he came back, he brought clothes with him, the stitches were crooked, and the size was not so suitable.

But Orange Boy has kept it to this day.

Without spiritual power, sewn out with stitches and threads, Chang Xiyang made clothes for himself.