"Si Song?" Is he talking? He heard himself speak.

"Ayan, it's me, I'm here. Are you still in pain? Shall I carry you back to the house? ”

“…… All right. Let's go back to the house. He stiffened, pulling away a laugh.

The old incense residue is like the beginning, and people hate it.

This is just the beginning.

Si Song gradually transformed, another person. Someone he didn't know, a complete stranger. What scared him, people.

The man would question him harshly and insult him. He was brutally pressed against the wall and drank blood without mercy. Tied to his bed, for several days, in a dark room, with only one person taking care of him, and ignoring his resistance to the whip, he fell into despair and grief again and again. Every time he went crazy, he would suddenly wake up, apologize, heal, and weep uneasily. It's just that this madness is getting longer and longer, even days. Fortunately, he did not threaten Chang Xiyang's life, nor did he forcibly hug him regardless of Xiyang's will. Or rather, he wanted to, but every time he entered, he would stiffen as if he couldn't control his body, so he had to throw things off in a rage to offset his anger.

Chang Xiyang knew that it was Si Song's subconscious, restraint.

He has also suffered a lot of injuries from Orange Boy, not only psychologically, but more physically. Orange only cares about his body, and his crazy demands make him a little resistant to making love now. But Si Song is gentle, never forcing him, listening to his wishes. Si Song knew that this was the greatest protection and the least damage he could give Chang Xiyang.

This is the attachment that is carved into the bones.

Si Song would call his name less and less. He looked at his gaze, and the tenderness became less and less. Started with a dazed feeling. He would suddenly look at himself and be in a daze for a long time. Until one day, Si Song looked at himself with a puzzled face, and he said, Childe, are you?

Did you hear that?

Si Song looked at Chang Xiyang and said, Who are you?

He wasn't grumpy, he wasn't out of control.

He regained his appearance as the handsome boy. Warm as jade.

Dazzling glow.

So wonderful.

However, he looked at Chang Xiyang, who was covered with scars, tears, and hoarse voice, and said in a gentle voice with concern and doubt, Who are you.

The willows of the ferry are green, and the branches and leaves are detached.

Chang Xiyang laughed, he said, this son, I'm lost.

He's lost, really.

In his endless life, on the tortuous road of love, he finally was, lost his way.

His lover, let go of his hand.

Si Song's face was gentle, but his eyes were secretly a little vigilant. This person, inexplicably appeared in his room? How can anyone in this heavenly realm come up if they want to?

"Why are you here?" Si Song sat on the couch and looked at the stranger. This man has long black hair, many scars on his body, mostly bruises, and also on his neck, strangulation marks, unhealed scabs, but it looks like ...... Caused by long-term violence.

"This ...... I don't quite know, I'm here when I wake up. I seem to ...... I don't remember anything. Where is this? Excuse me, how is Childe called? Chang Xiyang's eyes were filled with bitterness, and he did look like an amnesiac person feeling helpless in the face of an unknown situation.

An abused amnesiac person.

Si Song frowned, stepped forward and reached out to put his hand on the man's shoulder, "Oh? Is that so? I'm Si Song, I see that you are all injured, and you probably suffered a lot before you lost your memory, it's really hard. ”

No, nothing is perceived. This is the first time! His perception doesn't work anymore! He was a little flustered, but it piqued his interest.

This guy is kind of interesting.

As for the identity or anything, he didn't care. It's just that if someone has malicious intentions, it's not easy to deal with.

"What's your name?"

"I'm sorry, I ......"

"Oh yes, I forgot you had amnesia. This is my home, on the Celestial Island, and it's not famous, it's just a piece of my family's real estate. It's so remote that I think someone brought you here. Si Song smiled slightly, reassuring the man.

Chang Xiyang nodded, accepting the situation.

But for an amnesiac person, he was a little too calm. Is it just because of the seemingly calm personality? It's just an ordinary human being, Si Song doesn't have any pity for creatures like people, and it's good to be recreated after death, but killing for no reason is not his character. But if he's not human, he's an evil spirit or something...... Let's take a look before we make another decision.

Seeing that the man had no malicious intent, Si Song was a little relieved, he hadn't figured out how to place this person yet, but now he wasn't in a hurry. It was the first time he had seen a creature immune to his abilities, and he had only ...... before. Who? It was like some name was whizzing by, who was he just thinking? With a slight pain in his head, he sat back down on the couch and took a closer look at the man.

It looks good. At first glance, I feel like this, there is no way, good-looking is good-looking, like my ideal type, or in other words, it looks like the perfect representative of my ideal type. Wearing a slightly oversized shirt, a bit like his own clothes, his lower body was naked, and he sat upright on the edge of the bed, the hem of which cleverly concealed the places that should not be exposed.

"Excuse me, can you find me a pair of pants to wear?" Seeing that Si Song looked at his lower body, Chang Xiyang realized that he was basically not wearing clothes, and asked a little embarrassedly.

Si Song raised his hand, and was about to wave his hand to take out a pair of pants, suddenly remembering that he had not yet identified himself as the creator, and the hand in the air suddenly closed and lifted there awkwardly.

"Yay!" I don't know if it was because of his embarrassment, but the man unexpectedly raised his hand and high-fived himself? Ah, big brother, although you may be kind, but it's even more embarrassing!

"Ah...... That, this son, I don't have any new clothes here for the time being, my pants are clean, you can put them on first, put up with the underwear first, and I don't have much respect for you when I wear mine. I'll take you to buy some clothes later...... Until you plan what is next, stay on my side. When you recover a little, I will take you to the hospital for a physical examination, you don't have to be afraid, I will protect your safety. ”

"Thank you, Prince Si Song." The man took the jeans, his eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and he was very good-looking.

Si Song turned around to avoid it, not embarrassing the people behind him.

"Just call me Si Song, you see, you have forgotten your name now, what should I call you." The sound of the fabric rubbing came from behind him, and Si Song frowned a little distressedly.

"Si Song," the man read his name a little solemnly, and then laughed a little casually, "Si Song, you can give me a name, okay?" ”

"Huh? Well...... Is it okay to call you Ayan? ”

"Ayan?" The man's tone seemed to be stunned for a moment, Si Song turned around, and his face returned to a natural expression, without a single flaw.

"Why is it called Ayan?" The man looked a little curious.

"I don't know, but I suddenly want to call you that when I see you. Maybe it's because the impression you gave me fits the name. ”

"I love the name. Thank you. The corners of Yang's eyes curled with pleasure, and it looked like a sincere thanksgiving.

"Yes, Jan."

I don't know why, both sides were very quick to accept the name. Si Song felt that when he pronounced these two words, it was so smooth and familiar, as if the person should have called this name, and when he pronounced his name, he carried a deep affection that he couldn't even feel. Ah Yang too, completely accepted the new name, did not hesitate at all when responding, simply and neatly, is it a blank memory to choose to quickly accept everything in reality to protect himself, or is there a providence in the dark, the two really have fate?

Providence, Si Song wants to laugh a little, it's ironic.

"Jan, how are you feeling? Do you feel dizzy, headache or anything like that? Si Song looked at Ah Yang's clean eyes, a little unbearable.

"I just feel a little weak, everything else is fine." What he said was the truth, being tossed by Si Song these days had greatly consumed his physical strength, and now he just wanted to sleep peacefully and recover his spirits.

"You don't seem to be in good shape, so get some sleep. This is my bed, you don't have to dislike it, I haven't cleaned up the guest room yet, I'll talk about it later. "Si Song looks extremely gentle, and his appearance is very reassuring.

If I were an amnesiac person, I would definitely trust him unconditionally. Chang Xiyang thought secretly in his heart. Although it is still now, he added another sentence in his heart.

"Sleep, Jan." Si Song exited the room, turned off the light, and gently closed the door.

The heavy curtains in the room were tightly drawn, with a velvet matte texture, blocking the warm sunlight outside, and after the lights were turned off, there were still a few faint flickering candles in the room, which was a little fun that Si Song suddenly came to two days ago. In the dim room, the soft orange light carried a hint of warmth, making his now cold body feel a little warmer.

The candlelight flickered, Chang Xiyang took off his clothes, folded them neatly on the pillow, and got into Si Song's quilt naked, he was really tired. The smell of Si Song came out from all directions, and the wisps came out, wrapped around him, and came enthusiastically.

"Si Song......" Chang Xiyang buried his face in the pillow and screamed in a low voice, his voice seemed to be a little aggrieved, and his thin shoulders trembled.

Chang Xiyang doesn't like to cry, but in the past hundred years, he has cried a lot at all.

It's really useless. He thought to himself, and scolded himself in his heart.

The smell of Si Song reassured him, and he calmed down, his brain became groggy and he gradually lost consciousness.

Outside the door, Si Song had his back against the wall, he had his back to the light, standing in the shadows, a man who didn't know what he was thinking.

As the time drew into the afternoon, Si Song knocked on the door, but there was no response. After waiting for a while, he gently pushed the door open. The light in the room is dim, and this candle ...... Why do you need to light candles? Si Song narrowed his eyes, a little unable to remember.

He stood on the edge of the bed and watched the man sleep soundly.

Ayan was undressed, his bare back was exposed under the quilt, his hair was scattered to the side, his beautiful thin butterfly bones were covered with thin flesh, his face was mostly buried in the pillow, and his breathing was calm and calm.

Really, the years are quiet.