Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

Sitting at the dining table, Bai Jianan looked down at his own bowl, then looked across at He Wei's bowl.

It’s the same noodles, but why is the amount of ham sausage so different?

"Did you divide it like this on purpose?"

He Wei laughed softly: "Why, you want both?"

"No." Bai Ji'an held the chopsticks, "I just feel like you take good care of me."

She was afraid that he and Wang Xingyi would go home, so she hugged him and looked reluctant to let him go.

Every word I said to him was not only spoken softly, but also in a negotiating tone.

Cook noodles for him.

He cut a tail for himself from a whole sausage.

"Because you are my wife."

Bai Ji'an looked up in astonishment: "What?"

"Ventus said that you only have memories before the age of fifteen. What a coincidence that we didn't know each other until we were sixteen."

"Wait." Bai Ji'an put down his chopsticks, "You said we are a couple?"

"Replacement guaranteed."

He Wei couldn't help but feel nervous when he saw Bai Jian'an's expression of disbelief.

When he was in the first year of high school, Bai Ji'an did fall in love with him at first sight.

But this time is different from that time. His appearance, figure and temperament have changed to varying degrees.

He was worried that the fifteen-year-old Bai Jianan would look down on the twenty-nine-year-old He Wei.

"that."

Bai Ji'an spoke, and He Wei immediately said, "You go ahead."

Bai Ji'an looked down at the steaming hot sour noodle soup and said, "You said we met when we were sixteen, so how old should I be this year?"

"You and I are the same age. In normal years, you are 5 months and 9 days older than me."

"Twenty-nine?"

"Yes."

"So we've been together since we were sixteen? Thirteen whole years?"

He Wei's eyes darkened and he murmured, "It would be nice if it really lasted thirteen years."

"no?"

He shook his head: "December 12th of this year will be our one-year anniversary together."

"One year anniversary?" Bai Ji'an muttered strangely, "How come it's not even a year yet."

Logically speaking, seeing a top-notch person like He Wei, shouldn't he rush straight for him?

Could it be that boys change a lot when they grow up, and he was ugly when he was sixteen?

He Wei thought it was difficult to explain why it took them twelve years to finally come to a mutual understanding. In short, he said, "It's a variety of reasons."

Bai Jianan looked at him and didn't seem to be lying, so he probably said the truth.

"One more question." Bai Ji'an met He Wei's eyes, "Why is my memory deteriorating? Is it related to the bruises on my body and the needle holes on my hands?"

He Wei looked at his hands placed naturally on the table and nodded sadly.

Bai Ji'an frowned strangely.

what happened?

Just now when I asked how long they had been together, his eyes were bright. But when I asked about his memory, he became dejected.

Not wanting to make the atmosphere worse, Bai Ji'an chose to lower his head and eat the noodles obediently.

As soon as he picked up a bite and put it in his mouth, he turned his head to look out the window and remembered that it was already October.

So, their one year anniversary is only two months away?!

What will you do on the anniversary...will you?

For a moment, my brain, which had been working fine just a second ago, seemed to be infected with a computer virus.

Countless colorful pages pop up one after another uncontrollably, and you can't close them even if you want to.

Bai Jian'an's face turned red with anxiety.

He raised his eyes and glanced at He Wei, feeling lucky that he was concentrating on eating and not looking at him.

Sensing the gaze from the opposite side, He Wei looked up. Bai Ji'an was so frightened that his whole body shuddered. He didn't care about the temperature of the soup and picked up the big bowl with both hands to drink it up!

"Ji An?"

Gulp gulp...bang!

Bai Ji'an put down the empty bowl, lowered his head and said, "I'm full."

Watching Bai Jianan running back to the room, He Wei turned around and looked at the porcelain bowl that was still warm in confusion.

What he gave Bai Ji'an was really tomato sour soup noodles, not Liangshan rice wine?

Putting down his chopsticks, He Wei raised his hand and knocked on the bedroom door.

"Ji An, can I come in?"

……

"Ji An?"

Howe gripped the door handle nervously, as if he couldn't wait for his consent.

Pushing open the door, Bai Ji'an lay in the quilt, wrapping himself tightly from head to toe.

"Ji'an."

He Wei walked over and lifted the headboard, revealing a pair of clean feet.

He Wei was stunned, then walked to the end of the bed and opened the other end.

Looking at him lying on the bed hugging a pillow, He Wei asked worriedly, "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

It’s been almost a year, and I’ve never seen him fall asleep upside down!

Just now, it was the same. He finished a bowl of noodle soup right away and no one competed with him for it.

Bai Ji'an buried his face in the bed sheet, shook his head and muttered, "I'm not feeling unwell."

"If you're not feeling unwell, why didn't you reply to me just now?"

"I'm back."

"I didn't hear it."

"Because the sound is covered under the quilt."

……

"And," Bai Ji'an said, "Didn't you say we've been together for a year? If you want to come in, just push the door. Why are you knocking and asking me? Or are you lying to me?"

"I did not lie to you."

If Bai Jianan remembered everything, he could certainly do whatever he wanted to him.

But now his memory stops at the age of fifteen.

In his eyes, Bai Jianan was just an underage child, so he naturally had to put away his gangster side and keep a certain distance from him.

"come over."

He Wei lifted the quilt and asked Bai Jianan to sit facing him.

He reached out and pinched Bai Ji'an's chin, saying, "Open your mouth, I'll see if there's any burns inside."

Bai Ji'an affirmed: "No."

Because it doesn't hurt.

"No, open it."

Bai Jianan curled his lips, gave up struggling completely, and let him do whatever he wanted.

After confirming that there was really no redness or swelling, He Wei breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked at the soft pink lips under his fingertips and felt itchy in his heart.

If it was morning, he would have pounced on it and bit it.

Pity.

He Wei struggled and bit his lower lip, then suddenly let go, laid Bai Ji'an on the bed and covered him with a quilt.

Cover your eyes so you can’t see and won’t be greedy.

He Wei rushed out of the bedroom as if escaping and continued to finish the tomato sour soup noodles on the table.

half an hour.

Bai Jianan slowly crawled out from under the quilt.

Outside the door, there was the faint sound of washing dishes.

Finished eating?

Bai Ji'an looked back at the clock on the bedside table. There were still fifteen minutes until eight o'clock in the evening.

After finishing his housework, he should come back and rest.

Bai Jianan turned over and got up, putting the pillow at the foot of the bed back in place.

Looking at the two pillows with a finger-wide gap between them, Bai Ji'an shook his head in dissatisfaction.

He pushed the two pillows together and stepped back to the end of the bed.

"That's right."

Behind the ears, the tap is turned off.

Bai Ji'an immediately lifted the quilt and lay down on his right side, pretending to sleep.

After waiting for a long time, the bedroom door was neither knocked nor pushed open.

Bai Jianan turned over and got out of bed, walked to the door quietly, pushed it open a crack, and looked outside.

I saw that the person who was supposed to sleep with him had found a new pillow from somewhere and was patting it in front of the sofa with a melancholy look on his face.