[Quick Transmigration] On how to use the charm of personality to conquer the old attack of amnesia

In the darkness, it seems that someone is calling his name urgently in his ear, is it Cheng Shu, or Song Liuguang?

"Don't fall asleep, Ashu, hold on, open your eyes and see if I'm alright, okay, Ashu?"

Do not sleep?

But he is too tired, he has no home, he walks between the sky and the earth like a wandering soul, holding on to vague things as beliefs, how dare he wake up.

When you wake up, there is no way to sleep forever like this.

"Be obedient, Ashu, you used to listen to me the most, right? Don't make trouble, wake up quickly, it's all my fault, I'll punish you however you want, just beg you... Wake up, okay?"

The man's voice seemed to be about to cry, it was suppressed and trembling, and the flustered voice hit the eardrum, which was very familiar, but it only made my heart feel more uncomfortable.

The warm liquid fell down, and it was instantly cold to the bone.

Cheng Shu tried his best to raise his hand in the dark, touched the man's head, and told him not to cry, but his hand seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and he couldn't lift it up, but it opened a crack in the fog in front of him .

"Qiao Yu..."

Tears suddenly fell on his face like rain, the man's eyes were red and he hugged him hard, the hands around his back seemed to make people blend into the flesh and blood, but the hands and the heartbeat that was close to Cheng Shu were flustered And at a loss.

He didn't speak, bit his lip and buried his head in Cheng Shu's shoulder.

The young man raised his hand and patted his shoulder with difficulty, his voice was soft and low, "Qiao Yu...you bastard."

The man hugged him even harder, breathing heavily on Cheng Shu's ear.

He said, "Yeah, I'm an asshole, I'm a fucking asshole."

Cheng Shu said: "Qiao Yu, you are a big ass."

The man said in a low voice: "It was in the past, but it will not be in the future."

Cheng Shu frowned: "I believe your bullshit."

The handsome-looking man grabbed back his hand that was about to pat his back, and smiled softly, "Although I am a big ass, I am a big ass who loves my wife."

The young man remembered what he heard when he was in a coma just now, and asked, "Have you remembered?"

The man was so obedient, he nodded and said, "I remembered my wife."

Cheng Shu asked: "You just came in like this, Bai Lin has nothing to say?"

Qiao Yu hugged him in his arms and turned around, and sure enough, he saw Bai Lin fainted in the corner with something stuffed into his mouth.

Cheng Shu: "..." Well, it really has the style of the first life.

A big smell of smoke was spreading in the laboratory. The young man turned his head to look, and sure enough, he saw Song Yimu beside the open window sill, with a gloomy complexion, lighting a burning cigarette in his hand, but was dazed, he At his feet was Bai Ci who was tied up exactly like Bai Lin, except that he was not knocked out, and his eyes were fixed on him.

Qiao Yu hugged him and didn't speak, but Song Yimu, who was standing in the wind, spoke.

He said, "Song Liuguang, sometimes I really want to kill you."

Cheng Shu's eyelids twitched suddenly. He looked at Qiao Yu beside him, said something softly, but after the man's complexion turned dark, he turned around and smiled, "Then you come here."

The man turned around, the cigarette in his hand was still burning, and suddenly a section of ashes was shaken off.He walked a few steps quickly, but was blocked by Qiao Yu in front of the young man, "What do you want to do?"

Song Yimu stood one step away from the man, his eyes were complicated as if there were thousands of emotions intertwined.

He said, "What do I want to do? Liu Guang, what do you want to do?"

The young man gently pushed away Qiao Yu who was standing in front of him, and looked at Song Yimu, "Brother."

Song Yimu shook his hands, and another piece of ashes fell from the cigarette butt. He said cautiously, "Liu Guang?"

The young man smiled, "Well, it's me."

Song Yimu dropped the cigarette in his hand, but in an instant his eyes became unreasonably red, and he said, "Liu Guang?"

The young man laughed again, "Well, brother."

"Streamer!"

Song Yimu only had eyes for that person. He pushed aside Qiao Yu who was still standing beside the young man's bed, and hugged the person who was sitting on the bed talking and laughing at Yanyan, as if all the grievances had been relieved.

"Liu Guang, you're back."

The tall man held the young man in his arms, and the tears came down like this.

The person in his arms smiled and said, "Well, it's me, brother."

Qiao Yu watched them pinch his palms vigorously, and walked towards the window where Song Yimu was standing just now with complicated eyes.

That was the real Song Liuguang, not his Cheng Shu.

The man hugged his beloved toy like a child, and he said: "I thought you would never come back, you can beat me and scold me for what I did wrong, just..."

He hugged the young man tighter, "Don't leave me, never leave me."

Song Liuguang smiled and hugged the man's back, comforting him: "Brother said, I will go wherever you go, Liuguang will never leave brother."

Song Yimu said: "Yes, wherever I go, you go, and I will go wherever you go."

Song Liuguang smiled until his eyes narrowed.

Only Qiao Yu saw the bright red dripping from the young man's chest. His fingers were grasping towards the palm of his hand, but he was trembling even when he clenched his fist. Has his Cheng Shu...already gone?

The two people beside the bed seemed to be still immersed in the warm atmosphere. Song Liuguang nestled in Song Yimu's arms like a child, and after a while rubbed against the man's neckline, squinting his eyes as if a little sleepy, he said: "Brother , can you do me a favor?"

Song Yimu said: "Okay, whatever you say is fine."

Song Liuguang raised his face. He seldom smiled before, but today he seemed to be smiling all the time. The corners of his mouth were curved into a big arc, and all the gloom and darkness on his face were washed away in an instant. The intern is much prettier than Bai Ci.He said: "Brother, look here is a silver handle, you hold it."

Song Yimu bowed his head in bewilderment, the young man showed a thin body because of his pale complexion...

There was a scalpel stuck in the heart.

It was Song Yimu who secretly hid it in his arms just now. He originally wanted to...

Ignoring Song Yimu's shock, Song Liuguang was still smiling and said, "Brother, come here and hold this handle."

The blood flowed down meanderingly, and it probably sprayed onto Song Yimu's chest when he stabbed it down, and his whole body revealed a decadent temperament.

The man took a step back in disbelief, trying to see if this was the truth, but the young man's seemingly powerless hand had already placed the silver scalpel on his palm, and Song Yimu tried several times to break free but failed. They were all tightly held by those two pale hands, tightly grasping the handle of the scalpel.

Song Liuguang smiled and said, "Brother, look, this is very good."

Song Yimu's current mood probably couldn't be described as broken. His whole body was trembling, his face was covered by his palms, and the liquid leaked from between his fingers and dripped on the ground. The man kept muttering: "Why should So... why should..."

He even counted this very accurately, he lost too much blood and there was no way to save it, all he could do was see that his smile that seemed to be returning to life was still on his face.

Song Liuguang said: "Brother, I have always wanted to die by your hands."

Song Yimu's hand was pressed firmly on the handle of the knife by him. The cold hand was more piercing than the temperature of the handle of the knife. It seemed that just touching it could freeze people's mind.

And Song Yimu has been holding each other for half a minute.

Song Liuguang pursed his lips and smiled, "Brother, are you happy now?" He didn't wait for the man to answer, so he said, "I am very happy."

"When I was young, I was actually afraid of stealing things every time. Fortunately, I met my brother later. The days when I can eat without stealing things are so happy."

"But when did people become more and more greedy?"

"I am no longer satisfied with eating enough, but I want more, I want to be with my brother, and I want my brother to think about me all the time."

"I am indeed a greedy person."

The man's voice was hoarse and painful, "Liu Guang, don't say any more."

The young man raised a big smile, "But these are the best memories of my brother and I. I want to be with my brother, but I'm not very good at talking."

Song Liuguang seemed to have thought of something happy, but his expression suddenly froze.

"After the cleanup that day, I originally wanted to tell you my heart... I just didn't expect it..."

"Xiaoguang is so happy to die at the hands of brother... so... how can you forget me..."

The voice gradually lowered, and the sobbing sound that the man had been suppressing just now seemed to be released suddenly. It sounded painfully and dull in the empty laboratory. I never thought that someone would be so extreme and desperate to bet on a heart that would never change.

Qiao Yu was beside her, with a calm expression as if she was watching a play.

He still doesn't know whether Song Liuguang wants Song Yimu to love him, or whether he wants Song Yimu to suffer because of loving him.

But it doesn't seem to end there.

The person on the bed suddenly said in a low voice: "Qiao Yu."

It was a completely different tone from Song Liuguang's. Cheng Shu used Song Liuguang's memory to imitate it before, but now he gave up completely.

Qiao Yu walked over quickly, "I'm here."

Cheng Shu felt that all the blood in his body seemed to be drained, so he reluctantly said, "I'm leaving."

Qiao Yu bent her lips slightly, bent down and scratched his nose, "I see, you have to remember to wait for me."

The young man frowned in confusion, "But I haven't decided whether to forgive you or not."

The man smiled, "Then pretend to forgive me temporarily, let's file this matter and continue when we have time."

The person on the bed smiled softly, "OK."

Qiao Yu kept looking at him with a smile, even though there was a place in his heart that hurt like hell.

The young man also stared at him intently, but he didn't close his eyes for a long time. After a moment of silence, he suddenly said, "Husband, my chest hurts so much from Song Liuguang's disturbance just now, and I feel like I can't even close my eyes."

Qiao Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he said, "Shall I pull it out for you?"

Cheng Shu shook his head, "It hurts to pull it out."

Qiao Yu lowered his head and kissed Cheng Shu's forehead, "For your dear dear, add pain-free skill points, you can feel it, and it won't hurt after a while."

It seems that people will become stupid if they bleed too much.

Cheng Shu was stunned and said, "Really, I don't feel any pain anymore."

The man's nails were all dug into the flesh, and he still smiled and said: "Yes, my husband's super skills must be very useful."

The young man stopped talking and just smiled foolishly at him.

Qiao Yu's eyes turned red, and he turned his head not to let Cheng Shu see his embarrassment, then turned back suddenly, and said, "You must wait for me, don't look for wild men."

Cheng Shu pursed his lips and smiled, originally he was trembling with laughter, but he had no strength, so he could only curl the corners of his mouth to show that he was very happy.

He said: "Okay, I know, good night, my husband."

Qiao Yu's tears overflowed unexpectedly from between the fingers covering his eyes, and dripped on the young man's lips, turning pale blood red, slightly adding a fresh feeling to Cheng Shu.

He said, "Honey."

good night.