After amnesia, Lao Gong thinks he is Mary Suba

Shang Qi's face was extremely ugly, and he knew that this would really end badly.

Xu Zhen felt that he was being played with, and he was not ordinary angry: "I am very angry with Shang Qi! You get out and go to sleep! Otherwise, I can get out!"

"I am going out."

Knowing that he was wrong, Shang Qi grabbed Xu Chun's arm to prevent him from leaving, and then let go in frustration. He walked out step by step, but Xu Chun closed the door mercilessly.

Mad!Mad!

...how embarrassing.

Xu Chun took the little yellow book and threw it on the ground angrily, then went down to pick it up after a while, and then threw it into the trash can.

No, no, no, the trash can is not safe, what if they see it when they clean up tomorrow?This thing is a hot potato, Xu Chun walked around the room but couldn't find a place to deal with it.

right!Burned!Absolutely clean without leaving traces.

Xu Zhen acted immediately, he would never allow this kind of thing to survive another night!

After rummaging through boxes and cabinets for a long time, Xu Chun finally realized that neither he nor Shang Qi smoked, so naturally there was no lighter in the house.

No way, looking at the whole old house, there is only one person smoking.

Xu Zhen took out his mobile phone and dragged Shang Xingzhu out of the blacklist, "I know you're not asleep, so I'll lend you a lighter."

Shang Xingzhu replied in seconds: "Come out."

In the corridor, Xu Chun stood at the stairs, looking at Shang Xingzhu with a blank expression, dragging his short skirt and turning in through the window.

Shang Xingzhu also pulled his face, unceremoniously took out the lighter and threw it over, rolled his eyes and threatened: "If you still dare to secretly take pictures of me, I will have someone kill you."

"I reiterate for the 10086th time that I didn't post those photos of you." Xu Zhen didn't bother to talk to him, and left with a lighter.

"Stop," Shang Xingzhu reluctantly said, "What do you want a lighter for? Private worship is not allowed in old houses, so don't burn paper money."

Xu Chun also wanted to roll his eyes, is there still people who believe in feudal superstition these days?

"I burn myself."

Hearing this, Shang Xingzhu's expression turned strange: "My mother said that burning your own portrait has the connotation of a curse, and most importantly, it will bring misfortune to those close to you."

Xu Chun: "..."

One sentence choked Xu Chun to death. It doesn't matter what happens to him, but it can't affect those close to him.

Xu Zhu, who insisted that he would never be feudal and superstitious one second before, threw the lighter at the next second, "Forget it, forget it, I'm so annoying!"

"Wait!" Shang Xingzhu said, "Go to the corner of the corridor and have a look." He ran away without looking back.

Xu Chun felt that one or two of them might have some serious illness, so they walked towards the corner of the corridor in disgust and speechless.

There was a man standing by the window, his back was shrouded in darkness and he couldn't see clearly, but there was faint light on his shoulders and hair tips.

Hearing movement behind him, the man turned his head slightly, revealing the glass and small medicine bottle in his hand.

It's already two o'clock in the morning, and Xu Zhu was already sleepy. He walked over and unsealed the medicine bottle for Shang Qi without even looking at it. "It's just something that brought me here. Am I not going to sleep?"

Shang Qi clenched the sleeping pill bottle in his hand, it was sent to him overnight!

hateful!Just because he added a few strokes to the little yellow book, doesn't he even care about such a big thing as taking sleeping pills? !

Shang Qi's tone was blunt: "I feel uncomfortable, I can't sleep, I need to take medicine."

Feeling drowsy, Xu Chun yawned, squinted his eyes and stretched out his head, "Indeed, I ate a little too much tonight. Does your Jianwei Xiaoshi tablet work? Give me two too."

"Ah." Xu Zhen opened his mouth and urged him: "Hurry up, go to bed after eating."

Shang Qi: "..."

"I'm taking sleeping pills!" It's not some bloody stomach-inducing tablet!

Shang Qi turned on the light and showed Xu Chun the label with his name on the medicine bottle, emphasizing: "I can't sleep without you."

"I understand, a male protagonist who doesn't take sleeping pills is not a good male protagonist." Xu Chun helped him bring the cup to his mouth, "Eat it, come on, you are the hottest!"

Shang Qi: "..."

Xu Chun put the water glass on the windowsill, clapped his hands and went back to his room to sleep.

……

The next day, Xu Zhuan made an appointment with Yi Zheng, and the other party chose a cleaning bar. The year was approaching and it was broad daylight, and there were not many people there, so Xu Zhen saw him as soon as he went in.

Yi Zheng is still the same as before, with short stubble shaved, and it's not too cold to show his scalp in winter.

"Ah Chun! Here!" Yi Zheng stood up and greeted Xu Chun.

Xu Chun walked over and saw that there was another person sitting opposite Yi Zheng.

"Senior." Chen Wenning smiled implicitly.

Yi Zheng quickly explained: "She is my cousin, I just met, and she said she knows you too, so let's sit together after thinking about it."

Of course Xu Chun is fine, he already has many friends, and it is not uncommon for him to run into acquaintances occasionally.

"Just now Yi Zheng told me that the senior wants to buy flowers, what do you want, and I know the flower shops nearby." Chen Wenning pinned her hair behind her ears, looking capable and fresh.

"Oh, that's right. Today is the anniversary of the death of a person I respect a lot. Not long ago, I found out that he liked flowers when he was alive, so I wanted to plant one for him." Speaking of business, Xu Chun's face was rarely serious.

Yi Zheng knew about S, so he patted Xu Chun on the shoulder straightforwardly to express his comfort...

On the other side, the mobile phone was placed flat on the table, and the voice of the three people's conversation came from it, and Shang Qi's eyes were full of storms.

well.

Going out to eat alone with other men and women, and planting flowers for others...?

The golden lens covered a small piece of cold light, and Shang Qi hid himself in the darkness. He seemed to be a different person, his expression was extremely indifferent, and his eyes staring at the photo were sometimes sullen and sometimes gentle.

The mechanical watch moved regularly, the gears meshed, and there was a slight to almost inaudible vibration.

"I want all the information about S..."

……

Xu Chun sat alone on the steps, surrounded by him. There were no photos on the cold tombstone. There was only a letter "S" engraved on the name column, and his honor was densely written underneath.

Today is actually not the death day of "S", Xu Zhen doesn't even know where he will leave when he dies, and there is nothing buried here, it's just an empty grave.

He set the day of the accident as the day of death, and he came here to worship during this time of year, not only to worship the respected seniors who saved his life, but also to come here to calm down and reflect.

If I hadn't been too reckless back then...

Xu Zhen sat here in silence until it was completely dark before walking down the mountain road alone.

When Shang Qi came up with his flashlight on, the entire cemetery was empty, with no one in sight. At this moment, his phone flashed twice, and the light beam went out.

The phone is dead.

As the wind blows, the orderly steles stand silently, and the shadows of the trees are endowed with more mysterious and unknown fears by the night.

Shang Qi saw the little white flower in front of S's grave at a glance. The five petals were flexible and stretched, and the slender stem shrank in the wind, making it very cute.

Flames of jealousy glowed in his calm eyes, Shang Qi squatted down slowly, stroking the delicate petals with his fingertips, and the next moment he turned his wrist, he uprooted the whole flower.

The juice from crushed flowers and leaves flowed out from between the fingers, and the wind and waves in Shang Qi's eyes grew stronger.

"Hey!"

A head poked out from behind the tombstone, Xu Chun held up a flashlight, and handed Shang Qi a sickle: "It's so dirty to pull weeds by hand!"