After amnesia, Lao Gong thinks he is Mary Suba

Xu Zhen came out of the bath, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw Shang Qi sitting at the door holding a mirror, wrapped in slacks with long legs curled up, pitifully wrapped around his knees.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he hastily raised his head with red eyes, and subconsciously hid the hand holding the mirror.

The flushed eyes seem to have cried, but they haven't. There is no moisture in Shang Qi's amber eyes. He looks at Xu Chun and doesn't speak. The? Stance.

Xu Chun gritted his teeth cruelly, and walked over in a daze. He went downstairs to pour water, as if he hadn't seen him at all.

As a result, Xu Chun waited downstairs for a while, and then called someone to send a new mobile phone? He pressed the phone card to log in to his usual APP account and played for a while, but no one came down the stairs.

strangeness.

The first amnesiac? Shang Qi played green tea in an open and aboveboard way. The second amnesia? Shang Qi can’t. After thinking about it myself, it seems that there is such a thing.

He pretended to be pitiful, so he didn't hurry down to strike while the iron was hot, and acted like a baby to ask himself for a forgiveness? Really? It didn't fit Shang Qi's personality.

No!

This time it was serious and angry!You can't forgive him so easily!

After Xu Chun had done enough psychological training, he turned his face up again with a cold face. Shang Qi still maintained that posture, holding the mirror in his arms to block it, and looked at Xu Chun without blinking his eyes.

When he walked to Shang Qi's side, Xu Chun felt his heart beat a little faster, but he had good control, and walked steadily from Shang Qi's side. The speed didn't change by half a minute.

Awesome!

Walking to the door, Xu Chun opened the door and went in, full of concern about whether he was cruel enough or not, so that when Shang Qi reached out to pull his trousers, Xu Chun couldn't react immediately.

With a bang, the door closed.

Inside the door, Xu Zhen was stunned for a second.

It’s over.

The?, weak to negligible? resistance from the trousers just now...

It seems to be the hand of Shang Qi.

Xu Chun: "..."

So I just, just... just ignored his stretches and grabbed my hands? Closed the door?And there are still wounds on his hands that haven't been treated.

This!

what……

Xu Chun bumped his forehead against the wall lightly. He wanted to teach Shang Qi a lesson, but he didn't want to? So cruel and indifferent.

What to do, what to do, continue now? Is it too obvious to go out?Will it appear that you are not firm enough?

Two minutes later, Xu Chun fully armed and opened the door again.

"Cough cough."

With a stinky face, Xu Chun pretended to walk past Shang Qi again as if nothing had happened, and said to himself: "Why is the humidifier running out of water again? It's really troublesome."

Shang Qi watched him go downstairs and come up again, the knuckles on his arms moved, and he retracted silently, forcing himself to hang his head.

Thinking it was going very smoothly? Xu Chun's heart choked up, was it difficult? He walked slowly, and Shang Qi didn't respond after waiting for a long time, so he had to close the door with a "click" that could not be slower.

A few minutes later, Xu Chun opened the door for the third time.

Only then did Shang Qi realize what? He raised his eyes with a faint hope, and the fragmented strands of hair rose along his cheeks and scattered to both sides. He opened his mouth and said in a hoarse voice, "Brother..."

Xu Chun pulled out the mirror from his arms angrily, baring his teeth and claws: "Don't call me!"

Shang Qi followed him to the sink. Xu Chun found a small table lamp. He put the mirror into the water, turned on the lamp, and constantly adjusted the angle between the mirror surface and the water surface. Soon, a small, narrow, and long rainbow refracted onto the pure water. White or white on the wall.

"Shang Qi, I don't know why you have a complex psychological plot of fear of the mirror, but the damage that has happened in the past cannot be repaired, and the existing wounds cannot be restored to the original state, but the current one? Each of us can have happiness in the future, if you don't want to let go of yourself, even a god can't be your salvation."

"Mirrors have brought you disgust, the water made you panic and fear, the lights made you sensitive and irritable, and you couldn't sleep, but you see, they can also change into colorful lights."

Shang Qi stared at the man-made small rainbow, and the string deep in his heart that hadn't been plucked for a long time trembled like a clang, causing his entire atrium to feel slightly hot.

"I know you like me so much, maybe it's a bit narcissistic to say so, but I'm working hard to respond to your feelings, Shang Qi, you can't go too far, you can't just because you love me more Ignore all the love I have for you, I have clearly said and done it, but subconsciously, you still don’t seem to dare to completely let go of it to me.”

"I don't blame you and I don't force you to reveal everything to me at once, because it is impossible. You are a person with feelings and souls. You can't double-click instructions like a computer machine and execute them forever, but I I think you should at least give me equal respect, I am your boyfriend who you choose to spend your whole life with, partner, you can’t treat me like a tool person who unilaterally accepts your love.”

"If it was me who was injured today, are you afraid that you want to go mad and kill someone on the spot, then why do you think that I am indifferent to your repeated injuries to your right hand?"

Xu Zhen seldom... No, it's because he never told Shang Qi about this, because he seems to be more inclined to action, although he doesn't want to brag, but what he really believes is action Better than ?language?.

So Shang Qi was a little at a loss. He raised his hand and looked at the scratches on his hand. In fact, he really didn't feel any pain. He wanted to refute, but found that it seemed like what Xu Zhen said. There is no room for him to refute.

Didn't he just go crazy and ignore it, and then use the wound to ask Xu Chun for a heartache?

Actionists like Xu Chun don’t like to be procrastinating. If there’s anything you have to mention, you have to mention it just once. Make it clear, “Do you know how much I fought with them in the hospital that day? As early as they said the first sentence to attack you When I was talking, I wanted to make a move, but I held back, and when the water glass flew towards me from behind, I could have avoided it by myself, but you stopped it for me."

"It's not that I don't know good and bad, and it's not that I get cheap and act good, but I can do that myself. I'm not a hand? I have no power to restrain a chicken? Girl, if you stop it, you stop it, but torturing people and retaliating against others There are so many methods, why do you choose to do it yourself? Empty hands? Holding broken porcelain pieces and stabbing them on the back, you are amazing, Shang Qi, do you know that I was so scared that my heart was dying ? Jumped out of the throat!"

Shang Qi muttered, "...I'm sorry."

Xu Chun took a deep breath, "Since I was a child, no one can make me angry. From now on, you! Not to mention!"

Shang Qi's hands and fingers hanging down on both sides were slightly bent to make a fist, and countless words of apology were stuck in his mouth, so he couldn't say anything.

"I didn't kill you at the time, because you were hurt, you were in pain, and you needed it? I treated you better, and I didn't care about it, because I love you. But look for yourself, what did you do tonight? What's that called? Son?!"

"If a broken bubble breaks, it will break. What are you going to do to pick it up? If you want it? If so, does it mean that one day there is a fire at home and I don't want it? Fate? Run back and find you to send me s things?"

"no!"

Shang Qi immediately vetoed it. Such a picture, he found it unbearable even to imagine it.

"That's it." Xu Chun propped his hands back on the table, and eased his tone a little, "Okay, it's useless to say so much, let's make a rule now, from now on, as long as you When there is a wound on the body, the volume is converted according to the plane area and depth of the wound, and the final cubic centimeter is equal to the number of days we slept in the separate room."

Shang Qi's expression changed instantly when he heard the words "Fang Sleep".

"Sleeping in separate rooms is strictly speaking sleeping in separate rooms. I won't fight cold war with you, but we sleep in different rooms during lunch break and night sleep, and refuse all intimate contact during the period!"

"It can't be like this!" Shang Qi was in a hurry, how can this be done!

uh-huh?What you want is this effect.

Satisfied, Xu Chun raised his eyebrows squintingly: "When will it be your turn to make decisions in our family? I said it's decided like this, so it's decided like this. You can only obey, and don't let you express your opinions."

Shang Qi felt aggrieved and opened his bruised hand, quickly estimating the volume of the wound in his mind, almost crying because of grievance!

How can this be so!

Too much? Huh, how many days does it take!

cough cough.

Can't torture his little beauty for too long, Xu Zhu coughed, and announced in a fair and public way: "Start from next time."

"Hmm!" Shang Qi was afraid that he would go back on his word.

The puppy hook is cute, Xu Zhen quietly lowered the corners of his mouth, trying not to keep it? Let his tone be too indulgent, "Then why don't you hurry up and bandage it?"

Shang Qi looked at Xu Chun carefully and nodded, the chains between his hands collided and made a sound, and he didn't ask Xu Chun to help him with the medicine, for fear that Xu Chun would suddenly change his mind if he kept on it again. ? Start counting the volume from this time.

But it’s really inconvenient to use my own two hands alternately. Shang Qi dipped a cotton swab in the medicine and poked it on his wound. He was born with a high tolerance for pain, and he put the medicine on himself with a blank expression. It seems that I am so impatient that I just take the medicine bottle and pour it up.

A hand stretched out and gently took away the cotton swab in his hand.

Xu Chun squatted in front of him, carefully put Shang Qi's hands on his knees, changed a new cotton swab dipped in the medicine, and applied medicine to him little by little.

Shang Qi has almost never had the experience of seeing Xu Chun from the top down. He is more used to seeing Xu Chun from the bottom up, as if Xu Chun was born to be looked up to by him.

The person he surrendered to and longed for was squatting in front of him at this moment, preoccupied with medicine for him.

At this moment, Shang Qi felt very strongly that the person in front of him belonged to his brother, and in the future he promised, he was the one who shared his future life.

He owns him right now.

Maybe Xu Zhen said a few words just right, the gods? Can't? Be his? Salvation, Shang Qi thought in his heart:

Only you can.

"Don't move, does it hurt?"

Xu Chun raised his head and glanced at him, gently held his?hand?back and blew, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, I'll take it lightly."

It seems that I heard people say, does it hurt? Sometimes someone blows it and it doesn’t hurt. Shang Qi snorted. Now I seem to understand, is it true? It doesn’t hurt after blowing it.

"elder brother."

Xu Chun wrapped the gauze around him without raising his head, "What's wrong?"

Shang Qi didn't dare to move, sat upright, and said calmly: "I don't like looking in the mirror because I haven't seen you for a long time? Who do you like?"

Xu Chun paused, then raised his head abruptly.

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