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At this time, the TV was a close-up of Song Mo. He made a gesture of undressing for the camera, and then the picture went black and turned to other people.

"You said that Xiao Jia is the Song Mo on TV?" Qin Lang regained his senses from the shock, and turned his head to look at his younger brother Zilin again in disbelief.

Zi Lin was also speechless: "That's right, my people found Aunt Zhou and found out that her son has changed his name to Song Mo, and he is the superstar actor."

Before Qin Lang could speak, Ziqi, the eldest brother beside him, opened his mouth first: "It's true when you say that. No wonder I always thought Song Mo looked familiar. It turned out that he was Xiao Jia. Brother, you and him are both filming and acting together. Recording a show? Didn’t you recognize it?”

Qin Lang, who was still in great shock, was slightly taken aback by the question.

He remembered that when he first met Song Mo, he really felt that the other party was very familiar. His eyebrows and eyes were almost exactly the same as Xiao Jia. In fact, not only when we first met, but also for a long time afterwards, he felt that the other party was similar to Xiao Jia more than once. It's just because the name is different, and the other party obviously doesn't know him, so I never thought that he is Xiaojia.

He pursed his lips, a little ashamed: "Yes... I didn't recognize it."

After all, he is my little brother who has been hurt for so long, even if he grows up and changes a lot, and he doesn't think about it, it's because his thoughts are too rough.

Qin Xiaoxing, who was the only one in the room who was confused, raised his innocent little head and looked at the elders: "Dad, uncle, what are you talking about?"

Ziqi Zilin said in unison: "I'm talking about what happened 18 years ago, and it has nothing to do with you."

Qin Xiaoxing: "..."

Ziqi asked again casually, "He didn't recognize you either? Of course, it's normal for him not to recognize you since you've been dead for 18 years, but he didn't mention that you look like someone he knew."

Qin Lang shook his head.

Zilin snorted, and answered in a strange voice: "I said he must have forgotten our family and you, brother. It's because you loved him so much back then, just a white-eyed wolf."

When Qin Lang heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.But suddenly he raised his hand to interrupt him as if thinking of something again: "Wait!"

Eighteen years later, when Song Xingjia was only ten years old, it was normal for him to forget his appearance and not recognize himself.But it is unlikely that a person will forget the home he lived in as a child for many years.

However, Song Xingjia lived in Four Seasons these days, and never mentioned that he lived in Four Seasons when he was a child.

and……

Qin Lang always felt that he was missing something?

He turned his head to look at the variety show that was still playing. At this time, it was the end of the film, and the scene of Song Mo and himself appeared again.

"I have a very important big brother next door, but unfortunately I have forgotten him all these years."

"No, I'll definitely remember."

He remembered the inexplicable words Song Mo said last night.

"No, Xiao Jia didn't forget me on purpose!" Qin Lang said suddenly, "He must have had some brain problem and lost his childhood memories."

Although this sentence sounds strange.

Zilin said disapprovingly, "I remember clearly when I was ten years old. He doesn't even remember his elder brother who took care of him for so many years. There is something wrong with his mind."

Qin Lang ignored his younger brother's uproar, thought for a while and took out his mobile phone, and said, "I'll call him."

He made a call first, but the beeping sound rang for a long time, and no one answered.After thinking about it, I changed to calling WeChat video, but there was still no response.

Qin Lang frowned.

Why is no one answering?

You shouldn't be asleep at this time, right?

Song Mo was indeed still awake, not only did he not sleep, he had already boarded a taxi at this moment.

From the afternoon until now, my head has been hurting badly, and my whole body is muddled, as if something is about to come out, but it is always blocked by a messy chaos, and my whole body is so uncomfortable that it is about to explode.

Sitting in a taxi now, he didn't know where he was going, so he subconsciously asked the driver to drive to the film and television city he was most familiar with in city A.

"Sir, here we are!"

Leaning in the car seat drowsily, he didn't know what day and night it was. Song Mo slowly opened his eyes and looked out the window blankly when he was slightly distracted by the driver's voice. Suddenly, several images popped up in his mind. There was a muffled grunt on his forehead.

"Sir, what's wrong with you?"

Song Mo waved his hand, took a deep breath, and remained silent for a moment. Thinking of the messy picture that popped up in his mind just now, he said, "Master, is there an ancient bridge nearby?"

"Ancient bridge? You mean Tonghui Bridge? It is quite old."

"You send me there."

"What are you doing there so late?"

"Just take me there."

"Row."

Song Mo sat upright, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

The driver turned around and said, "By the way, you thought about it on your phone several times just now. I think you fell asleep and didn't call you."

"Oh," Song Mo was stunned for a moment, took out his mobile phone from his pants pocket, opened it, and saw five missed calls, four of which were from Gu Chuan and one was from Qin Lang.

After clicking on WeChat again, Gu Chuan played a few videos, but no one answered, so he sent several WeChat messages in succession.

"where are you going?"

"Why don't you say anything when you go out alone?"

"Going out alone at night, have you forgotten your identity?"

Song Mo only took a quick glance before exiting, saw the red number prompt on Qin Lang's profile picture, clicked in, and found that he also played two videos for himself, and there was a message: "Where are you, I have something very important with you explain."

He originally wanted to make a video call to the other party, but at the moment his mind was still in a daze, and he probably couldn't listen to anything important.

So I just replied a message: I have something to do right now at the Tonghui Bridge in the film and television city, so I'll call you later.

Just 2 minutes after sending, the car stopped again.

"Sir, Tonghui Bridge is here."

Song Mo raised his head, glanced at the dark and desolate area outside, nodded and paid the bill: "Thank you, Master."

"You're welcome, there's no one here at night, so be careful," he said with a smile, "but you guys have nothing to worry about."

Song Mo smiled lightly, opened the door and got out of the car.

The taxi turned around with a squeak, and the surrounding quickly returned to silence, except for Song Mo's lonely figure under the dim streetlight.

He stood there, looked around, and made sure that he had never been here.Then his eyes fell on the stone bridge in front of him, he thought for a while, and walked over slowly.

For some reason, every time I took a step, my heart tightened.

By the time I stood by the bridge railing, my heart was beating wildly almost uncontrollably.

He looked down while taking a deep breath.

Below is the river flowing in the cold winter night wind.

This river is not spacious and deep, but in the black night, there is an indescribable horror.

Song Mo was sure that he was not afraid of water, but at this moment, looking at the dark river surface, his heart, which was already beating wildly, suddenly surged with a huge fear, which swallowed his whole body in an instant, and his whole body seemed to be trapped in a dream. In the bottomless darkness, even the body trembled.

At the same time, Qin Lang, who received Song Mo's late reply in Ziqi Villa, saw the short sentence on WeChat, and said to his brothers, "I'll go out for a while."

"Brother, what are you doing so late?"

"I'm going to find Xiaojia."

"No, we already know that he is Xiaojia. If we want to find him tomorrow, there's no need to be in such a hurry."

"I must see him at once."

Regardless of the concerns of his two younger brothers, Qin Lang went out and took the motorcycle, started the car and stepped on the accelerator, blasting out of the Glory Garden.

There were few vehicles on the road at night, and he was driving a motorcycle without hindrance. The original one-hour drive only took more than half an hour.

He hasn't been here since he climbed up from the river a few months ago and found himself wearing it for 18 years.

Because it's not such a good memory.

This is the first time to revisit the old place.

The roaring motorcycle arrived at Tonghui Bridge and stopped with a crash.

Qin Lang got out of the car and took off his helmet, and looked up at the tall figure on the bridge.

Although there was a distance, the lights were dim, and nothing could be seen clearly except for a silhouette.But he still recognized Song Mo at a glance.

Or, he should be called Song Xingjia.

The sudden sound of the motorcycle brought Song Mo back to God from the flood of memories.

He turned his stiff head little by little, looked at the handsome figure under the dark light from a distance, and wanted to speak, but found that his throat seemed to be choked, and he couldn't make any sound.

"Big brother, wait for you to come back!"

His childish voice echoed clearly in his mind.

The handsome face of the man in the sunset couldn't be more real.

But why are you coming back now?

Qin Lang frowned looking at the people in the distance, and walked over.

When he was only a few meters away from the other party, he vaguely saw the other party's appearance at this time, his face was as pale as paper, and his cheeks were wet.

Qin Lang was stunned, stopped his steps, and asked tentatively, "Xiaojia?"

For some reason, he always felt that Song Mo at this time seemed to suddenly become one with the Song Xingjia he knew, so he didn't want to call him Brother Mo anymore.

Song Mo looked at him, the silent tears became more violent, his mouth opened a few times, and finally he managed to make a weak and hoarse voice: "Are you the big brother?"

Qin Lang raised his eyebrows and smiled, nodded and said: "Yes, Xiao Jia, I am the big brother."

However, the smile hadn't fully unfolded yet, it was frozen by Song Mo's actions.

I saw Song Mo let go of the hand holding the bridge railing, and walked towards him, but within two steps, his body shook violently, closed his eyes weakly, and fell forward.

Qin Lang let out a soft cry. Fortunately, he had sharp eyesight and quick hands. When the opponent fell to the ground, he took two quick steps forward and hugged him tightly. However, he was still startled and asked worriedly, "Xiaojia, what's wrong with you?"

Song Mo hung his whole body on him, with his face on his neck, shook his head lightly, and replied weakly: "I...I'm fine."

Qin Lang felt a scorching heat against his face, and he realized that the other party was only wearing thin home clothes, and he didn't know how long the cold wind had been blowing here.

He supported the other party with one hand, and touched the other party's forehead with the other free hand, which almost caused his hands to shrink back subconsciously.

Is this all right?

"Xiaojia, you have a fever, I'll take you to the hospital!"

Song Mo stretched out his arms to hug him, closed his eyes and said weakly: "I'm not going to the hospital, I'm going home."

Qin Lang helped him walk towards the motorcycle, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll take you home, where do you live now?"

Song Mo: "I want to go back to our home."

Qin Lang was stunned for a moment before he realized: "You want to go back to Four Seasons?"

"Ah."

Qin Lang didn't know what happened to this guy today, but his state was obviously not very good.Although I am strong, this is a big man who is a few centimeters taller than me, not a little friend Song Xingjia who can be held in my arms for a few months.

The other party put all their strength on him, and it really took him a lot of effort to drag him onto the motorcycle.

He got in the car, turned around and put a helmet on the man who seemed to be in a coma, and took off his down jacket and wrapped it around him.

"Can you sit still?"

Song Mo nodded, and after the other party turned around, he leaned on the other party's back, wrapping his hands around the waist of the big brother he remembered.

The seat of the motorcycle is tilted forward, as long as it is driven steadily, there is no need to worry about the people behind falling down, so Qin Lang is not worried either.

Because he knew that the person leaning on his back at this moment was Song Xingjia, he felt so happy that it was difficult to describe in words.

It seemed that all the incompleteness of the past few months was completely complete at this moment.

So much so that he couldn't help whistling, started the car and said, "Sit down, Xiaojia, and big brother will take you home."

"Ah."

My head is still groggy, but the door of memory is opened, and the childhood past that has been sealed for 18 years is like a flood that has been opened.

I don’t know if it’s because the memory has been sealed and hasn’t been eroded by 18 years, so once the ban is lifted, every frame and every second is so clear, and all the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys are still empathetic, as if these things happened in yesterday.

Song Mo and the ten-year-old Song Xingjia overlapped perfectly.

He was originally that Song Xingjia.

At this moment, hugging the person in front of me, wrapped in the warm breath that made me feel at ease, the indescribable emptiness in my heart for 18 years was suddenly filled.

This is his original life.

Although there were still undried tears on his face, the corners of Song Mo's mouth were slightly curved in satisfaction.

Qin Lang successfully carried the man back to Four Seasons, because the other party was still very weak, and he could only continue to carry the man upstairs after getting out of the car.

After Anwen put him on the bed, he was so tired that he breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at the man who was burning in a daze on the bed, but with a smile on his mouth, he stepped forward and touched his forehead.

Still very hot.

He got up and said, "I'll go buy some medicine for you."

However, before turning around, Song Mo tightly grasped his wrist: "Don't go!"

Qin Lang said: "Xiao Jia, you have a fever, you need to take medicine to bring it down quickly."

Song Xingjia half-opened his eyes, and said angrily: "Big brother, I... I'm fine, you're right by my side, don't go anywhere."

Although he knew that this person was Song Xingjia, after all, he had been with him as Song Mo for so long, and seeing him clinging to him like Xiao Jia in the past, he had mixed feelings for a while.

All in all, happiness outweighs everything.

After thinking for a while, Qin Lang stretched out his hand to stroke his head, and said softly, "Xiao Jia, you are obedient. Brother is going to buy medicine for you. There is a 24-hour pharmacy at the door. I will run out and be back in less than 10 minutes."

Song Mo simply hugged him with both hands: "I don't want you to go, I want you to accompany me."

Qin Lang sighed and said, "Then I'll go get you a cup of hot water, okay? Just stay at home and don't go anywhere."

Song Mo was reluctant to let go of his hand.

Qin Lang heaved a sigh of relief, turned around and went to the kitchen to boil hot water, thinking that the pharmacy now seems to be able to deliver food to his door, so he quickly bought a box of cold medicine with his mobile phone.

What he didn't expect was that after 18 years, the guy's problems were still exactly the same after he got sick.

Help him get up to drink water, but if he doesn't drink it himself, he insists on leaning in his arms and letting the other party feed him.

It will be even more exaggerated when the medicine is delivered to the door.

"Xiaojia, take the medicine quickly and sleep well, and you will be fine tomorrow morning."

Song Mo's eyes were half-opened and half-closed, and he said in a low voice, "I don't want to take medicine."

Qin Lang laughed: "Why are you so grown up, and still afraid of taking medicine like when you were a child, and this medicine is not bitter."

Song Mo said: "I want big brother to feed me."

Qin Lang was taken aback for a moment, and then he came to his senses. Song Yingdi was in a daze with a fever, thinking that he had become a child, so he acted like a baby one by one.

He shook his head amusedly, and lifted the man up to lean on his shoulder.

A few months ago, when the other party was a child, he could easily hold him in his arms, but now he can barely let the other party lean on his shoulders.

He put the pill into the other's mouth, and passed the water glass to his lips.

Although the fever was dizzy, the other party was still very cooperative and obediently swallowed the medicine.It's just that he didn't lie down honestly, and he still had to lean on Qin Lang after taking the medicine.

"Go to sleep."

"Big brother, I feel bad, you hug me."

Qin Lang: "??"

This is really a ten-year-old Song Xingjia.

Well, a ten-year-old Xiaojia who is 1.8 meters and weighs more than 100 kilograms.

But because the other party is Song Xingjia, in his heart he is the little brother he loves, just like his older brother in his 30s, he is still his own dear brother.

And for Song Xingjia, he loves Song Xingjia even more.

Thinking of Xiao Jia in the past, if she was sick and uncomfortable, she would cling to herself like this.

He patted each other's shoulder with a smile, and said: "You lie down first, big brother goes to wash up, and I will accompany you right away."

"Then hurry up."

"Row."

Qin Lang washed up casually, and hurried back to the bedroom.

Climbing on the bed, he didn't forget to reach out and touch Song Mo's head, and found that the heat seemed to be a little lower, and asked softly, "Xiao Jia, are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

As soon as Song Mo heard his voice, he immediately turned over and came to his side, stretched out his arms to hug him, and then shook his head: "I'm still a little dizzy."

Qin Lang nodded, after all, there was a patient beside him, and he couldn't judge how sick he was.He didn't dare to fall asleep right away, so he just let the other party hug him, dimmed the desk lamp, reached out and touched his head and said, "Go to sleep, big brother is here."

Before the two of them slept, Song Mo was quite polite, at most he leaned on his neck and put his hands on his waist in his sleep, but now because he felt that he was the child loved by his big brother in his memory, he no longer had any scruples. Not only should Qin Lang be hugged with both hands and feet, but the other party should also hug himself.

Qin Lang, who was holding the 1.8 meter and over 100 kg child: "..."

Just the sweet burden at that time.

After 18 years, Xiao Jia has not forgotten himself, and still regards himself as a close big brother. What else can he be dissatisfied with?

The next morning, Song Mo opened his eyes and felt the emptiness around him. Suddenly, he broke out in a cold sweat, sat up and shouted, "Big brother!"

Could it be that last night was just a dream?

"Xiao Jia, are you awake?" Qin Lang poked a smiling face from the door, "I just woke up and saw that your fever has subsided, you should be fine, get up and wash up and eat breakfast."

Song Mo stared in astonishment at the familiar young man at the door, then touched his own face, suddenly, like Zhuang Sheng's dream butterfly, he didn't know whether the memory was a dream or the present was a dream.

If the memory is real, why did Qin Lang appear here 18 years ago?

If the present is real, why does Qin Lang in front of him exist in the memory of 18 years ago?

"What... what's going on?" He said incredulously, "Are you really Qin Lang? I mean Qin Lang from 18 years ago?"

Qin Lang froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "I thought you recognized me and knew what was going on." But thinking about it, after all, not everyone is like Zilin, a scientific madman with a different brain circuit, who can guess Until he is time-traveling.So he smiled and continued, "What I'm going to say next may be a little unbelievable, so you should be mentally prepared."

Song Mo nodded.

Qin Lang said: "Didn't I fall into the river as a stand-in 18 years ago and disappeared? I didn't expect it to be 18 years after I climbed onto the shore."

Song Mo looked at him inexplicably.

Qin Lang continued: "To put it simply, I have time-traveled. For you, I have been missing for 18 years, but in fact, I experienced time-traveling back then, 18 years later. So you see me, It's exactly the same as 18 years ago." He said with a smile, "Isn't it weird? If it didn't happen to me, I would never believe it."

Seeing Song Mo's dazed expression, he asked again, "Don't you believe it?"

Song Mo finally came back to his senses, nodded vigorously, and shook his head again: "I believe it."

A body not found 18 years ago.

The same person as I remembered.

There is no past on the web.

Qin Ziqi Qin Zilin's younger brother (presumably announced to the outside world).

Apart from crossing, there is no other possibility.

And all of this has a reasonable explanation.

I'm sure it's not a dream, I'm sure everything is reality, the most important person in my life came back to me, Song Mo became excited again, got out of bed with heaving chest, walked up to Qin Lang, wanted to hug him hard, but opened his arms Suddenly, there was another slight pause.

Because after waking up, I realized that I was the 28-year-old Song Mo, not the ten-year-old Xiaojia.Suddenly, I feel a little embarrassed to do this kind of action.

Especially when I vaguely recalled what happened last night, I feel even more ashamed.

No, seeing him like this, Qin Lang smiled and stretched out his arms to hug him: "Xiao Jia, brother, I'm glad you still remember me?"

Song Mo was stunned for a moment, heaved a sigh of relief, and hugged the other party generously: "I'm sorry, brother, I didn't recognize you before."

Qin Lang let go of him, as if remembering something, asked: "Did you lose your childhood memories before?"

Song Mo stared at the other person's face, nodded and said: "Well, I also drowned in the year you left, and I don't remember the past when I woke up."

"I knew it was like this." Qin Lang nodded clearly, and said with a smile: "When I disappeared, you must have been very uncomfortable. It's good not to remember."

Song Mo smiled wryly, and shook his head calmly.

If you can choose, never choose to forget even if it is painful.Because only he knows that although he has no painful memories, in the past 18 years, he has never been really happy.

Fortunately, his big brother and memories are back.

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