Boyfriend came to the door after amnesia

The car drove all the way to the old city, and then stopped in front of an alley with seven turns. As soon as the two got out of the car, the driver turned around and left in a hurry.

No wonder the driver was afraid. Song Ci took advantage of the moonlight to look at the dilapidated scene around him. This area was full of old bungalows with big demolished characters written on the walls. Except for the old people who wanted to save money and didn’t want to move out, There are not many people living here, and it is a bit too quiet in the middle of the night.

Song Ci, who had just experienced a ghost event, was now extremely timid. He leaned close to Zhong Jiuli, grabbed his arm, and said with fear, "Where is your home?"

Zhong Jiuli rolled his eyes, and he raised his hand to point. Song Ci looked in the direction of his finger. It was an old house of some years, surrounded by white walls and black tiles. See the ginkgo tree in the yard.

Song Ci couldn't help urging: "Let's go in quickly."

Zhong Jiuli nodded and walked towards the door, but the door was unlocked and opened with a push.

In the yard is an encircling ginkgo tree, with a thick and straight trunk and full of green shade. There is a deck chair under the tree, and there is a pool next to it, which contains several half-closed water lilies and a few koi Wandering in it, it looks like someone lives there.

Song Ci couldn't help asking, "Do you usually live here?"

Zhong Jiuli shook his head and walked towards the house.

The fat sparrows strutting under the tree are pecking at the fallen fruits, and they will not avoid them, as if they are not afraid of people.

After entering the house, Song Ci's tense nerves finally relaxed. He knelt down and stretched out his hands to push away the fruit in front of the fat sparrow, and said with a smile, "Is your sparrow too fat to fly?"

As soon as the words fell, the sparrow flew up with a flutter, and even flew to his head, walking back and forth in arrogance and arrogance.

"You're fat! You're the one who can't fly!!"

The sudden voice made Song Ci stunned. Zhong Jiuli, who walked to the front of the house, stopped and looked back at the sparrow on Song Ci's head, "An Yan."

The sparrow flew into the air, and then turned into a young man and landed on the ground.

He crossed his arms angrily, looked at Zhong Jiuli, and said in a vicious voice, "I haven't come back for so long, and when I came back, I brought a fool back!"

After the shock, Song Ci regained his composure. He looked at the young man named An Yan, then at Zhong Jiuli, and said in a stuttering voice:

"He He......."

An Yan stared at him with round eyes and shouted: "He, he, what, what!"

Zhong Jiuli looked at him, and there was a warning in his words: "Anyan."

Song Ci came to his senses, he couldn't help stretching out his hand to pinch An Yan's chubby cheek.

After An Yan turned into a human form, his body was thin, but his face was still fleshy, and his voice was still full of childish milkiness. When he was pretending to be fierce, he was more like acting like a baby.

An Yan opened Song Ci's hand angrily, and pecked him like a sparrow.

Song Ci was not annoyed, he was laughing and fighting with An Yan, and after a while he flew up to the tree in anger.

Song Ci smiled, and walked into the house full of curiosity. Halfway there, he remembered that there was still a bag of candy in his backpack, so he turned it out and put it on the chair under the tree.

After he left, the little sparrow flew down again.

As soon as Song Ci entered the room, he asked, "Is that little sparrow raised by you?"

Zhong Jiuli shook his head, "My mother rescued him."

Song Ci nodded, glanced at the yard, and asked softly, "Is it a monster?"

Zhong Jiuli shook his head: "No."

Song Ci looked curious: "Then what is he?"

Zhong Jiuli paused for a while, then said, "Shen Beast."

"Pfft-"

After entering the room, Song Ci tried to make a few calls to Yan Wendao, but the phone was always turned off, so he had to temporarily suppress his doubts.

He cast his eyes around. The house seemed to be old. Not only the walls were yellow, but even the furniture was very old. It seemed that no one had lived in it for a long time, but it was obvious that someone came to clean the house from time to time. Although it is a little dusty, it is not dirty.

Zhong Jiuli fetched a basin of water from the well in the yard and began to clean.

Seeing this, Song Ci got up a little embarrassed and wanted to do something.Zhong Jiuli raised his chin, and the dim light fell on his face, forming a golden light on his face. His already deep eyes were now even more hidden in the darkness, and the long eyelashes were also on his face. There are two shadows cast under his eyes, making it difficult to see his eyes clearly.

"Sit."

He left a sentence calmly, left Song Ci on the spot, and started to work on his own.

Song Ci stood there in embarrassment, feeling that this person was a bit ignorant, so he simply sat back and watched Zhong Jiuli work. He was a little uncomfortable at first, but then he saw the gods.

Zhong Jiuli has a good skin, and his movement and stillness are like a painting. When he is working, his brows are slightly frowned, and his expression is as stern as ever. If you only look at his face, you may think that he is dealing with some important matter, but he is just cleaning the glass .

After cleaning the house, Zhong Jiuli was also sweating a little. He walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and after waiting for a while, no hot water came out. Also, the water heater was almost as old as him. It's already broken.

Zhong Jiuli turned expressionlessly and walked out. Suddenly, he remembered Song Ci in the living room.

He paused, turned into the kitchen, the induction cooker was still working, Zhong Jiuli boiled several pots of hot water, carried them into the bathroom and poured them into the bathtub one after another.

Song Ci thought he was going to take a bath, so he didn't think much about it. He sat on the sofa crookedly, looking at the deserted moonlight outside the window, feeling a little dazed, but he didn't think it was too incredible.

Although before today, he always thought that his uncle, Yan Wenwen, was a magician.

Although he never believed in these strange things, but when he saw them, he was not too surprised.

As if these things existed in the first place, and he could see them in the first place.

Thinking of this, Song Ci couldn't help but tighten the amulet on his chest again. Obviously, Yan Wenwen knew something. If Yan Wenwen knew, then his father couldn't possibly know nothing.

He turned over and sat up, took out his mobile phone from his pocket and was about to call Song Yaoze, when Zhong Jiuli stood at the bathroom door and called him, "Come and wash."

Song Ci was taken aback, and looked at Zhong Jiuli with his mouth open in surprise.

Zhong Jiuli seemed to get a little bit of fun from his stupid look, he stretched his eyebrows and eyes, and there was a smile on his face, Song Ci couldn't help seeing the gods, until Zhong Jiuli came to him, he hurried Came back to God, "Aren't you washing?"

Zhong Jiuli pointed to the well in the yard, didn't say much, and went straight out. Song Ci watched him bring up a bucket of water and take off his jacket and trousers. It was white, shrouded in moonlight, exuding a layer of gleaming light.

It's just that a hideous scar suddenly appeared on his chest.

Song Ci's heart skipped a beat, and tears almost fell down. He didn't recover until Zhong Jiuli took a shower.

——What happened just now?

Zhong Jiuli picked up the towel placed on the rattan chair, wiped it briefly, put on clean clothes and entered the room. Seeing Song Ci still sitting on the sofa, he couldn't help but frowned, "Why don't you wash it?"

Song Ci felt a strange feeling in his heart, he couldn't explain it, he just felt that Zhong Jiuli's behavior revealed weirdness everywhere.

Zhong Jiuli saw that his expression was different, so he took a step forward, "Uncomfortable?"

A cold hand was placed on Song Ci's forehead, and he trembled from the coldness, and then he realized that although it was midsummer, it was somewhat chilly at night, and Zhong Jiuli was still directly touching the coldness. He took a shower with deep well water, but he boiled a tub of hot water for him.

—this man seemed to be too kind to him.

He pulled Zhong Jiuli's hand away, stepped back a little, and shook his head, "I'm fine."

Seeing this, Zhong Jiuli didn't say much. He walked towards the study and said calmly, "The water is getting cold."

Song Ci was even more puzzled. You said that Zhong Jiuli did not treat him well. His attitude and behavior towards him were completely different. He sat on the sofa and pondered for a while, thinking that maybe it was Yan Wenwen who told him What? Thinking of this, Song Ci felt a little relieved, but for some reason he felt a little inexplicably lost.

He shook his head, shaking the strange thoughts out of his mind, took a change of clothes and went into the bathroom.