Fast Time Travel: The Hypnotized Demon

Ning Haige slept soundly for the first time in months.

After waking up, the whole body seemed to be reorganized and full of strength.

The light in the morning is gentle and beautiful, and the fine dust floating under the light seems to be shining brightly, and the mood gradually improves.

Ning Haige lay on the bed, relaxed his body and mind, and let out a soft breath.When he opened his eyes again, he saw the jade-like faces of the people around him.

"Good morning." He said softly.

In the morning light, Ning Haige, wearing a mask and a wig, bought soy milk at a nearby breakfast shop, then hurried back to the apartment.

He closed the door, and before he had time to change his shoes, he discovered something was wrong from his own apartment where he could see everything at a glance.

The bedroom door was opened.

Ning Haige put down the soy milk and approached the bedroom, and sure enough, the person on the bed had disappeared.He sat on the edge of the bed, a little dazed.

The whole room was very quiet, quiet enough to hear the long undulating breathing.

breathe?

Ning Haige reacted very quickly and turned back to the other side of the bed. The person he thought disappeared was half lying on the ground with his clothes on, still in a deep sleep.

Rolled out of bed?Ning Haige looked at the lifted quilt, and crossed out the guess.That could be waking up and falling asleep again.

Ning Haige suddenly remembered that he hadn't eaten for more than fifteen hours, he must have woken up from hunger.Although he didn't hold out hope, Ning Haige reached out and shook the sleeping young man.He also tried to wake up the other party yesterday, but no matter how much he called, the other party never woke up.

To Ning Haige's surprise, this time, he just shook the other party, and the young man responded.

It is obvious that the eyelashes are trembling with great difficulty, as if they are about to open.Ning Haige squatted beside him and waited patiently, but saw the young man's eyes lazily opened a crack, and then closed again.

Ning Haige: ...

As if feeling Ning Haige's helplessness, the young man's eyelashes tried to shake and shake and shake, and finally opened slowly.

The washed eyes slowly opened like a picture scroll, and his eyes were filled with all the beauty.Just like Bandari's "Morning", in his eyes, Ning Haige seemed to hear the joyful chirping of birds, the slow sound of morning dewdrops, and the gentle glow of the sky.

The young man blinked his black eyes, which were like autumn waters and distant mountains, and opened his mouth softly.

"I'm very hungry."

Ning Haige woke up from the young man's eyes. Hearing what the other person said, he got up and went to the kitchen to make porridge.Looking at the mushy thing in the pot, he hesitated to consider whether the young man would dislike this question.

Before he hesitated whether to pour it out, the young man who followed looked at the contents of the pot, and then at him: "Do you want to make porridge?"

Ning Haige nodded.

The young man touched his stomach: "How long will it take? I'm so hungry."

Ning Haige made a gesture.

"Seven minutes?"

Ning Haige nodded silently, suddenly thought of something, went to the door to get soy milk, and handed it to the young man.

"Shall I drink soy milk first? But there is only one serving of soy milk." The young man looked at the kitchen, took two small bowls, divided the soy milk into two portions, poured them into the two bowls, and picked up his own portion drank up.

Ning Haige was stirring the porridge, quietly staring at the young man who was sipping hot soymilk from the corner of his eye, his gaze paused for a while when he glanced at the portion reserved for himself, and the breath around him couldn't help softening again and again.

The young man is not the same as he thinks in the worst direction. It can even be said that as long as the young man radiates a little kindness, Ning Haige will infinitely expand this kindness and the beauty of the young man.

But Ning Haige himself didn't realize this.

He just rarely watched the young man nervously put the porridge into his mouth, afraid of waiting for a frown or a bad comment.

Will it be hard to eat?Not to mention him who often drinks porridge, even ordinary people would not think that porridge without any side dishes would be delicious.

It must be terrible.Ning Haige lowered his eyebrows, absently spooning the porridge in his bowl.

The young man quickly finished his porridge. He licked his tender red lips, touched his stomach, and looked at Ning Haige expectantly, "Is there any more?" Although a little embarrassed, the honest young man said, "I didn't drink up."

Ning Haige was stunned for a moment, got up and went to feed him again, then stared at the young man who finished drinking and pursed his lips in satisfaction, a small unilateral dimple appeared on his right cheek, very cute.

Ning Haige's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly calmed down with his own efforts.In order not to keep looking at the young man unconsciously, he began to think about other things and divert his attention.

Soon, he remembered the origin of the youth.

Ning Haige suddenly remembered that it was obviously unreasonable for a stranger to sleep in his home for a night and eat breakfast.So with a sullen face, he began to question the young man.

The young man sat obediently on the stool, watched as Ning Haige brought a writing board out of nowhere, moved a stool to sit opposite him, and started writing.

【Who are you?Why did you pass out at the door of my house? ] Ning Haige asked the most relevant question to him. He originally wanted to write about the door of the apartment, but he changed it to the door of his own house for some reason.

Well, he picked it up from his own door.

The young man looked at him in confusion for a while, before his brain could react, he subconsciously took out his pockets, but of course he found nothing.

"I don't know, hey, don't you know who I am?" The young man tilted his head and looked at him with a natural look.

Selling, selling cute is foul!

Ning Haige gritted his teeth, tensed his facial nerves, and tried his best to make himself look cold and inhumane: [Of course I don't know who you are, why, are you trying to pretend to have amnesia?Are you still telling me that my head hurts, maybe I got hit? 】

The young man blinked, touched the back of his head, and answered his question solemnly: "It seems to have lost his memory, it doesn't hurt, and he wasn't hit."

The young man is obedient, he can say whatever he asks, his clear and bright eyes stare at you motionlessly, Ning Haige can't hold back anymore, he can't stop being gentle, and later even worried about what happened to the young man.

The young man also tried hard to recall his identity. The careful Ning Haige noticed that he seemed to want to take something out of his pocket again and again, and suddenly remembered the clothes he had put into the washing machine.

The young man looked suspiciously at him standing up suddenly, and when he followed him to the door of the toilet, Ning Haige had already fished out a wet note from his wet pocket.

Looking carefully, there are a few lines of indistinct writing on it, probably names, phone addresses or something.Ning Haige carefully identified for a long time, except for a few useless numbers, only the last two characters of the name can be identified.

"Chang, Le?" Ning Haige pulled his hoarse voice and read.As soon as he finished reading, he realized that he had spoken, his whole body was stiff, and he didn't even dare to turn his head, although he didn't know why he was so scared.

What are you afraid of?Are you afraid that the young man will be surprised or look at him with pity or even disgust?

"Changle?" The young man read it again. Although he felt that something was missing, he repeated it several times, nodding from doubt to affirmation, "This must be my name."

Seeing that Changle's attention was not on his throat, Ning Haige was relieved.Swallowing a mouthful of saliva to moisten his throat, he tentatively said, "Then, do you want to go?"

"Are you going to drive me away?" Chang Le asked, his eyes blinked, and he said anxiously, "Well, don't you drive me away, okay? I, I must not be a bad person! I will work hard, I , I can draw, I can listen to birds singing, I can, I can..."

After clicking on the things he knew, and finding that none of them could help, Changle was stunned.The bright eyes dimmed.

He can't do housework, can't cook, can't wash clothes, can't wash dishes, can't do anything.

This person definitely doesn't want him anymore.

Baby Changle slumped on the stool.

A generous and reassuring atmosphere surrounded him.When the two of them reacted, Ning Haige coughed unnaturally twice and was about to let go.But Chang Le took his hand, manually let him hug her, put her hands around her back, and squinted her eyes slightly: "Don't let go, I feel so comfortable."

Ning Haige was bewitched by him, and when he came back to his senses, he had already hugged Chang Le to his lap, wrapping it tightly.This is obviously wrong, but the young man who is as agile as mountains and rivers naturally trusts him, not feeling anything wrong at all.

Ning Haige found that Changle's appearance was really easy to deceive. If it wasn't him who brought him home, but another person, wouldn't he be like this, like this...

Seeing that Ning Haige's eyes were uncertain, Changle couldn't help poking his face: "What are you thinking?"

"I..." Ning Haige stopped in time, he looked down at the young man who was obediently nestled in his arms, and what he touched was slippery skin, as if sucking his hand.

Reluctant to let go.

Ning Haige hugged the Wenxiang nephrite jade, and couldn't be serious anymore. He tried his best to control his voice, and asked in a low voice, "You know how to draw?"

Chang Le was stunned for a moment before remembering that he could remember how to draw.

"Actually, I think there should still be subconsciousness in your body, just like you wanted to pick out your pocket at the beginning. These consciousnesses must exist in your body, and one day it will help you remember your identity." I haven't said that for a long time. Talkative, Ning Haige endured the discomfort in his throat, and straightened out each word, "Until then, I will take you in... If anyone asks, just say you are my friend."

What Ning Haige didn't say was that seeing the young man taking out the post-it note, he was a little worried that the amnesia of the young man might happen frequently.

"Then you won't drive me away?"

Unexpectedly, Chang Le was most concerned about this issue. Ning Haige was silent for a while, and finally showed a small smile uncontrollably. He stroked Chang Le's hair: "Well, I won't be rushing."

With a "ding" sound, the computer made the sound that the file had been downloaded. Ning Haige remembered that the video he started downloading last night, it was just fine this morning.

Changle still nestled in Ning Haige's arms, watching him click on the video, and poked his head out to watch it.

"what is this?"