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After Cheng Lang left, Chang Feng remained absent-minded.

The doctor gave him medicine, but he didn't feel the pain.

Changfeng remembered that the child he was so angry that he wanted to kill was the nephew of Cheng Lang's current body owner.

Changfeng sent people to check the information. The child suddenly suffered from autism after the accident three years ago, and he ignored or talked to others.I don't know if the reason for getting sick is that I frightened him at the time, or what happened.

Changfeng feels a little complicated about this.

Of course he hated this child, and even thought angrily that killing him would not be an exaggeration, but... Cheng Lang came back to life from the child's uncle, which is not the same as the child holding Cheng Lang's black box after autism Letting go is also somewhat related.

It can only be said that good fortune makes people.

But Changfeng didn't know how much Cheng Lang knew about it.

He just told Cheng Lang about the robot, and Cheng Lang didn't seem to have much reaction, which should be acceptable.

Changfeng thought about it and told Cheng Lang bit by bit.

Tell Cheng Lang that he knows he is reborn.

Tell Cheng Lang about his relationship with himself before his rebirth.

Tell Cheng Lang that he was that robot before his rebirth.

Chang Feng came out of the clinic and rubbed his face fiercely.

"Brace yourself."

Changfeng said to himself.

When Changfeng arrived at their filming location, Cheng Lang was already filming.

Cheng Lang's fighting scene is very beautiful, and it feels better than the martial arts director.

Changfeng watched almost intently.

Suddenly, a tissue was handed over in front of him, and Zhou Lin said in a teasing tone, "Wipe it, the saliva is about to flow down."

Changfeng froze for a moment, took a paper towel to wipe, didn't get any saliva, only then did he realize that he was being tricked.

Not annoyed, he just wiped his nose.

I almost forgot about the cold at first. After wiping my nose for a while, I suddenly found that my nose was even more uncomfortable. I don't know if it was a psychological effect or something, but Changfeng started wasting paper towels again.

After Cheng Lang finished filming this scene, when he walked to Changfeng to get mineral water, he looked down and saw Xu Changfeng sitting on a small bench, and the trash can half full of tissues in front of Xu Changfeng.

Cheng Lang looked at Changfeng's expression as if he was looking at an idiot: "You just went to the clinic, don't you want to buy some cold medicine?"

Changfeng was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Cheng Lang: "I forgot."

Cheng Lang didn't speak, but his face was full of: stupid.

Changfeng was a little bit excited, he found that if people are optimistic, they can think about everything is good.

For example, now, he doesn't feel that Cheng Lang dislikes him for his lack of brains, but thinks that Cheng Lang cares about him.

Changfeng smiled, his eyes sparkling: "Cheng Lang, your action just now was very, very beautiful."

Cheng Lang ignored him, turned around and left.

in the evening.

Chang Feng struggled to eat with his left hand. At this moment, Zhou Lin suddenly threw a bag of medicine in front of him.

"Eat after dinner." Zhou Lin said.

Changfeng picked up the medicine, looked at it, and suddenly thought of something, looked up at Zhou Lin, his eyes almost glowing: "Cheng Lang bought it for me?"

Zhou Lin snorted coldly and said, "I bought it!"

"Is that what Cheng Lang asked you to buy?"

"No, I thought of buying it myself."

"I don't believe it. Cheng Lang must have bought it because he was worried about me."

"Believe it or not."

Changfeng suddenly felt that the hard-to-eat food in the bowl became very cute, and even every green bean in the bowl was in the shape he liked Cheng Lang.

How could it be that Zhou Lin took the initiative to buy it for himself? Zhou Lin wished that his cold was so severe that he couldn't get out of bed.

Chang Feng thought happily.

Zhou Lin explained: "I really bought it. I went to the pharmacy to buy throat lozenges for the director, and I bought them for you by the way. I bought them for you because I was afraid that you alone would catch a cold to our entire crew. We will soon I went to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau for filming, and a cold would kill me."

Changfeng put down his fork and looked at Zhou Lin coldly: "Thank you so much, but I don't think you need to explain in such detail."

Zhou Lin spread his hands: "You're welcome, as long as you stay away from Cheng Lang."

Zhou Lin assured that none of his words were false, but when he walked to the pharmacy, he suddenly called to remind him that Cheng Lang was the one who could not catch a cold when he went to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.

Cheng Lang had just come out of the shower when he heard a cautious knock on the door.

Cheng Lang paused for a moment while arranging the towels, then he hung the towels on the shelf next to him, walked to the door, and opened it.

Xu Changfeng poked his head out: "You have been under pressure for a long time today, are you tired, how about I give you a massage?"

He raised the massage mallet in his hand and shook it.

"No need." With that said, Cheng Lang was about to close the door.

Chang Feng swiftly supported the door with his feet and squeezed in.

"Cheng Lang, I heard that tomorrow's filming will be more intense. If you don't take a good rest today, you will be even more tired tomorrow."

"That's none of your business either."

"My heart aches." Chang Feng said cheekily.

Cheng Lang: "Go out."

Chang Feng lied without blushing: "Cheng Lang, I heard that there will be thunder tonight. I'm going to sleep alone. I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep."

Cheng Lang: "The weather forecast doesn't say it will rain tonight."

Changfeng: "That's because your weather forecast is inaccurate."

Cheng Lang looked at Chang Feng quietly and didn't speak.

Changfeng: "...I, I will sleep on the ground..."

Cheng Lang still didn't speak, just when Changfeng finally couldn't stand it anymore and was thinking about whether to leave and not disturb Cheng Lang's sleep, Cheng Lang suddenly turned around and walked to the bedroom, lying on the bedroom bed with his back facing him, covering the The quilt fell asleep.

Changfeng blinked.

Is this... tacit approval?

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Changfeng always felt that after leaving the clinic, Cheng Lang's attitude seemed to have improved by more than a little.

It made him feel a little encouraged.

It also made him more aggressive.

Chang Feng carefully moved to Cheng Lang's bed, and he took out two blankets from the cabinet.One on the ground, one on the body.

Changfeng looked at the small gavel he brought over again, and asked Cheng Lang, "Cheng Lang, let me give you a massage."

"unnecessary."

"It's really comfortable. Today I watched a zero-basics teaching massage video on the Internet, and watched it all afternoon."

Cheng Lang ignored him.

Chang Feng hesitated for a while, then gently sat down beside Cheng Lang's bed with a small gavel.

He tentatively tapped Cheng Lang's shoulder, seeing that Cheng Lang didn't respond, he continued to tap boldly.

Because Changfeng's right hand was injured, he could only knock with his left hand. After knocking with his left hand for a while, he felt that his wrist was a little sore. Changfeng moved his wrist and said happily, "It's comfortable, Cheng Lang... I Let me tell you... I watched more than 20 videos today and it was absolutely professional."

Cheng Lang was silent for a while, then said, "It's uncomfortable, and it hurts."

Cheng Lang paused, and continued: "Are the 20 videos you watched only knocked on one place in 10 minutes?"

This is very embarrassing.

Changfeng held the gavel, and for a moment didn't know what to do next: "Does it... hurts?"

Changfeng put the mallet aside, and stretched out his hand to pull Cheng Lang's clothes: "...it hurts...why don't you say it hurts."

Cheng Lang: "You said you were very professional."

After peeling off the nightgown toward the back, Changfeng really found that the part he knocked on was a little redder than other places.

"...Which leg did the second shot... hit?" Cheng Lang asked suddenly.

Changfeng was stunned for a moment before realizing that what Cheng Lang was talking about was what he told him about being shot in the clinic.

Cheng Lang sat up from the bed, gathered the messy nightgown pulled by the long wind, and said, "Take it off, let me see."

Chang Feng was stunned: "... Really... really off?"

Cheng Lang: "I didn't see you hesitate when you took off my clothes just now."

"No..." Changfeng's ears turned red, "I wear ugly long johns in my trousers."

Changfeng hesitated for a while, and finally took off the outer trousers, revealing the long johns with the bear pattern printed on them.

Changfeng slept all night outside Cheng Lang's door yesterday, and was terribly frozen. As soon as he woke up this morning, he went to the nearby Chinatown to buy a pair of long johns.

Chang Feng thought to himself, if he knew that Cheng Lang would see it, he would definitely... choose a better one.

"Which leg?" Cheng Lang asked.

"Right, right leg."

The long johns are very elastic, Changfeng pushed up the long johns on his right leg from bottom to top, revealing his fair calf.

He pointed to a very faint scar on the side of the leg and said: "It's here...there is more flesh on the leg than on the wrist, no bone is injured...it's not very serious, and there are no sequelae now."

"Are there any sequelae in your hand?"

"...It's okay, I usually wear a watch, and no one can see the scars on my wrist... I can't lift heavy things, and I can't play the piano..."

Cheng Lang rearranged Chang Feng's clothes, his voice sounded a little hoarse: "It's just a robot...is it worth it?"

Changfeng smiled: "How could it not be worth it... He is more important than anyone else in my heart."

Changfeng suddenly thought that Cheng Lang didn't know that he was a robot, what if he misunderstood, he pursed his lips, looked at Cheng Lang with some anxiety: "Cheng Lang, the only person I like is you."

As if he was afraid that Cheng Lang would not believe it, Chang Feng repeated it again: "Cheng Lang, I only like you, and it has been you from the beginning to the end. I swear."

A normal person will find how contradictory what Changfeng said. One second he said that his robot is more important than anyone else, and the next second he said that he only likes you from beginning to end.

But Cheng Lang didn't seem to notice anything was wrong, he didn't know what kind of thoughts were churning in his mind, he whispered: "Go to sleep."

Chang Feng lay on the ground and turned his body to Cheng Lang's direction.

There was only a small night light by the bed left in the room.

Under the dim and warm light, Changfeng traced the handsome outline of Cheng Lang's face little by little with his eyes.

Until Cheng Lang's breathing became steady.

The night is already very deep, but Changfeng is still tireless.

He stood up and asked softly, "Cheng Lang, can I turn off the night light?"

One second two seconds.

Cheng Lang didn't answer, probably asleep.

Also, he is so tired today.

Maybe it was because the room was too warm, maybe the lighting was too warm, maybe it was the rare moment when he could be in the same room with Cheng Lang, Chang Feng suddenly felt very warm and soft emotions in his heart.

He suddenly felt a little unable to restrain himself.

He walked up to Cheng Lang lightly.

He asked softly, "Cheng Lang, are you asleep?"

Cheng Lang didn't answer him.

Changfeng's heart was beating violently, and he asked Cheng Lang softly: "Cheng Lang...can you give me a goodnight kiss?"

"...I take it as your acquiescence."

He leaned over slightly and kissed Cheng Lang lightly on the lips.

Almost at the second when he left Cheng Lang's lips, a bean-sized tear suddenly hit Cheng Lang's cheek.

"Cheng Lang... Thank you, you didn't disappear. Thank you for coming back."

"...Cheng Lang, I won't let you go like I did three years ago."

Changfeng said in a hoarse voice.

He turned off the night light, lay down on the ground again, covered himself with a blanket, and fell asleep.

after awhile.

Cheng Lang's eyelashes trembled on the bed, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

He knew it all.

Cheng Lang thought.

Xu Changfeng knew it all.