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Song Changxiu hadn't fallen asleep for several nights.

No, it cannot be said that he did not fall asleep, he just fell into a strange, half-dream, half-awake state.

It was a dense fog, very thick, very thick, as if it could cover everything in the world.

All he could see was such a dense fog.

He seems to be able to hear a person's voice, but it seems he can't, that voice is very ethereal, he seems to have really heard that voice, but that voice has not left any memory in his mind,

Even though he tried desperately, hard, very hard to remember that voice.

But he can't remember, really can't remember, it's like the voice never appeared.

At this time, he would wake up suddenly, and it seemed that the sound of a bird "chirp chirp" still remained in his ears.

But Song Changxiu knew,

The voice he was trying to remember, not this one.

That should be the voice of a person in the middle age of a teenager and a young man.

Song Changxiu fell slumped on the bed, the moonbird was sleeping soundly in the nest next to the bed, Song Changxiu opened his eyes until dawn,

He didn't want to try that... feeling powerless again.

He lost a memory.

Song Changxiu was deeply sure.

He lost a piece of memory, a piece of memory that no one knew, only belonged to him, and only he himself knew.

Song Changxiu was deeply determined.

But he couldn't find this memory.

Another night, woke up from the darkness of the room, Song Changxiu sighed deeply.

He turned on the light, and in an instant the room was as bright as day.

"Chirp, chirp—" the little moon-white bird trembled and called twice from the nest, as if protesting. When it found that its mother was ignoring itself, it jumped up from the nest, protesting "Jiu chirp" .

Song Changxiu stared deeply at the moon-white bird. It has blue eyes similar to his own, but its blue is azure blue, just like the sky against the blue waves of the sea, and his own blue is As blue as the sky.

Why did I take over this little guy in the first place?

Oh, by the way, it's because of An Qingjue.

An Qingjue.

It was a person who made his heart vibrate violently when he saw it the first time. At that moment, it seemed that every cell in his body was clamoring to protect him.

Could it be that An Qingjue is the person in the dream?

Song Changxiu sat quietly for a while, and finally got up from the bed. He thought, he must be crazy, to want to see someone crazily at such a time in the middle of the night.

No matter what method you use, you can’t suppress the longing in your heart. That kind of longing is like a spark. It was just a small flame. I thought that leaving it alone would make it gradually extinguish, but I didn’t expect it would only give it room to survive. Let it become a prairie fire in the blink of an eye.

He could no longer ignore that will.

The fire was burning too hot and fierce, and by the time he realized it, he had already dressed neatly and put the moon-white bird in his pocket,

It's ready to go.

And this moonbird, of course, was the reason he gave on the surface.

Everything seemed to be going very well.

On this dark and windy night, he entered An Qingjue's room very smoothly, and saw An Qingjue who was different from the daytime.

During the day, An Qingjue always seemed to have an aura of repelling people thousands of miles away. He was always cold, as if he was guarding against the whole world;

At night, An Qingjue seemed to soften suddenly.

He was wearing a set of cartoon pajamas, with a small part of his white ankles exposed, and the lights in the room were not turned on. There was a kind of white eyes on those ankles, which firmly attracted Song Changxiu's eyes.

After a while, he took his gaze away from An Qingjue's ankle.

"Is there something wrong?" An Qingjue turned on the light, and the soft orange light illuminated half of the room. This was the light that was specially set to take care of small things. An Qingjue looked at his pocket keenly. His eyes flickered, and he said with a long voice, "—little thing?"

"Chir... chirp...?" A moon-white bird with a head protruding from its pocket opened its bewildered blue eyes, and called twice aggrievedly, "Chir... chirp...?"

The moon-white bird bit the fabric of Song Changxiu's pocket, and uttered twice in dissatisfaction.

An Qingjue looked at the little moon-white bird without saying a word, and slightly closed his eyes. He knew that this was no longer his little thing.

His little thing, never ignores him like this.

An Qingjue suddenly felt a swell of emotion, no matter what the situation, his little thing would choose him and would never ignore him;

It's not his little thing anymore.

Song Changxiu opened his mouth, looking at the disgraceful Yueyingbird, his expression was a little unsightly, An Qingjue sneered lightly, and said flatly: "It seems that you take good care of it."

Song Changxiu didn't know how to answer, so he said cautiously: "After all, this is something you entrusted to me."

"Really?" An Qingjue asked flatly, her voice was very calm, without revealing any emotions. Song Changxiu couldn't figure out what he was thinking, so he didn't dare to speak rashly.

It's just that if I knew it... I wouldn't bring this moon warbler.

Annoyance flashed in Song Changxiu's eyes, An Qingjue obviously didn't look back, but as if she had noticed Song Changxiu's thoughts, she sneered and said lazily: "This is no longer my little thing."

"So it's not bad that you take care of it."

An Qingjue said flatly, since this is not his little thing, it is just an ordinary moon warbler, and it would be great if someone can take good care of it.

"It's not your little thing anymore?"

Song Changxiu repeated it, with a little confusion in his voice.

An Qingjue didn't mean to explain, but just led him to sit on the sofa, and said calmly: "You didn't come here today just to hate the moon warbler with me, did you?"

"In the middle of the night," An Qingjue raised the corners of her lips, and looked at him with a half-smile. The corners of her mouth were raised, but there was no smile in her eyes.

Such thick black and deep eyes are like an ancient deep pool, and like every night in sleep, without waves, yet so beautiful.

Song Changxiu took a deep breath.

A picture suddenly popped up in his mind, helplessness and connivance flashed in the thick black eyes of the young man in front of him, his fingers lightly slid across his back, bringing a trembling touch;

Song Changxiu stood up abruptly,

He looked at An Qingjue, a pair of deep blue eyes stared at An Qingjue tightly, maybe it was because An Qingjue looked too heart-wrenching at this time, maybe it was just the special charm of the night, he opened his eyes slightly mouth, he said: "I'll be your little thing, how about it?"