Quickly wear it as your sister's body

Lin Ziwen suddenly frowned in pain.

"What's wrong with you?" Su Huaijin jumped like a frightened bird, and quickly dropped the script to touch his forehead, fearing that something might happen to this great god.

Lin Ziwen clenched his teeth and did not speak, but from the bite marks on his side cheek, it is not difficult to infer that he is enduring great pain now.

Su Huaijin was a little at a loss - even if he didn't admit it, the two of them got along well recently, not to mention that he always felt that the other party was like Xie Yuan's subtle feelings mixed with expectation and guilt. Looking at him now is uncomfortable, I feel very uncomfortable.

The man who was still in high spirits just now groaned softly, fell to the side with his head in his arms, and just leaned against his arms, Su Huaijin didn't dare to move, so he had to maintain a half-sitting position on the bed, massaging his body with his fingers Several acupuncture points, trying to make him relax a little.

"Headache..." Lin Ziwen turned around in his arms a few times impatiently, but the massage that was supposed to have immediate results didn't help at all. Su Huaijin hugged him helplessly, and knocked his elbow on Qiu Hongjian who was placed beside him.

This sword was still a bargaining chip he bet on when he asked for help, but the crew insisted that "Xie Changfeng" be equipped with this priceless sword, and his appeal "this is Xie Yuan's sword" was completely ignored. regardless of.

However, unlike modern people who treat "antiques" cautiously and seriously, Su Huaijin, who was still holding this sword and throwing it around casually not long ago, it is really difficult to think of "keeping it well".

As his personal belongings, he kept the sword himself after the shooting every day, and Su Huaijin just threw it on the bed—if the archaeological experts specially invited by the film crew found out about this, he might have a heart attack .

The two of them were at the bedside when they were playing each other, and now that they were making a big move, Su Huaijin bumped Qiu Hong aside, and bumped into Lin Ziwen.

Lin Ziwen suddenly became tense all over, but then he showed a more painful look, and rolled over on the bed, his hands kept groping Su Huaijin who was holding him, as if he was looking for some straw to grab.

Su Huaijin was very worried at first that he was being stimulated by something, but after the opponent's hand moved towards more and more subtle places, he suddenly came to his senses.

"Stop pretending," he slapped Lin Ziwen on the back of the head impatiently, trying to tear him off his body, "What's wrong with you, are you playing with me?"

Lin Ziwen accepted it as soon as he saw it, he straightened up with a smile, but he didn't let go and hugged the other party's hand in the chaos: "I don't believe it myself, it was so painful just now that I was about to pass out, but you used this sword Touch me, and suddenly it doesn't hurt again."

These words sounded like nonsense, but Su Huaijin was taken aback when he heard it, and even forgot to tell him to let go.

"You said..." He bit his lip and asked cautiously, "Did you recover because of this sword?"

"I don't know either," Lin Ziwen shrugged, and held the sword in front of his eyes for observation—of course, the other hand remained where it was, "Maybe...it has nothing to do with it?"

As he spoke, he tilted his head, let go and threw the sword on the bed—unfortunately, the pain that had just subsided immediately returned.

Lin Ziwen grabbed the sword again as quickly as lightning, and unexpectedly found that he was not in pain anymore, he looked back at Su Huaijin who was staring at him blankly, and said with lingering fear: "What the hell is this, how can I...? "

Su Huaijin felt that his brain was completely blank for a moment, and felt that the flowers all over the world were in full bloom in an instant, and thousands of colors that were difficult to describe rushed to his face, making his eyes dizzy.

He has always been more cautious, but now somehow he has recognized it, the intuition that made his heart pounding must be right.

"You, don't move... How do you feel, you..." He grabbed Lin Ziwen's arm incoherently, as if he was some fragile porcelain, "Did you... remember anything?"

Lin Ziwen was amused by his reaction: "What should I remember? I don't have amnesia."

Su Huaijin pursed her lips, caressed Qiuhong's other end carefully, and silently recited the incantation taught to him by Xianjun.

He suddenly had such a strong intuition that Lin Ziwen would never harm him, and felt that all his secrets could be revealed in front of this person without any reservation.

So he did.

A bright but non-glare blue light suddenly flashed from Qiuhong's sword, and a void space was opened up for no reason in the ornately decorated hotel room. Inside, the elf-like blue halo swam back and forth, bringing a dazzling beauty.

Lin Ziwen stared at this scene that was too unreal, his expression was like seeing all the groundhogs in the garden grow wings.

It is understandable, after all, the materialistic values ​​that have been pursued for 30 years seem to be broken in an instant.

"Put out your hand," Su Huaijin trembled, "Lin Ziwen, do you believe me?"

This question is unreasonable. In fact, they have only known each other for more than a month, and they don't know each other very well. Even before tonight, they can't even be considered good friends. It's a bit strange to talk about trust.

But Lin Ziwen nodded without the slightest hesitation, even though he was completely blind to the current situation, he obediently stretched out his hand.

Su Huaijin pricked his finger and dragged that bit of blood into Qiuhong's inner space.

The moment the bright red blood entered the space, it shone brightly. Lin Ziwen couldn't help squinting his eyes, and blocked his eyes with his uninjured hand, but he couldn't help but look at the scene in front of him between his spread fingers. A scene called miraculous - as a person who considers himself ordinary, such a scene is too much for him.

Su Huaijin, however, kept his eyes open without blinking. He tried his best to distinguish the surrounding environment in the dazzling light, until he saw a blue light cluster floating leisurely towards Lin Ziwen's drop of blood, his heart suddenly trembled. It was mentioned in the throat.

What this means, although he can't say clearly yet, he already has a faint premonition.

He couldn't help holding Lin Ziwen's hand tightly.

Lin Ziwen, who didn't know what happened, subconsciously shook back. The opponent's hand was delicate but cold, and the slender finger bones trembled slightly in his palm-this is undoubtedly the scene that most arouses the desire to protect.

The ball of light floated over, touched Lin Ziwen's blood drop carefully, and then jumped up like a child who had found a loved one, dancing and jumping around the blood drop, as if wanting to absorb it into the body, but for a long time Can't get in through the door.

Only then did Su Huaijin recall that Xianjun had never taught him how to recover the sealed memory.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't speak. Lin Ziwen was still looking at him inexplicably, but he was only one step away from success, but he got stuck at the most critical point.

"Ning An...?"

"You, do you remember anything?"

Lin Ziwen wanted to answer no reflexively, but for some reason, looking at the expectant and sad eyes of the young man opposite, he couldn't speak out so easily.

He could only look at each other apologetically, and felt extremely uncomfortable for his own powerlessness.

Su Huaijin sighed, forced a smile and said, "It's okay, maybe the time has not come..."

He couldn't help reaching out his hand to touch the light ball that was still stubbornly trying to merge with the blood. Rubbed lightly on the tip.

A very familiar breath rushed over.

Su Huaijin couldn't help opening her eyes wide - he won't remember wrongly, although the emotional memory of the previous life has been sealed now, but he spent most of that life with Xie Yuan day and night, this kind of familiarity is almost It feels like his own breathing, he will definitely not admit it!

So it's true...really...!

His eyes lit up all of a sudden, and he suddenly raised his head to look at Lin Ziwen who was bewildered, and he suddenly saw a familiar look on that face.

He now finds it unbelievable that Lin Ziwen and Xie Yuan are so similar, from the taste of their meals to the subtle accent when they speak, all these are clearly showing him the most impossible truth, And he has been turning a blind eye!

His hands trembled more violently.

"You... are you okay?" Lin Ziwen looked at the young man who suddenly became excited with some worry, "Could it be... did you know me before? Did I forget something?"

He knew that his memory was clear from childhood to adulthood, and he had never encountered any illness or disaster serious enough to lose his memory, but seeing Ning An's performance, he was suddenly not so sure about these things.

If not, how could he have an inexplicable sense of familiarity and protective desire the first time he saw him?If not, why is it that Ning An's personality is clearly not the type he likes, yet I can't help but pay attention to him when getting along, and be affected by his every move?If it wasn't so...why would he be overwhelmed by the great joy of finding Ning'an when he had dreamed countless times at midnight...

Did they...really know each other a long time ago?

But if that's the case, why did Ning An look like a stranger to him at the beginning? Lin Ziwen's observation ability has always been keen, he can notice that something is wrong with him, and he can undoubtedly notice the slowly changing attitude of the other party over a long period of time It seems that it was not until this evening, until just now, that Ning An was finally sure of something. At that moment, the light in the other party's eyes made him dazzled.

"You forgot," Su Huaijin smiled at him, no longer trying to pretend to be Ning An's temperament, but touched the other's cheek very naturally, the look in his eyes was full of memories and tenderness, "Lin Ziwen, you Do you believe in past lives?"

Lin Ziwen stared at him blankly, and his mouth became dry because of the feudal superstitious ideas that did not conform to the core values ​​of socialism in his mind.

"Could it be that you..." he licked his lips, feeling dizzy, "is my wife from the previous life?"

... Was it his illusion, why did Ning An's face turn black all of a sudden...?