Actor's Love Debt

"I'm back..." Tang Yi suddenly opened his eyes in Ye Mingchuan's arms, his eyes were faintly golden, very similar in color to the half of the demon pearl Ye Mingchuan kept in his hand.

In the dark night, these eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of mist. He looked at Ye Mingchuan without blinking for a while, and he didn't know if he had recognized the person in front of him.

Ye Mingchuan didn't dare to speak. He knew that Tang Yi was probably in a panic at this moment, but he didn't know what to do to comfort him. He could only tighten his arms and hold him in his arms.

Outside the window, the silver-white moonlight shines on the high hillside. There is only one bare unknown tree on the hillside. The evening wind blows, and the shadows of the branches sway slightly on the bare ground. After a while, Tang Yi turned his head, looked away, looked out the window, and asked quietly, "I know he's back, so what?"

Ye Mingchuan paused, all the blood on his face faded in an instant in the dark night, he couldn't answer Tang Yi's question, yes, what can he do when he's back?

He failed to save Ye An, what's more, he missed the only chance to meet him. He often felt that he was the one who killed Ye An.Without him, the child in that story should grow up slowly in this small village like everyone here, and spend this life peacefully, instead of being busy looking for it all his life like that spend.

In a trance, it seems to hear someone humming a song outside. The singing sound is distant and close, as if it came from the emptiness, and then disappeared in the emptiness.

"Hehe...hehehe..." Tang Yi's laughter suddenly sounded in his ears. His laughter was desolate and desperate, which made people unable to bear to listen carefully.

"Xiao An, he's back." So, don't be like this, okay?

"He's back?" Tang Yi's words seemed to be asking Ye Mingchuan and himself, his voice suddenly stopped, looking at Ye Mingchuan, facing him, Tang Yi said slowly: " My Ogawa will never come back."

Ye Mingchuan lowered his head to look at the melancholy and desperate young man in his arms, and stretched out his hand to brush Tang Yi's sweat-drenched hair aside. Ye Mingchuan's eyes were full of hesitation. Who is this person in his arms? who?Ye Mingchuan couldn't tell whether it was Ye An's obsession or Xiao An who had been looking for him all his life, or, for him who didn't have that memory, Ye An or Tang Yi were both the same.

Tang Yi ignored Ye Mingchuan's actions. He looked up at the bright moon outside the window, grinned suddenly, and asked, "What am I waiting for..."

There was a long sigh between his words, and the sigh of his life echoed throughout the room, turning into a dense fog that could never be dispersed, wrapping Ye Mingchuan tightly inside, making it difficult for him to even breathe .

Ye Mingchuan didn't have the heart to think about anything else, he could only comfort the person in his arms, "Xiao'an, I'm back, don't wait any longer, don't wait any longer."

Tang Yi became quiet for a moment, just when Ye Mingchuan thought he was going to sleep.

"You're not him." He suddenly yelled at Ye Mingchuan. In the darkness, he was open-eyed, like a trapped beast whose sharp nails had been clipped. He could only roar to express his despair and anger. "You're not him! You're not he—"

Ye Mingchuan blocked the sound in the room to prevent disturbing Feng Zhenglun and others who were sleeping in the east room. He hugged Tang Yi tightly, and repeated to this crazy man, "I am Xiaochuan, I'm back, Xiao An."

Tang Yi struggled in Ye Mingchuan's arms for a long time, and finally seemed to hear Ye Mingchuan's words. Tang Yi's voice suddenly dropped, and he murmured, "My Xiaochuan, he will never come back again. It's..."

"He's back, Xiaoan..." Ye Mingchuan's voice was choked up, his eyes were warm, but he was holding back his tears.

Suddenly, Tang Yi suddenly raised his head and bit Ye Mingchuan's exposed arm. He didn't show any mercy, and immediately bright red blood flowed out from there. Ye Mingchuan didn't feel any pain. One hand patted Tang Yi's back lightly, one by one, as if coaxing a crying child because he left home.

The smell of blood spread from Tang Yi's mouth. After a while, the piece of meat on Ye Mingchuan's arm seemed to be bitten off by him, so he let go of his teeth, and tilted his head back, just in time to be bitten off by Ye Mingchuan. In my arms.

He raised his head and glanced at Ye Mingchuan again. He wanted to smile at him, but in the end he couldn't make any expression. He asked him, "Ye Mingchuan, why did you come back?"

Why come back?Let him know that the person he has been looking for all his life has forgotten him and has fallen in love with someone else.

Instead of this, it would be better if he never saw him, he thought sadly.

When he died, he had just found his Xiao Chuan, and knew that he could still live well without his Xiao Chuan by his side. He thought he could be satisfied, but it turned out that he still cared.

But so what?

Tang Yi lowered his eyes, and the light gold in his eyes began to recede slowly. After a while, it might be because he was too tired. He closed his eyes, his breathing gradually calmed down, and fell asleep again, as if It's like nothing happened just now.

Ye Mingchuan lowered his head with a miserable expression. He carefully touched Tang Yi's forehead with his lips, and whispered in his ear, "I'll come back to find you, Xiaoan..."

It's just that after saying this, Ye Mingchuan couldn't help but wanted to laugh, but before he could pull up the corners of his mouth, tears fell down one step at a time, and the teardrops slid down his face until they reached the corners of Tang Yi's mouth .

He stretched out his hand and stroked the water droplets from the corner of Tang Yi's mouth. He said that he came back to look for him, but he had been in the world for more than ten years, and he couldn't even remember his name. Say this with a face.

"Xiao An, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Sorry are the most useless three words, and the only three words he can say to him now.

That night, Ye Mingchuan couldn't make himself fall asleep at all. He knelt beside Tang Yi, stretched out his hand, and traced Tang Yi's face with his fingers one by one.

After he stopped the bleeding from the wound on his arm, he didn't care anymore. He knew there would be a scar there, but it wasn't ugly. He raised his arm and lowered his head to gently kiss the wound.

He thought, he must remember Ye An, no matter what the cost.

Otherwise, he would have no way to convince himself to keep him by his side.

What Ye An wanted was Xiao Chuan who grew up with him and struggled through the years together, not Ye Ming Chuan, who didn't remember anything and would only make him sad and hopeless.

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The next morning, when Tang Yi woke up, he turned his head slightly, and saw Ye Mingchuan lying on his side, turning his face towards him.

He didn't remember what happened last night. He squinted his eyes, and the morning sun shone through the window into the room. Time seemed to be frozen at this moment, and then began to go backwards, going back to a long, long time ago. The same place, the same two people, sleeping next to each other in a dilapidated room.

But in the blink of an eye, those old pictures returned to time, and everything in front of him returned to its original state.

Ye Mingchuan seemed to have noticed something, his eyelids moved, and he opened his eyes, meeting Tang Yi's eyes.The corners of his mouth curled up first, and his brain uncontrollably said his first words this morning, he said, "Good morning, Xiao An."

Tang Yi was taken aback, it took him a long time before he answered Ye Mingchuan, "Morning."

After speaking, he sat up, packed his bedding, put on his coat, and got off the kang.Ye Mingchuan followed closely behind him, and they went out to wash and eat together.

After packing all these up, it's time to start the official work today.

It was the first time for the old people in the village to see someone filming here, so they took a bench and sat in a row outside, chatting quietly and watching their filming with curiosity.

After Tang Yi and Ye Mingchuan changed into costumes, Feng Zhenglun adjusted the camera lens and started filming the first scene of the day.

In the shabby room, there is only a table and a bed. On the table is a pot of hot tea. On the bed lies a young man dressed in brocade clothes. Fu Fei is sitting beside the bed in a gray cloth, and the person on the bed is now in a coma. Among them, Fu Fei sighed silently. He knew that it was not a wise decision to save His Highness King Lin, but if he didn't save him, he probably wouldn't have peace in his life.

Guessing that the person on the bed should wake up, Fu Fei stood up and went to the next room to get the medicine.

While Fu Fei was out to fetch the medicine, King Lin woke up. He opened his eyes but saw the darkness. He collected himself, and suddenly heard footsteps outside the house, followed by the door being locked. The sound of pushing away.

Fufei glanced at King Lin who was sitting on the bed, and said nothing, just brought the medicine bowl in front of King Lin, but King Lin reached out and caught the other's wrist, the skin on the wrist was icy cold , thin and smooth, Qin Changyao withdrew his hand a little embarrassedly.

"My eyes?" he asked Fufei.

In order to prevent Qin Changyao from recognizing him, Fufei first blinded him with poison, and then disguised himself as a dumb person. Of course he would not answer Qin Changyao's question at this time.

After a long time when no one answered him, Qin Changyao tilted his head, "You can't speak?"

Fu Fei still didn't speak, but just put the medicine bowl in Qin Changyao's hand.

Qin Changyao took the medicine bowl and didn't say anything else. Maybe the other party was really dumb, or maybe the other party just didn't want to reveal his identity, but no matter what, he couldn't ask any further questions. Saved my life.

What's more, in the current situation, it's just that man is the knife and I am the fish.

"Thank you." After drinking the soup in the bowl, Qin Changyao suddenly jumped out of bed.

However, because the injuries on his body were still not healed, as soon as his feet landed, his body tilted to the side and fell on Fu Fei's body.His two hands were pressed against Fufei's chest. Fufei was afraid that he would fall, so he clasped his hands around his waist, but he still didn't utter a single word.

This touch at least let Qin Changyao know that the person who rescued him was a man. He withdrew his hand from Fu Fei's chest and finally stood up straight.

This time, Qin Changyao knew how bad he was now. He blushed and said to the young man in front of him, "Well, I want to make things easier..."