The alliance forced me to treat the admiral

Si Yiming was stunned for a moment at first, but after seeing the person in front of him clearly, he immediately suppressed his urge to buckle back, and was honestly pressed against the door panel, staring at him without blinking. A person who doesn't care about the hand on his neck.

Yan Chi's eyes were full of vigilance, his expression was cold, without a trace of warmth, and his muscles were tense, as if he was in a state of preparation for battle, defending himself airtightly.

Xu Shi didn't get a response for a long time, Yan Chi became a little impatient, his delicate brows were tightly frowned, and the words "Get out of me" were written all over his face.

"You can't understand people's words, right! Okay, then get the hell out of here and don't bother me!"

Just finished speaking, the hand that was pressing on the neck was released and pressed to the shoulder, and the hand holding both hands slipped slightly, and it was easy to find the position of the hemp sutra.

Yan Chi frowned, just as he was about to pack the person out of the door, the person who had been silent all this time suddenly moved.

Si Yiming had no expression on his face, twisted and pulled his wrist, and easily got rid of Yan Chi's shackles.

After regaining his freedom, his hands paused in the air, a little at a loss, as if he was worried about something, and in the end he just gently held Yan Chi's wrist.

Without much effort, Yan Chi felt that he could break free with just a slight movement.

Originally, Yan Chi was in a very irritable mood.

When I just woke up, my eyes were half-blind, my mind was in a mess, and there were all sorts of messes, and it was not a good thing.

Dirty and chaotic alleys, stale air, someone stepped on him, someone punched him...

Beaten, bullied, abused, abandoned...

In a daze, he also saw a person next to him touching him, as if doing some experiment on him.

Yan Chi didn't even think about it, he punched him like a conditioned reflex, wanting to beat him to the ground.

···It turned out that the shoulder twitched slightly, but the right hand did not lift up.

"Don't move, just lie down. You have multiple fractures in your body and a little injury to your internal organs, but it doesn't matter. It can be cured."

"It takes a long time for the bone to heal, so I can only insert some artificial prostheses in it first. Daily activities should be fine, but be careful not to exercise vigorously."

"There is no major problem physically, but your brain area has been damaged, and your mental state will be a little unstable."

"There is also a blood clot in the brain, which is pressing on the nerve, but don't worry, it will slowly dissipate, but...you may not be able to see clearly these days."

It may be that the person's voice is too familiar, and the light green mental power lingering around is very kind, which made him feel no bad feelings. Yan Chi lay down in the treatment cabin obediently, and was honest for a while.

... But it didn't take long to be honest. After waking up, he drove everyone out, and his tone was too aggressive.

It's not that he's emotionally unstable.

When I woke up, I was in a strange environment, a strange person, a tingling and stagnant feeling in my body, my mind was dizzy and swollen, and I couldn't think of anything.

What kind of place is he now?

Are these people who treat him enemies or friends?

The filthy memories left in his head had only taught him one thing - not to trust anyone.

No matter how gentle and harmless he looks, there is no guarantee that he will stab you in the back in the future.

--Insecure.

When he feels that he has no sense of security, Yan Chi will shrink himself in a fairly familiar place, stay alone quietly, don't let anyone bother him, and let him accept this horrible reality by himself.

If someone bothers him at this time... all of them will be blasted away, the farther the better, unless this person is masochistic and wants to stay and give him a free sandbag.

But what was amazing was that the inexplicable person in front of him not only didn't say anything, but also broke away from him without a word, but he felt that his tyrannical mood had weakened a little.

It may be that the strength of holding his wrist is too gentle, and there is some restraint in the intimacy, which makes him feel that the other party is a little cautious, as if afraid of hurting him.

So Yan Chi asked another question patiently: "Who are you?"

Si Yiming stared at Yan Chi, pursed his lips, his gaze flickered.

You forgot about me?You lost your memory?Are you hurt?Is it bad? ···

A series of questions flashed through my mind, but in the end there was only one sentence that came out of my mouth - "Are you... all right?"

······

Yan Chi took a deep breath.

Does this person have a bad brain and can't understand people's words?

Yan Chi squinted his eyes, trying to judge whether this person was playing with him through his micro-expressions, but unfortunately the hardware couldn't keep up, his eyes were blurred, there was a vague outline, and he couldn't see anything else clearly.

He gave a "tsk" and said, "It's still okay, it's not dead, who are you?"

The words "I am your son" lingered around Si Yiming's mouth for a few times, but he still didn't say it in the end.

Since being adopted by Yan Chi, Si Yiming has been reluctant to admit that he is his son.

When I was young, it might have been purely because of rebellion - I had biological parents, why would I call someone who is not related by blood a father.

After growing up, although some feelings have changed, the fact that he doesn't want to admit that he is his son is still the same as before.

so···

How should he introduce himself now.

Si Yiming fell into deep thought.

—I am your partner?

He still doesn't know what Yan Chi's situation is now, if he can remember everything in the future, then he is digging a hole for his future self by saying so now.

- I'm chasing you?

Heh, there is no need for the future, and now he may be sent to the intensive care unit by his "father" whose strength exceeds the standard.

There was silence for a while.

This kind of silence exhausted Yan Chi's rare patience.

"Okay, you go out."

The tone was perfunctory and very impatient.

The hand holding his wrist trembled slightly, as if he had finally regained his senses.

"Maybe you won't believe it..."

The deep voice was a little hoarse, a little ambiguous, a little tender, but for some reason, Yan Chi could hear a little depression from it, as if he had been abandoned.

"But in every sense, I'm the closest person you have in this world."

Si Yiming stared at Yan Chi's face carefully, not missing any details.

He is Yan Chi's adopted son, and the only family member related to Xing Ji.

And he is not yet an adult, according to the established contract, the adoption relationship has not been terminated, so he is Yan Chi's closest person.

——There is nothing wrong with this sentence.

Yan Chi was stunned for a moment, his eyes slightly opened, a little stunned.

It was rare to see such an expression on his face.

But only for a moment.

"How to prove it?" Yan Chi looked at him, narrowing his beautiful peach eyes slightly.

"You said you are someone close to me, how can you prove it?"

Si Yiming was not surprised by this development, paused deliberately, and said slowly: "I don't know how to prove it, but I know your matter well, if you think this proof method is credible, You can ask me some questions about you and see if I can answer them."

"Oh, my business? I can't even remember my business." Yan Chi said sarcastically, with a cool tone.

That's what he said, but Yan Chi closed his eyes and recalled it for a while, and asked a few questions tentatively with what kind of thoughts he had in mind.

"What color do I like?"

"I don't have a specific preference, but I prefer black and white gray navy blue indigo."

Yan Chi thought about it, and it seemed that he did prefer these colors to other colors.

"My favorite food?"

"Sweets, especially cocoa powder and chocolate." Si Yiming answered very quickly without any hesitation.

Yan Chi raised his eyebrows upon hearing this.

This is true, and in my memory, I don't seem to have revealed this on purpose, and I haven't told anyone.

So... the person in front of him might really be someone close to him?

There was a gap in my heart, but it still didn't show on the surface.

Yan Chi continued to ask calmly.

"my hobby?"

"Disassemble and install various parts, design mechs and weapons."

"Mecha? Me? Design?" Yan Chi frowned, looking a little confused.

Si Yiming paused.

Is the memory loss so severe?Forgot even this?

Si Yiming hesitated for a while, then continued: "Well, you are one of the top mecha designers in the entire military, and you designed my mecha too."

"I don't have any impression..." Yan Chi murmured, put down his hand unconsciously, put his hand on his chin and thought for a while: "But it doesn't sound bad."

Yan Chi chuckled, even he didn't know why, his mood that was still very bad before inexplicably changed a lot.

The light-colored pupils are full of subtle smiles, the beautiful peach eyes are slightly raised, the light-colored lips are raised in a beautiful arc, the indifferent aura is weakened a lot, and the whole person seems to have warmth.

Si Yi Ming was silent.

···So in Yan Chi's subconscious mind, mechs and weapons are still the first.

Then a few more questions were asked.

Even Yan Chi himself didn't know some questions, but the person in front of him answered them all, looking very determined and calm.

Yan Chi stood where he was, with his eyes closed, trying in vain to find information about the person in front of him from his messy mind.But he struggled for a long time, and finally came to the conclusion that there was no such person.

Si Yiming stared at him for a long time, with secretive eyes, and asked slowly.

"Can I ask you a question?"

Yan Chi raised one eyelid and said lightly, "Say."

The tone has slowed down a lot, at least not as cold as it was at first.

"You..." Si Yiming hesitated, "Do you remember Siming?"

Yan Chi frowned, thought for a while, then shook his head: "I don't remember."

"Really..." Si Yiming breathed a sigh of relief.

I don't know what to feel in my heart, a little lost, but more fortunate.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, it's just a deceased friend. I want to roughly estimate the damage to your memory."

From the voice and tone, Yan Chi keenly sensed that something was wrong with the person in front of him, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

However, he has always disliked interfering in other people's affairs, so he did not pursue further.

He continues to integrate the existing information in his mind.

The person in front of him knows himself very well, as if he has lived with him for many years, and he knows very clearly about many small details.

But in memory, he seems to have been wandering alone for a long time, living in no fixed place, and being at ease with the situation.

Suddenly, he thought of a possibility.

"When is my birthday?"

Si Yiming was still immersed in the thoughts just now, without thinking about it, he immediately replied: "March 3."

The air was silent for a moment, and something was wrong with the atmosphere.

Si Yiming looked at Yan Chi's eyes that suddenly turned cold, and immediately returned to his senses.

He suddenly remembered that this birthday was not Yan Chi's real birthday, but the birthday set by his biological father - Siming for Yan Chi!

"How do you know when my birthday is." The light-colored eyes were cold, and the warmth just now was gone.

He has been wandering outside since he can remember, and he doesn't even know about birthdays, so how could others know.

"I..." Si Yiming was about to explain, but was ruthlessly interrupted.

"Do you know my parents? Or..."

The corner of Yan Chi's mouth twitched slightly, drawing a mocking arc, as if he was very disdainful: "You are my father?"

Si Yiming:! ! ? ?

Wait, he can't keep up with this brain circuit!

"I'm not your father!"

"Then who are you?" Yan Chi stepped forward, aggressive and aggressive, and asked.

"I..." Si Yiming was stunned for a long time, unable to think of an appropriate answer.

"Friends, relatives, partners, family..." Yan Chi began to list them unhurriedly.

Si Yiming's eyes lit up: "I am your family."

"Family? Oh, I have no family, and I don't need family. My parents died the moment they abandoned me. As for other relatives, they have nothing to do with me."

Liangliang's voice was extremely indifferent, without any ups and downs, as if he was narrating a fact.

Yan Chi took a step back and distanced himself from the person.

"You go, don't come to me in the future."

Yan Chi turned his back, trying to make his voice sound more ruthless.

He laughed at himself.

Obviously, he has decided that even if his biological parents or other relatives do come to him, he will cut off ties with them, and there will be no further ties.

But when he remembered that this person had just mentioned his hobbies and habits in detail, he actually felt a little "unbearable".

The person who treated him before told him that he is now in a state of amnesia, which means that compared to the memory in his brain, this time period is the future.

In other words, his future self allowed this person, who might be one of his relatives, to live with him, seemingly very intimately.

Tsk, how could I be so soft-hearted.

The people behind didn't move, neither left nor continued to say anything, just stood still and remained silent for a long time.

But Yan Chi could feel a scorching gaze lingering on him.

After nearly a minute, Yan Chi couldn't take it anymore, and said harshly: "Get lost! I don't want to see you!"

Yan Chi told himself repeatedly in his heart that he couldn't be soft-hearted.

Even if he matures in the future, he can accept it, but he still can't accept it now.

Childhood experience is like a scar, it won't hurt if you don't touch it, but the appearance of this person is like a knife, and the scar is opened abruptly, and blood is dripping immediately.

After a while, the sound of footsteps came slowly, calm and firm.

A pair of hands came up from behind and hugged his shoulders vigorously.

"I'm not your relative, I'm your partner, your lover."

"And your new family."

The author has something to say: Let me know, if you finish expressing your love today, someone will forget it tomorrow.

Well... this is a process of constantly refreshing the copy.

Finally, when my brain healed, I thought about it together.