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Su Yiyao was woken up by the hot towel wrapped around his face.

Didn't die... no...

He clearly remembered the car accident, the dazzling lights, the loud impact sound, and the unbearable pain that followed.

The hands hidden under the quilt eagerly groped for the body, Su Yiyao carefully confirmed something.

Sure enough... this is not his body...

If it was his body, after experiencing such a serious car accident, it is impossible for him to have no damage at all except fatigue.

This is rebirth?Su Yiyao felt a little dizzy, which was a bit too far-fetched.

But then, his temple throbbed with pain, and the memory belonging to another person surged in like a tidal wave, ruthlessly blackening his impacted eyes, and his limbs became stiff and tense.

After a while, this uncomfortable feeling subsided, Su Yiyao endured the swelling pain in his brain, and began to flip through these memories.

As expected, he had "died", but the time of death was three months ago, on the way to the awards ceremony.And the original owner of this body was a young trainee of Fengtang Entertainment Company, who rented alone in a single apartment not far from the company.

Su Yiyao listened to the sound of another person walking around in the room, and wondered if there was something wrong with these memories. If there was no problem with the memory, then who would the other person appearing in this apartment now?

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and finally stopped at Su Yiyao's bedside.

"Stinky boy, why aren't you awake?" Su Cheng muttered while reaching for the towel on Su Yiyao's face.

The hot towel was unceremoniously pulled away from his cheeks, and Su Yiyao's fingers hidden under the quilt unconsciously tightened. He was nervous, but slowly opened his eyes calmly.

Su Yiyao quietly looked at the person who came, while looking for the person with the number in his memory who could match the face in front of him. After a while, he whispered with some hesitation in a hoarse voice: "Brother...?"

"Well, it's me. Brat, why don't you hurry up when you wake up." Hearing Su Yiyao's address, Su Cheng raised his eyebrows in surprise, thinking: When did this brat call him so honestly.

"Cousin, why are you here..." Su Yiyao sat up with his arms propped up, a layer of sweat broke out from his body as soon as he moved, he asked something, but his eyes looked at Su Cheng vaguely.

Since the original owner and his family were arguing about not being a celebrity, and went to the neighboring city to participate in the entertainment company's trainee selection competition by himself, the original owner and this cousin hadn't seen each other for more than four years.

The young man in front of him is tall and looks very strong, with regular facial features and a pair of thick eyebrows. Compared with the thick eyebrows and big eyes of his cousin in his youth memory, he looks even more handsome and burly.

"You still have the nerve to ask! If I hadn't come, would you have planned to die alone in your pig's den?"

Su Cheng frowned, and his voice was a little harsh. Seeing that Su Yiyao lowered his head and didn't answer, he became even more irritable as if some switch had been pressed.

Throwing the towel that was about to be squeezed into a rag in his hand on the bedside table, Su Cheng reached out and lifted the pillow to the head of the bed, frowned, grabbed Su Yiyao's shoulder, picked him up and pressed him on it.

"..." With warm palms, Su Yiyao held the glass that was stuffed by Su Cheng with both hands, looked down at the hot milk in the glass and fell silent, which really made Su Cheng right, because that's what the original body planned.

However, tough on the outside and soft on the inside, thick and thin, that's what Su Cheng is like.

Although he is Su Yiyao, he is not Su Yiyao's cousin Su Yiyao. Su Yiyao doesn't intend to explain this question. Even if he wants to explain, the current situation will only be regarded as crazy by Su Cheng...

"Su Yiyao, don't you know something? Uncles and aunts are still lying in the hospital mortuary. If they see you like this, they will jump up and beat you up!" Su Cheng remembered the scene he saw when he entered the door today , his complexion became more and more bad.

At that time, there were smashed wine bottles all over the room, and glass shards splashed everywhere. Su Yiyao was lying on the bed and fell asleep, and there was a sharp fruit knife on the bedside table. The bathtub was dripping with water.

All fools know what the people in the room are going to do. Su Cheng was suppressing the urge to beat up Su Yiyao, but at the same time he was glad that he came in time, otherwise... this brat would be gone.

However, he didn't know that the real Su Yiyao was indeed gone, and the person in front of him who was being taught harshly by him was just a stranger who inexplicably took on the shell of a young Su Yiyao.

"Do you know how many phone calls we have made to you since the accident?! You just ignored it and wanted to commit suicide! Do you know..."

It will definitely be regarded as a neuropathy...

Listening to Su Cheng's condemnation, Su Yiyao just sipped two mouthfuls of milk in silence, then stretched out his tongue to wipe off the milk stains on his lips, and then calmly uttered three words: "I was wrong."

Su Cheng choked, looking at Su Yiyao, apart from unconcealable worry, there was also an emotion called surprise. This is his arrogant and rebellious little cousin...

Su Cheng sighed suddenly, Su Yiyao's attitude made him feel like he had punched cotton, "Forget it! You'd better have a good rest, let's go home quickly, uncle and aunt are still waiting for you."

"Hmm..." Su Yiyao replied softly, and then continued to sip the milk in his hand.

Seeing his appearance, Su Cheng felt that the problem was a little serious. It seemed that his little cousin had been too stimulated this time, and he felt like he was closed to himself.

"Cousin, don't worry, I'll be fine." Su Yiyao thought about it, and then calmed Su Cheng.

"This is the best..." Su Cheng grinned, feeling that the current Su Yiyao felt really aggrieved, "I'm going downstairs to buy some things, brat, just be honest, if you dare to do something useless, look at me I won't clean you up when I come back."

Su Yiyao responded with a hum, and stopped sipping milk after Su Cheng left. After a short pause, Su Yiyao suddenly raised his head, and swallowed the milk in two or three gulps.

The warm feeling started from the stomach and dyed the whole body, making Su Yiyao feel that it feels so good to be alive...

It's nice to feel that someone cares...

Putting the empty cup back on the bedside table, Su Yiyao glanced across the wet towel on the bedside table, his eyes were full of warmth.

"Thank you..." The low and inaudible voice disappeared in the empty room, Su Yiyao slowed down, then stood up and went straight into the bathroom.

The water that the teenager used to commit suicide had been drained by Sioux City, and the floor was still a little damp, but it was not difficult to see that it had been wiped.

Su Yiyao stood in front of the mirror and looked at the person in the mirror with a serious expression. Although all this was too unimaginable, it was not so difficult to accept.

In the mirror, the handsome but slightly fat face of a young man is more handsome and good-looking than Su Yiyao's previous face.

But there are large bruises on the corners of the mouth and eyebrows, and the eyes are full of maturity and indifference that do not belong to this young man, making this immature face a bit more sophisticated.

"Don't worry, I will avenge you." Su Yiyao stretched out his hand and lightly touched the wound on his face, smiled slightly, instantly smoothing away all the awkwardness, and looking at the eyes of the person in the mirror, there was only clarity.

When Su Cheng came back with the food bag, he went back to the room to take a look at Su Yiyao. He was relieved when he heard the movement in the bathroom, and went back to the living room with his things.

Su Yiyao washed off the smell of alcohol, finally picked out a pile of "trend" clothes from the original body, put on more "normal" clothes, and then opened the door.

Su Cheng was sitting on the sofa, and when he turned around, he saw a thin boy with wet rainbow hair, a face that looked like a palette, a towel around his neck, a large bat-style T-shirt, and ripped jeans , stepped on flip-flops and walked out.

This sharp dress style made him want to read "F! U! C! K!" printed on Su Yiyao's clothes word by word.

Tsk, what a good look for nothing...

"Come here, sit here." The corners of Su Cheng's eyes twitched, he pointed to the seat next to him, and then turned his head away from looking at Su Yiyao.

Su Yiyao also knew how his current image was a huge lethal force to normal people with normal aesthetics. The smile in his eyes flashed away, and he sat down obediently without saying anything.

Su Cheng opened the food bag and took out a small plastic bag. Inside the plastic bag was a box of ointment, some other medicines for wounds, cotton swabs, etc...

Seeing this, Su Yiyao obediently moved her face closer.

"Brat, wipe your hair first..." Su Cheng looked down at the instruction manual, and took a moment to glance at Su Yiyao, still feeling that it was too hurtful.

"Okay." Kicking off the flip-flops on his feet, Su Yiyao sat cross-legged next to Su Cheng. Hearing what he said, he picked up the towel around his neck and wiped his hair seriously.

Su Cheng couldn't help but glanced at Su Yiyao again. He felt that Su Yiyao, who was honest and obedient, was a bit strange, and he felt that he was also a bit strange in rushing to help Su Yiyao buy medicine. He really should just throw the medicine to this little bastard and let him live on his own Forget it...

"Cousin, I've wiped it off."

"... Cough, just apply the medicine after rubbing it..."

Su Yiyao obediently moved her face closer...

The brat is still a brat...Su Cheng squeezed the ointment on his finger, and pressed it on Su Yiyao's wound without any politeness.

"Hiss...Cousin, it hurts..." Su Yiyao was twitched by Su Cheng's face, and couldn't help protesting, thinking that he might be teasing a little too much.

Su Cheng watched the young man's eyes flickering, and finally he was no longer lifeless, and his heart was a little loose, but the words on his mouth were not polite at all: "It hurts, I see you still fight with others in the future, if it weren't for you and others There are fights, and there is a lot of trouble, and uncles and aunts will not get into a car accident on the road just to see you..."

Su Yiyao pursed his lips. The young man had been a trainee in Fengtang Economic and Entertainment Company for four years. He was excellent in all aspects, but before his debut, he was assigned to a little music king as a backup dancer in his solo concert tour. .

Although the boy was rebellious, he was still popular among trainees of the same age. He was able to persist in the boring four-year trainee career, and his temperament was naturally not bad.

It was just a coincidence, he overheard the content of Little Heavenly King's phone call, and learned a big or small secret, the tricky thing was that Little Heavenly King actually saw it.

The boy himself didn't intend to say anything, but the little heavenly king had a guilty conscience and beat him up in the training room in the name of a warning.

As a result, this incident was filmed by someone with a heart, and it was posted on the Internet. The news media also reported it like crazy. After seeing the news, the parents of the teenager were worried about their son and wanted to see him, but they were on the way Got hit by an illegal truck.

After the young man heard the news, he couldn't bear the blow. He felt that he had killed his parents. He wanted to stay with his parents and was bored in the house for several days, and then he committed suicide...

Su Cheng looked at Su Yiyao's eyes that lost all energy in an instant and stopped talking, and withdrew his strength in his hands, and carefully applied the medicine.

By the time Su Yiyao got out of his youthful memory, the medicine had already been wiped off, and the injured place was cool and cool.

"Hold out your hand."

Su Yiyao raised his hands according to his words, revealing a pair of hands full of tiny wounds cut by broken glass when the boy smashed the wine bottle.

Su Cheng took the cotton swab and applied the potion little by little, and said, "I only took four days off this time to look for you, Su Yiyao, what on earth are you thinking? You go back to work at your age." There is still room for technical schools."

What Su Cheng said was to persuade the young man to give up his unrealistic star dream.

What the hell am I thinking...

Su Yiyao looked at the wound on his finger that was foaming under the action of disinfectant.

After a while, the clear youthful voice sounded in the quiet living room.