[Quick Transmigration] On how to use the charm of personality to conquer the old attack of amnesia

Cheng Shu originally thought that Song Yimu and Bai Ci should be in City C, but he didn't expect the two to be stuck in the middle of the road.

He knew from the memory of the original owner that Song Yimu's largest stronghold was not in this city. Although there are old houses and the house he has lived in here, it is obvious that according to Song Yimu's character, it is impossible for him to The settlements and strongholds are separated.

Song Liuguang, how could he be so stupid.

Cheng Shu sighed silently, but Qiao Yu, who was standing in front of him, misunderstood the meaning of his expression, and his words smelled of jealousy, but they were surprisingly contrary to his usual appearance.

His face was calm like never before: "Song Yimu is here, don't you want me anymore?" Pass you, even if your here..."

Qiao Yu's fingers pressed heavily on the wound on his waist, and Cheng Shu's voice was so cold that Cheng Shu had never heard it before, "Did he let someone cut you bloody with a knife?"

Cheng Shu reached out to pull him, but was thrown away by Qiao Yu.

Qiao Yu said, "Song Liuguang, you are doing well."

Cheng Shu said in a low voice, "Qiao Yu!"

The man's emotions were abnormally uncontrollable, it seemed that all the negativity was stimulated by the young man's sigh just now.

Qiao Yu walked past Cheng Shu and said, "Song Liuguang, I'm tired."

The group of zombies had already squeezed through the gaps in the vehicles. At this time, they all jumped onto the vehicle like zombies and grabbed their feet.

Qiao Yu crushed the hand bones of the zombies caught under his feet expressionlessly, walked forward without hesitation, and took out a sewn scalpel from the inside of his suit, but he never used it, just coldly Kick all the zombies trying to bite him.

Cheng Shu stood there without moving, the distance between the two of them was slowly stretched, and he didn't speak until Qiao Yu was almost at the end.

It wasn't an explanation either, just a hoarse "Qiao Yu".

Not sure if the man heard it.

His ankles were already grasped by the slightly shrunken palms of the zombies, and he was also standing in the dark, a little crooked in the cold wind.His face could not be seen in the dull color, but the hand holding the handle of the knife became more and more forceful, and the knuckles protruded clearly.

The young man lowered his head, his gaze was hitting the pupil of the zombie grabbing his foot.

The body whose soul has disappeared suddenly moved in an extremely distorted posture, and then let go of the hand that was tightly pinching his ankle as if he had heard an order, and got out of the car, still in the same rusty state as before. The dead active posture slowly disappeared into the pile of zombies.

Cheng Shu silently watched the zombie go away, his fingers trembling slightly, but finally he had a smile on his face, and turned around slowly.

nobody.

No one suddenly wrapped his arms around his waist and said, "Babe, you were scared just now, hahaha, you really believed me when I lied to you."

The corners of Cheng Shu's lips were still slightly raised, but his eye sockets turned red silently.

The zombies under his feet looked so ferocious just now that they wanted to drag him down and eat them in pieces, but at this moment they all climbed out of the car silently, stood in the narrow gap and looked up at him.

They didn't breathe, only their bloodthirsty bodies stood there.

Cheng Shu's body suddenly felt dizzy, and he used his saber to support his body so that he didn't fall off the car when the dizziness was the strongest.

Cold drops of water suddenly dripped onto the roof.

The pale-faced zombies looked at the puddles of water on the roof with some curiosity, and one of them jumped up and dipped it into its mouth and licked it.

Cheng Shu staggered step by step towards the extended Lincoln. His heart was crumpled and painful like a ball of paper, but he knew exactly what he was going to do.

The two of them sat on the front seat of the car in a daze, and Song Yimu was lying on the steering wheel, and he could see the slight ups and downs of his body.

Cheng Shu came down and knocked on his car window.

no response.

The young man's face was as pale as a dead man's. He raised the handle of the saber and slammed it against the window glass. His body was not thin, but it seemed to be crumbling.

It took a while to knock on the car window before a small click sound was heard. After this, Song Yimu seemed to wake up too. He got up slowly from the steering wheel, and was still in disbelief when he turned his head and saw Cheng Shu.

The man murmured: "Liu Guang..."

Then he seemed to come to his senses, with an expression of ecstasy and apprehension. He opened it twice from the inside, but found that the door seemed to be broken and could not be opened at all, and the landing button of the window could not be pressed at all.

Cheng Shu didn't care about him, but in the dark, he saw the crack that he just smashed and wanted to hit it harder again.

It was dark before the handle of the knife hit the car window.

The young man's white shirt was covered in blood. At this time, he slowly slid down the gap between the two cars with a long knife in his hand, like a bright red butterfly falling from life to death.

Before losing consciousness, Cheng Shu thought that it was noon, and wondered if Qiao Yu had eaten well.

......

The whole body was exhausted and weak, and the young man slowly opened his eyes and found that his throat was so dry and hoarse that he could hardly even speak.

What came into the eye sockets was the green and dense stubble on the man's chin, his hands were still tightly around his waist, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and his blue and black weeks revealed a deep tiredness.

Cheng Shu carefully tried to get up from him, but a slight movement woke up Qiao Yu who was taking a nap.

The two looked at each other, and Qiao Yu breathed a sigh of relief, but didn't speak.

Cheng Shu said, "You're back."

The voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and when it passed through the throat, it was like a sharp knife cutting hard.

Qiao Yu hurriedly went to his side to get a kettle to pour warm water for the young man to moisten his throat, but his hand was held. Cheng Shu pursed his lips and looked at him motionlessly, as if he wanted to see through the soul under the skin.

It took him a while to let go, but his lips moved and closed again, and some questions that came out of his mouth were swallowed back into his stomach.

He never wanted to ask these words in his life.

Qiao Yu panicked all of a sudden, he held Cheng Shu in his arms, his voice trembling.

He said: "Baby, don't do this. It's my fault. Don't scare me, okay?"

The man's head was buried behind Cheng Shu's neck, and his warm breath sprayed on his shoulders. Cheng Shu could feel his heart beating faster and the warmth falling on his body.

It took him a long time before he sighed and said, "You are crying."

Qiao Yu refused to let his head leave Cheng Shu's body, and tightly wrapped his arms around his waist so that he could not move.

A large area was wet on the young man's shoulders.

Cheng Shu said in a low voice: "Qiao Yu, you idiot, if you cry again, you will pay me for a piece of clothing."

The man wiped away his tears, choked up and said: "I didn't cry, I thought you were dying and carried you for half an hour, and the second uncle was sweating all over."

Cheng Shu couldn't help but smile, and said after a while: "Qiao Yu, you are such a fool."

He actually knew that Qiao Yu didn't do it on purpose.

In Keynes's world, he had already noticed that the weakening of cosmic consciousness would lead to emotional instability. In the final analysis, it was just an accident, and Qiao Yu's emotional outburst was beyond his imagination.

In the space far away from the small world, Qiao Yu's body, the person who has been with him for a long time although he has never said a word, may not be able to hold on.

Thinking of this, he felt that his chest was oppressed and he couldn't breathe out. The soreness in his heart was even worse when he saw Qiao Yu apologize to him clumsily and seriously, but he couldn't find a place to vent it.

His lover can't afford to wait.

Those days when the wind blows and the grass grows, riding a horse to the vast wilderness to watch fireflies and stars in the sky may never come again.Like a dream bubble.

Breaks with a poke.

Cheng Shu wrapped his arms around Qiao Yu's waist and said softly, "Don't go."

Don't walk away from him, he has nothing left.

He had nothing left but long hours alone.

Qiao Yu didn't speak, but hugged him even harder.

The bonfire was flickering, and the light and shadow on people's faces dimmed. The smell of blood blew in the wind, and it rushed in from the tip of people's noses. Despair and hope intertwined in the darkness.

There was a low moan not far away, Cheng Shu turned his head to look, but was held back by Qiao Yu.

Qiao Yu said: "Song Yimu, don't worry, I won't die."

Cheng Shu nodded obediently.

Qiao Yu sighed, "If only you were always so good."

The young man laughed softly, and said, "You are quite demanding."

Qiao Yu said: "No way, I like everything about you."

The people over there were already fully awake, and he probably heard everything Qiao Yu said.

He said hoarsely, "Liu Guang."

Cheng Shu didn't answer, and Qiao Yu didn't intend to let go, he just turned his back to Song Yimu and was hugged by the man.

Song Yimu laughed twice, and suddenly said: "I love you, Liu Guang."

Cheng Shu's body trembled reflexively when he was stimulated by these words, this was the last instinct left by the original owner.

It's Song Liuguang, the words you want to hear even in your dreams.

Cheng Shu said in a low voice, "Song Liuguang is dead."

Song Yimu ignored what he said before, he said: "Liu Guang, I know you hate me, can you turn around and let me take another look at you."

The young man was thin, but his muscles were smooth, and he didn't react when he heard this sentence.

Song Yimu opened his mouth, his voice trembling as before: "Liu Guang?"

The young man said, "What does Mr. Song want to hear?"

Song Yimu said: "Don't be like this, Liu Guang, we were not..."

Cheng Shu laughed, "It's all fake."