Today's Shura field is also very lively

The sky was gloomy, and fog hung over the horizon.

The mottled puddles on the ground are occasionally rippled by a few raindrops, blurring the outlines in circles.

The pattering raindrops have gradually stopped, only wisps of very fine rain are sparsely floating, and there is a damp rusty smell in the air.

The trousers of the young man holding an umbrella were slightly rolled up, his forehead was a little wet, and a few strands of wet hair stuck to his temples. He looked up at the man walking towards him with long legs not far away, and stopped in his tracks .

He lowered his head and took out his phone and sent a message.

The man walked towards him with big strides, without an umbrella, step by step.

Chen Qi held an umbrella, put his phone in his pocket, and remained motionless on the spot, looking calmly at the man walking towards him.

Yan Huan sat on the plastic chair and waited for Chen Qi for an entire afternoon, and was called by a group of adolescent students to sell movies all the way, and was even blown a long ironic whistle by the gloating little boy.

Logically speaking, he should be full of anger now, but for no reason, when he saw Chen Qi standing still, his heart twitched subconsciously, and his footsteps paused slightly.

Yan Huan stopped on the spot, looked at Chen Qi holding an umbrella, and said softly to the young man, "Come here, Second Lord."

As long as you come to Second Master, Second Master can act as if nothing happened.

Chen Xi didn't move, he still stood there holding an umbrella, quietly looking at the man in front of him.

Yan Huan walked slowly towards the young man, pursed her thin lips tightly, and said softly, looking extremely unfamiliar and clumsy: "Painting exhibition."

"Second Master will accompany you next time."

"Your birthday gift, the second master put it in the studio."

Yan Huan quietly looked at the young man in front of him, bowed slightly, stared at the young man in front of him, his voice was suppressed, and he said softly: "Chen Qi, go back."

Thin rain fell on the man's black hair, and it was foggy.

He looked at his little painter quietly, at the little painter who was sleeping on the narrow sofa waiting for him to come back in his most embarrassing and down-to-earth years.

The little artist who was so poor took out all his passbooks and put them in front of him with red eyes in disarray, even fearing that it would not be enough, he secretly smashed the piggy bank that usually held small change.

The little painter who walked into his world step by step, held a paintbrush with a smile and love in his eyes, and only dared to say to him softly and softly while he was asleep: "Second Master, I love you."

Yan Huan's eyes softened, and he raised his hand, wanting to touch the young man's face with his fingertips, wanting to raise his hand to pin up the wet forehead for the young man.

This man who has never known what gentleness is, and is full of hostility.

For the first time in his life, he stood stiffly and clumsily in the rain and raised his hand, and said to the young man in front of him in a low, unfamiliar voice, "Chen Qi."

He only thought his little painter was angry.

When he coaxes his little painter back, Yan's studio will be full of brushes again, and the books in his bedroom will not be full of dust.

He would lean on the head of the bed with his little painter at night, seriously explain to his little painter the analysis he had memorized, and then turn his head to look at the little painter and smile at him.

The little painter who was leaning on the bed at that time should have just taken a shower, and his hair was wet.Yan Huan would hold a hair dryer, blow dry his little painter's hair slowly, and at the same time speak ill of the little boy to his little painter.

In the middle of the night, he would lean on the head of the bed to process some documents, and with one hand free, he would loosely hold the wrist of the little artist sleeping peacefully beside him.

It wasn't until the lights were turned off in the early morning that he let go of the little painter's wrist, hugged the little painter gently and fell asleep.

But Chen Qi in front of Yan Huan just stood quietly in front of him without saying a word.

Yan Huan's outstretched hand suddenly froze in mid-air, his Adam's apple rolled a few times, inexplicable panic welled up in his heart, and his heart sank heavily.

Holding an umbrella, Chen Qi looked at the man in front of him calmly.

Before, the system was a little worried that Yan Huan in this life would not play the cards according to the routine, which would affect the mood of Chen Xi in this life to do the task, so he worriedly mentioned this matter to Chen Xi.

But Chen Qi felt very strange. He knew very clearly that in his previous life, Yan Huan was his task target, so he would read a lot of books and materials, and spend extra effort to attack Yan Huan.

His only mission in his previous life was to obtain Yan Huan's sincerity, so he could give all he could in exchange for Yan Huan's sincerity.

And in this life, his task object is Qin Heng, and similarly, he will also seriously spend his mind on attacking Qin Heng.

Whether the other party needs a good-looking skin, or love and companionship, Chen Qi will do his best to do it.

Chen Qi was puzzled by the system's worries. Why did he worry that Yan Huan would affect his mood of doing tasks in this life?

Even if the last test was difficult and he failed to pass the test, after changing the test, whether the last test became easier or more difficult, it should have nothing to do with Chen Xi.

So in this life, whether Yan Huan hates him or something else has nothing to do with Chen Xi.

He no longer has the obligation to love the man in front of him.

Their fate and relationship should have been completely broken in the previous life.

After all, no one has feelings for a paper.

Holding an umbrella, Chen Qi took a few steps back, tilted his head to avoid the man's hand, and politely said: "Mr. Yan, you seem to have misunderstood something."

"I can only repeat to you again, I don't know what you mean by going back."

After finishing speaking, he raised his head, looked at the man in front of him quietly, and said something softly that made the man's head drop: "I don't know what studio you are talking about."

"From beginning to end, from beginning to end, I didn't know you."

The young man's words seemed to be a sigh, but also seemed to have a bit of pity.

Yan Huan stiffened on the spot, his hand stopped a few inches from the young man's cheek, almost choked for breath, he moved the corners of his lips, and said in a pale and hoarse voice: "Chen Qi, don't be joking."

The man seemed to be in a trance at this moment, unable to hear or see anything, only the words of the young man buzzed in his mind, and the confusion and assumptions that came from the chaos made him confused.

He gasped heavily from his chest, bowed his body slightly, his eyes were faintly red, he stroked the face of the young man in front of him inch by inch, and murmured in a panic: "You are not Chen Qi..."

Chen Qi is not like this.

Behind the two of them, the sound of wheels crushing the waterlogged road suddenly sounded, and several black cars hurriedly stopped downstairs in the dormitory.

Liang Zhi's hands were shaking when he unbuttoned his seat belt. He suddenly opened the car door and staggered towards Yan Huan with a group of men in black behind him.

Chen Xi stood where he was, quietly watching Liang Zhi lead a group of men in black to forcibly bring the man with red eyes into the car.

On the way, the man was full of violence, like an enraged beast. Liang Zhi gritted his teeth and asked the man in black behind him to give him an injection. A few minutes later, the man passed out.

Liang Zhi supported the man, looked at the calm Chen Qi in front of him with complicated expressions, and bowed slightly.

Chen Qi nodded slightly, then walked towards the dormitory holding an umbrella.

The afternoon when Liang Zhi talked to him last time, he couldn't impress him in the end. In desperation, Liang Zhi only begged Chen Qi to tell them if Yan Huan came to him again without their backs.

At the same time, Liang Zhi told everyone in the Yan House, but under the pressure of Yan Huan, no one dared to tell Liang Zhi today that Yan Huan went to University A to look for that young man again today.

Until Chen Qi sent a message.

Liang Zhi moved the man back to the car, his expression was extremely ugly, and he said in a calm voice, "Go back to Yan's house."

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In Yan's private medical clinic.

The lights above his head were suddenly bright, and the man was rigidly tied to the operating table, and he faintly heard a few intermittent words in his drowsiness.

"It must be cured. The second master's memory is so disordered that no one can guarantee what will happen in the future."

"If the later memory goes wrong, the entire Yan family will be destroyed."

"Don't worry, we just used drugs to suppress the disordered memory of the second master, and we will observe later."

"Yes, that's right, it is to suppress Chen Xi's memory forcibly. We have been studying it since the day the second master's memory became disordered..."

The man suddenly twitched his fingertips a few times, feeling countless needles piercing his brain sharply, and a strong sense of fear surged from his limbs.

He will forget about his little painter.

They said his little painter loves him is false.

The drowsy man had a splitting headache, and subconsciously struggled fiercely with his limbs. He heard someone screaming sharply, followed by a burst of chaos.

Yan Huan felt that someone opened his mouth with a cold mouth opener, and he struggled like crazy, his limbs were pinned down tightly, unable to move, and his long legs kicked the doctor holding him down fiercely.

The three doctors didn't hold down the frantically struggling man, they could only look at each other with embarrassment, and forcibly injected the man with a tranquilizer.

Yan Huan felt that his brain was gradually unable to control himself, a heavy insensitivity and disorder hit him, his heartbeat began to speed up suddenly, and his breathing gradually became difficult, as if someone had forcibly cut his head open.

He will forget his little painter.

In an instant, the pain in his mind spread, he could hardly think of anything, he couldn't hear any sound, he could only grab the leather bed leather under his body, and scratched several places.

"Second Master, I love you."

The little painter's voice became softer and softer, and his appearance became more and more blurred.

The man was struggling more and more frantically, and heard the sound of instruments scattered on the ground.

But gradually, the sedative medicine in the man's body took effect, and all the strength in his body seemed to be removed. His body twitched violently a few times, and his eyes were red.

He will forget his little painter.

The man's consciousness gradually became dull, and he seemed to be slowly sinking into the dark abyss of pain. He raised his head, and when he suddenly lost consciousness, a tear fell on the pillow.

The author has something to say: I won’t forget Qi Zai~ I’m ready to do it hehehe

感谢在2021-03-0421:48:54~2021-03-0522:43:12期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: 3 pieces of rice;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: 9 pieces of Tangbutian; 1 piece of Weaving Dreams, Bamboo Creek, Roaring Dragon, Scallion Fish without Coriander, and [-] piece of yellow;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：闻意白20瓶；恶龙咆哮、49359137、心怀大海眼满星辰10瓶；隔壁老王XL9瓶；柠檬树下的我、符竹子5瓶；庄台其人、老书虫2瓶；风雨无阻、yuuuu、d.、一轮明月照西厢、勿萤木1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!