The emperor's loyal dog, oh, ran away?

Li Rang was still very worried about Mu Ya's body, and Mu Ya repeatedly said that he was fine, so he calmed down a little.

After calming down, there was no way to face Xiang Yaojue.

When he saw Mu Ya vomit blood just now, he was really angry...but...

Looking at the disgraced man who was still standing on the side waiting for his answer, he had never seen him like this, and he shouldn't be like this.

He obviously hasn't met him a few times, but he just thinks so.

"you……"

"I……"

The two spoke at the same time, their eyes intersected, Li Rang looked at it for two breaths and then couldn't hold back his eyes.After he averted his eyes, Xiang Yaojue also lowered his eyes, he is indeed dirty now.

Let's go first.

"Your injury... just now I..." Li Rang wanted to explain, but felt that he shouldn't explain too much, should his attitude be firmer?

He looked at the medicine that Mu Ya gave him...

Two porcelain vases, one blue and one red, turned almost black to the eyes.

He was a little confused for a moment...

He hesitated to grab a bottle, thinking about opening it to see if he could tell the difference between the two bottles.

"You haven't taken the medicine yet, let me help you." Seeing the medicine bottle in his hand, Xiang Yaojue remembered that his feet hadn't been rubbed with medicine yet.

He took another two steps closer, and raised his hand, the blood stains on his palm were mixed with the plaster, making it even dirtier.

His hand was halfway up but he couldn't stretch it out. He withdrew his hand and wiped it with his robe...it was a little bit cleaner, but it was still dirty.

"Mr. Xiang, why don't you go wash it." After he finished speaking, he couldn't help but look at his injured head again, and inevitably saw the hesitation in his eyes that didn't suit him at all. Li Rang sighed softly again. He took a deep breath: "Mr. Xiang, what you want to find is the former Li Rang, but he is no longer here. Mu Ya told me that I volunteered to help for Chaoyang... and gradually forgot a lot of things... Before Because I'm sick, I haven't done this 'favor' yet, and I may continue to forget about the present in the future."

It was the first time Xiang Yaojue knew about this matter...but in this way, a knot somewhere in his heart was opened.

Voluntary, that's what they mean by voluntary.

It turns out... forgetting the past was not an accident, but his choice?

"Including the grievances you are suffering now, everything you do now will probably be forgotten by me. They are different from you. The first time I saw them, I knew they were people I could trust and rely on...But The first time I saw you, I had only fear in my heart, and I just wanted to stay away from you. No one is really the same. Hot tea will cool down, ice will melt, and Li Let him...will die of heart. "

Losing memories is equivalent to changing a person.

If you want to say that nothing has changed, then it is probably the exchange of blood. He was willing to do it before, and he is also willing to do it now.

Chaoyang is a good boy.

He is beautiful, smart, considerate, serious... He is excellent in everything... He is even more meticulous and caring for him than Mu Ya.

Li Rang saw him fall ill once, and he would forget something every time he had an attack, sometimes more, sometimes less. He was afraid that he would forget Li Rang, so he began to record his daily life.

Li Rang was reluctant to let him continue to fall ill, he planned to let Mu Ya continue the blood exchange, it was better to come with him than to go outside to find someone.

He used them for food, clothing and housing here, and he always hoped that he could help something.

However, this body is not up to snuff, and there are very few things that can help, but it keeps causing them trouble.

"You go back with me, and I will find someone to cure you, and Chaoyang is the same. No matter what disease he has, I will definitely find a way to cure him."

Sometimes, with some words, I feel very shallow when I open my mouth. Such a sense of powerlessness makes Xiang Yaojue full of desire, depression, and nowhere to vent.

"Why don't you understand?" Li Rang told him enough and clearly enough, right?

"The person you love is me, Li let you know, what you have for him now is not love. Although you don't admit it..."

"I won't go out with you tomorrow, and you have seen my feet."

"It's okay, you can stay at home, you don't have to worry about anything, as long as you want, I can carry you on my back or hold you all the time." Xiang Yaojue answered the words quickly, who can stand being loved What about people who say no again and again?

"No, Mu Ya..."

"I promise, I won't do anything to make you feel uncomfortable, okay? You trust me."

He really doesn't have time, this time, he can't guarantee when he will wait next time, he deliberately provoked a partisan dispute, and he will become very busy in the future.

All he had to do was stand firmly on his heels. Really, he no longer had to be afraid of being caught by someone. He was not in a hurry before, but now he couldn't.

He wanted to give Li a future.

I want to create a future for them that cannot be judged by others.

"Go and wash, and then apply medicine to me." Li Rang turned over and fell asleep on the bed while talking.

He didn't want to admit that he really couldn't be cruel to this man.

Although he is grateful to Mu Ya, after getting along for so long, he also understands that... he is different from the one Mu Ya said.

As soon as this person appeared, his head began to faintly hurt again.

How could Xiang Yaojue not hear it, he agreed.

Agreed, it's good if you agree, he immediately went out and grabbed two young men to boil water for him, he took a bath, went to Li Rang's place to pick out clothes, and came back clean, the person on the bed was already Fell asleep.

He picked up the red bottle, opened it and smelled it, but he didn't have such a good nose, who could guess one or two medicinal ingredients, no more.

He didn't really want to give Li Rang the medicine that Mu Ya gave, but the ones bought outside the market might not be as good as the ones he spent all his time finding.

Although I am unwilling, this is indeed the moment...

He looked down at Li Rang who was sleeping soundly, feeling a little hot in his heart. Although he said he wouldn't do something he didn't like, he didn't say he didn't like it either.

Li Rang is right in front of his eyes, how can he bear it?

He kicked off his shoes and went to bed. He slept next to Li Rang behind him, held him in his arms, and pressed the tip of his nose to the back of his neck, carefully feeling his smell and temperature.

That warm little bit of heat made his heart feel hot.

He couldn't help but want to call his name.

"Li Rang... Li Rang..." One sound was hoarse and low-pitched.

For him, Li Rang was too subtle, invading all the memories of his life unknowingly, and he accompanied most of the important moments in his life.

This is more terrible than habit, he needs this person, he seems to be one with him, if there is less, he is not him.

He was so important to him, but he never knew it.

He thought about it carefully and understood that if Li Rang did not make up his mind to leave him one day, he would continue to be rampant for another day.

Sooner or later they will.

But Li asked him to choose such a way without room for it, to forget everything...forget everything...

"Li Rang...I admit that I was wrong, but I know that you treat him differently. I saw...You frowned, and I saw...When you kissed me in the past, it was not like this. Although you don't admit it...you just don't admit it."

He said, and kissed his ear again.

He really missed this person, and he was dazed when he thought of it.

But this person didn't miss him, and didn't even read his letters.

This Pixiu is broken, this kite is out of season, he seems to be always going in the wrong direction.

But now he is really scared, he can't be more wrong, he also wants to express himself... But he doesn't seem to have the talent to please people.

The familiar smell lingers on the tip of the nose, which is the smell that most makes Li happy and at ease.

Such familiarity.

It dispelled all the nightmares haunting him, but also brought warmth.

He couldn't help approaching that person, he unconsciously grabbed him with his hands...

Li Rang's approach made Xiang Yaojue feel sad and happy. He remembered what he said, fear... He actually used fear to describe himself.

He remembered the wound on his foot again.

No amount of apology would make up for the hurt that would not come to him.How outrageous he was to him before, Li Rang forgot, but he remembered.

He just refused to admit to such vivid feelings, that repeated jealousy and jealousy.

is love.

Really love.

"Li Rang, please forgive me? Give me a chance to make up for you, and I promise I will never be angry with you again, never do stupid things... I will never talk to you again... I will be very good to you, better than They're a hundred times better."

His voice was light and soft.

I want to tell these words to Li Rang, to that little fool who was hurt too much by him.

"You should understand those women. I never liked them, but I always worried too much before. I knew you were sad but I always thought you would understand. Until I saw you... saw you..."

He finally understood what it was like to have a broken heart.

His lover, in the arms of others, kissed by others...

He was so mad...

How has he endured it for the past two years?He was so angry that night that he was so desperate for life and death, and he insisted on leaving.

The more he thought about it, the more his heart ached.

"Eight……"

Li Rang, who was sleeping, also began to dream.

He dreamed that his lover was crying, and he was crying so aggrieved that he was waiting for him to go and comfort him.

He walked over a few steps and hugged the man, who was sobbing and talking non-stop.

He clearly couldn't see who that person was, but his heart ached so badly, as if as long as he didn't cry, he could do anything.

Although Li Rang undoubtedly did, Xiang Yaojue heard it, and he couldn't help but get closer.

"Baye..." the man murmured, his voice so gentle.

Xiang Yaojue tightened his arms, and the sourness in his heart overflowed, drowning him.

"I'm here, I'm here." It was as if a small lamp was lit in the dark and boundless night, and the pressure accumulated for too long suddenly had value again.

"Li Rang..." Sure enough, he still remembered it, even if it was just a little bit, he must still remember it.