After awakening the memory of the world

When the brilliance of the Yaotai mirror faded away, the meeting, which lasted nearly six hours, finally came to an end. Ji Qingyan could hardly muster any strength. It happened to take a picture of the exit of the research institute.

In the next few hours, the photo went viral on social platforms, causing netizens to argue again.

But none of these had any effect on them, Ji Qingyan just wanted to go back to his bed and sleep peacefully, but before that, he still had things to do.

When the sound insulation was ensured, Xi Jiansong shook off the people following him and left the venue with Ji Qingyan.

Ji Qingyan seemed to relax a lot, his hands began to tremble belatedly, and Ji Qingyan shrank his fingertips a little uncomfortable.

Xi Jiansong handed the hot water bottle to Ji Qingyan, but the other party just waved his hand and refused.

Ji Qingyan leaned on the seat, and within a few minutes of resting, he forced himself to ask, "How is the teacher?"

Xi Jiansong's brows gradually frowned, he was hesitating whether to tell the truth to Ji Qingyan, but when he raised his head and met Ji Qingyan's eyes, he suddenly stopped being confused.

Maybe even too much hesitation is wrong, Xi Jiansong thought, he put away the water glass, stared at Ji Qingyan's dark eyes, his voice was calm, but with Ji Qingyan's familiar heaviness .

"Did something happen?" Ji Qingyan asked, his expression was dark, as if he was thinking about something bad, Ji Qingyan's black eyes were wrapped in burnout, but also wrapped in perseverance, his eyes The voice was a little anxious, and it seemed a little muddled.

Xi Jiansong paused for a few minutes, and replied under Ji Qingyan's tired eyes: "We found Gu Yuan, but he was seriously injured."

"Injured... very badly?" Ji Qingyan seemed to suddenly not understand Xi Jiansong's words, and muttered to himself, "What do you mean?"

Xi Jiansong's voice stopped, he didn't know how to appease Ji Qingyan, the expression on the other's face seemed to be broken by something suddenly, it seemed a little funny, but at the same time, it also made people feel heartbroken.

"It's out of danger now, don't worry, your teacher will be fine." Xi Jiansong's voice softened a lot, he raised his arms and pulled Ji Qingyan into his arms.

Ji Qingyan seemed a little dazed, as if the brain's processing and memory had all stopped calculating, and he seemed a little empty. Hearing Xi Jiansong's comfort, he knew that sometimes the power of words is also fragile.

"Can I...can I go see the teacher?" Ji Qingyan asked hesitantly.

"It's better not now," Xi Jiansong caressed Ji Qingyan's back: "You need to rest now, trust me, your teacher will be fine, and we can go to the nursing home after Muting issues a pass order .”

"But I'm worried," Ji Qingyan said, his expression was dark and he blamed himself: "If I can become stronger..."

His voice was choked with pain, Xi Jiansong could feel his chest being soaked by warm tears, Ji Qingyan didn't speak anymore, but his eyes, which were already dark, were sunken in the silt.

Ji Qingyan showed his pain, but Xi Jiansong accepted it all.

"It's clearly not your fault," Xi Jiansong said, "If you blindly pursue the strength of your power, you will only lose your direction. I believe Yuan Gu would not want to see you blame yourself like this."

Xi Jiansong raised his left hand and rubbed Ji Qingyan's head, the corners of his lips slightly raised: "You did a really good job today, do you want any rewards?"

"I'm not a child." Ji Qingyan said in a slightly nasal voice, still a little awkward, and still buried his head in Xi Jiansong's chest.

Xi Jiansong couldn't help but said, "I know you're not."

Ji Qingyan raised his head, the tip of his nose was a little red, and even his earlobe seemed to be bleeding, Ji Qingyan said in a muffled voice, "Then can I keep it?"

"Of course," Xi Jiansong said, his tea-gold eyes were a little gentle, the distance between the two parties had already crossed the safety line, Xi Jiansong tightly wrapped his arms around Ji Qingyan's waist, and they involuntarily exchanged a A passionate kiss.

But it was obvious that Ji Qingyan couldn't take it anymore, he looked a little pitiful, and wanted to reject the other party's tenderness, but Xi Jiansong seemed to want to carry the comfort to the end, and hugged Ji Qingyan a little eagerly.

"...that's enough," Ji Qingyan's voice was hoarse, and crystal tears welled up from his eyes, but he didn't let go, but just clasped Xi Jiansong's shoulder tightly with his hands.

The fading light of the Yaotai mirror flashed across the flying window, and the villa area under the dim light seemed silent, and the eyes hidden in the darkness seemed to disappear. Xi Jiansong returned to his residence with Ji Qingyan, who had fallen asleep in his arms .

Different from the house where Ji Qingyan lived in a hurry before, this place looks a little warmer, and the layout is exactly the same as Ji Qingyan's residence. If the other party is still awake, you can definitely see that Jian Jiansong is decorating according to his modules. of.

Ji Qingyan was still scribbled on the white shirt that Xi Jiansong had put on, and the mottled hickey marks on Ji Qingyan's neck showed a sense of detached presence.

After Xi Jiansong carried Ji Qingyan back to the bedroom, he cleaned up his whole body and put on soft pajamas. Even with such actions, Ji Qingyan still didn't wake up, he just curled up quietly on one side, fast asleep.

Ji Qingyan hadn't felt so warm for a long time, the coldness and despair completely left his dream for the first time, the afternoon sun was bright, the dry air and the smell of the fields.

At some point, he walked into the classroom. Outside the brown glass, the magnificent sunlight was shining, which reminded him of Xi Jiansong's eyes again.

Beautiful, lonely flickering.

Ji Qingyan thought, so he stretched out his hand, the birds came from afar, and the sharp chirping slowly dissipated. When the afternoon heat dissipated, it also symbolized the arrival of dusk.

In a corner of the sky, the burning cloud curtain was continuously melting downwards. After Ji Qingyan put his hand down, he heard melodious music coming from the east.

Familiar ballads enveloped everything, and without knowing when, many people appeared behind Ji Qingyan.

They were all Ji Qingyan's companions, but when the light completely dissipated, they all waved goodbye to Ji Qingyan.

"Don't go," Ji Qingyan caught up with them, but only Tang Qingmiao turned and looked at him helplessly.

"We will all be waiting for you at the end." The old man said softly, those ordinary black eyes were deep, and the indifferent light of star energy burst from the fingertips.

Everything formed was silent, Ji Qingyan stopped, and he didn't try to move forward, because he realized one thing very clearly at this moment.

He is still dreaming.