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Wei Junxing got into the quilt, put his arms around He Jingshuo, helped him rub his waist, and soon He Jingshuo fell asleep.

He Jingshuo was woken up by the alarm set on his mobile phone. He turned off the phone and saw Wei Junxing lying beside him.

His rough brows and eyes were wide open, and he looked warmer when he was asleep. At this time, one arm was still on his waist, and the other hand was very carefully placed on the top of his head, as if he was afraid that he would fall asleep. It's like hitting the head of the bed.

He Jingshuo couldn't help but feel the heat in his eyes. Since his father passed out, no one cared about his well-being anymore. Those people would only follow behind him, asking for things from him.

He hated the feeling of being forced to be chased and demanded, as if he stood there to support this falling building, and everyone needed his care to live well.

He was lucky to have met Wei Junxing, this face had been deeply engraved in his heart for some time.

For a moment, when he thought of Wei Junxing and their first meeting, a torrent gate seemed to open in his mind, and in an instant those images flooded into his mind like a tumbling giant wave.

With Zhang Heguang's long donkey face, Wei Junxing approached him and asked him why he came to this cram school. Rhubarb, Xiao Hei, Hedgehog Fairy, Toad Fairy, Weasel... a bunch of characters instantly entered his mind like a revolving lantern.

For a moment, He Jingshuo seemed to be sucked into a huge vortex by a torrent, and he wanted to escape, but he couldn't escape no matter what.

He screamed uncontrollably, those things were like the drill bits of an electric drill, with howling hostility, they got into his brain without any hindrance.

He remembered, he remembered the battle between him and Wei Linggong, he remembered that Wei Junxing carried him back to the old house when he lost his soul.

He remembered how he, a ghost, survived in the cave of the Toad Fairy, and how he pretended to enter the illusion in the stone room and kissed Wei Junxing.

It turned out that everything was not a story, it was all true. It was he who saw Wei Junxing at the first sight and was sure that this person was the one he was looking for.

Huge waves rolled over all the memories, and the pain surged up like a tidal wave, causing He Jingshuo to curl up into a ball, hugging his head and moaning incessantly.

Wei Junxing, who was sleeping soundly, woke up suddenly, opened his eyes and saw He Jingshuo huddled together,

"What's the matter? What's the matter? I'm sleeping well, is this?" He stretched out his arms to wrap her in his arms and asked in panic.

He Jingshuo didn't bother to answer at all, his head hurt too much.

Wei Junxing saw the pained expression on his face, as if he was awake or in a nightmare.

He climbed up with both hands and hugged him tightly, "Take a deep breath, take a deep breath, inhale, exhale,..."

He grabbed He Jingshuo's shoulder and breathed out along with him. It took nearly half an hour for He Jingshuo to wake up from the brain storm.

Zhang Tianshi said that the impact of death on the soul is too powerful, so he forgot.

Now that he remembered it again, did it mean that his soul was shocked again, which stimulated the previous memory?

He Jingshuo tightly grasped Wei Junxing's approaching hand, and pressed against his smooth arm tremblingly,

Wei Junxing stroked his back, his voice trembling,

"Did you...remember something?"

He also experienced this kind of scene when he just woke up, so he was very familiar with that feeling. When he woke up and saw He Jingshuo groaning with his head in his arms, he guessed something.

He Jingshuo's eyes were empty, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"I remember. We defeated Fairy Hedgehog. I was lying on the grass. You asked me why I went to the cram school. I still remember that I kissed you in the stone room."

Wei Junxing frowned, pulled the quilt over his bare back,

"Then do you still remember that before the Weasel Cave was burned, we entered that room, I saw their clothes on the ground, but you grabbed a handful of cloth, what did you see at that time, did you find Gong Nianwei?"

He Jingshuo buried his head into Wei Junxing's shoulder and arched into his arms, the corners of his eyes were moist,

"No, didn't Da Huang say that if Xiao Hei died in that world, his soul would be scattered. In this way, isn't it a good thing that Xiao Hei didn't die?"

Wei Junxing's heart trembled,

"That being said, Gong Nianwei's health is already failing, and I'm worried that Xiao Hei won't last long. If Gong Nianwei really dies in this world, does it mean that the real Gong Nianwei will never come back?"

He Jingshuo grabbed the quilt and leaned against the head of the bed, and asked,

"Do you feel sorry for Gong Nianwei's death?"

Wei Junxing, who had already got up, stopped in the air with his hand reaching for his clothes, and glared at He Jingshuo with displeasure on his face.

"He Jingshuo! I just want to correct your mistakes and restore your original appearance. I feel sorry for you, and I am afraid that no one will clean up the troubles you caused, and you will be implicated in the end."

Seeing that he was angry, He Jingshuo was happy instead. He smiled, bent his eyebrows, and lay back down again. His daily rational thinking came alive again.

"That's it!"

Wei Junxing quickly got dressed, and dragged He Jingshuo to get up again.

He Jingshuo tidied himself up, glanced at Wei Junxing, and said nothing more, but at the moment he closed the door, he sighed with some regret,

"I just wonder why theoretical knowledge is not easy to use."

Wei Junxing shrugged, noncommittal, but after tonight, many things seemed to have changed at once.

The two went downstairs, He Jingshuo handed the room card to the waiter at the front desk, then turned to Wei Junxing,

"Today I'll go back and finish the matter, and tomorrow I'll take Xiao Hei to Zhang Tianshi and let him think of a way."

Wei Junxing nodded, and walked out of the gate of the Four Seasons Hotel with his mobile phone. Just as he took out the mobile phone, he saw more than a dozen missed calls from his mother.

Looking at the time, it was after five o'clock in the morning, and He Jingshuo was having a headache at that time, and he didn't hear the phone ringing, and he didn't answer any of them.

Looking at wechat again, the worried mother obviously didn't sleep all night, and kept asking him where he was and if he was with Gong Nianwei every once in a while.

Wei Junxing took the phone, walked out of the hotel gate, went around to a secluded alley, and called back the phone with a guilty conscience.

"Mom, you're overthinking. After I sent Gong Nianwei back, I stayed with He Jingshuo all the time. We talked about some things too late and didn't go back."

Wei's mother let out a helpless oh, thinking that the child is old enough to let go, but what should she do if she is worried?

After Wei Junxing answered the phone, he felt even more disturbed. He could lie to Wei's mother for a while, but what about after that?

The problem now is, compared to him being with Gong Nianwei, his being with He Jingshuo is more worrying for his mother.

But the two of them are already like this, so what should they do?

Wei Junxing really couldn't imagine what mother Wei and father Wei would think when they knew he was like this.