Boyfriend Meng A, from ancient times

"Then what do you mean now?"

"Brother Meng, if you say you want to leave or stay, you can follow me, then I will stay."

His body sank slowly, and he hugged me into his arms, "Stay by your side."

"Okay, you can be an assistant to Brother Meng, and Brother Meng will take care of your food and drink, okay?"

He nodded silently in the hollow of my shoulder, without any intention of discussing salary, I am very satisfied.

But he did scare me, I thought he was going to confess to me, why did he stay and make such a big fuss, like Phoenix legend, hey!stay!

Tsk, it doesn't seem appropriate to say that, after all, giving up all the past and deciding to stay in a world that had no connection with him is no less important than confessing.

Their customs are really amazing, they can be gay if they say anything.

However, since a decision can be made, then...

I picked up a strand of his loose long hair, and with a little force, I pulled it up, "Really, when did the memory recover!"

His head was pulled up a little by me, clearly at an angle where we could look at each other, but his eyes wandered away from me. This time I was not soft-hearted, and we were in a stalemate with him. After a long while, he finally planned to speak.

He lowered his eyebrows and gently shook my hand that was holding his hair, "Brother Meng, I hurt..."

I stick to the bottom line, "Don't do this with me, be lenient when you confess, and be strict when you resist!"

He wrapped his whole palm around my fist and rubbed my clenched fingers, "It really hurts..."

I loosened my hand slightly, but didn't let go, "Come on, don't make me angry."

He didn't care about the hair in my hand anymore, he lowered his head and knocked on my left shoulder. I was afraid that he was really hurting, so I relaxed a little.After being silent for about half a minute, he gave me the biggest crit with the smallest voice I have ever known him.

He: "That day we fell in the lobby of the Nancheng Inn. After returning to the room, you hugged me. After that, you almost recovered."

Oh, Nancheng.

Wait, Nancheng! ? !

"What!?" I pushed him away and stood up.

Nancheng, on the day of Jenga, wasn't that when the mother just met?Did he come here for three days?I dare say he has been fooling me from the very beginning!

As soon as I got angry, I was a little agitated, so I confiscated my hand, and subconsciously grabbed He Shi's long hair, which hurt in my hand.

He was caught off guard by the hair being pulled, and without holding back a cry of pain, he also stood up.

Only then did I realize what I had done, and I quickly let go of my hand to rub the top of his head, apologizing repeatedly.

I asked him how he was, but he lowered his head and refused to show me. I was anxious and held his chin and cupped his face.His lower eyelashes were wet, probably from the physiological tears that were forced out just now.

How can I be angry?

I rubbed his head with one hand, and wiped away the tears in the corners of his eyes with the other, and suddenly found two hairs of his between my fingers.

I was stunned, and my voice was a little unsteady, "He Shi, do you... have any taboos about hair?"

Ancient people seem to believe that the body, hair and skin are the parents. Although occasionally I will find a few long hairs on the pajamas and pillows, but it belongs to normal metabolism. I am caused by external forces, how can I count it?

He sniffed, not crying, but deliberately pretending to be pitiful, I could see that, but I found out that I actually liked him.He put his hands on the backs of mine, held my hands together on his face, and said.

"Hair is given by my parents, of course there are taboos." He rubbed his thumb on the back of my hand and continued, "But it's for others."

I looked at his face, swallowed subconsciously, and said in a daze, "Then... what about me?"

He suddenly curled his lips into a smile, "I have nothing to hide from Brother Meng."

In just this second, the sound of the air conditioner running was far away, the noise of the play downstairs in the community was far away, and the wind blowing the clouds was also far away.

In the bedroom decorated with red, his face is reflected beautifully, and his smile is even more beautiful.

Only then did I realize that when a person is moved, the heartbeat does not speed up, but slows down, and hits the chest one by one, heavy and powerful.

I felt that I couldn't look at this face anymore, and my eyes wandered, "That... that's fine."

"Now that I remember it, can you tell me how you got here?" I changed the subject, forcing myself to neutralize my emotions.

However, his smile froze at the corner of his mouth, and he buried it on my shoulder in the next second, grabbing the hem of my jacket at the back of my waist with both hands, it seems that this is not an easy question to explain, I waited for a long time but did not wait for him to speak.

So I decided to change the question, "Then why did you hide it from me? Can this be said?"

He loosened the hem of my clothes, hugged my person instead, and explained softly.

According to what he meant, because I said at the beginning that I would send him back when he recovered his memory, but he didn't know the way to let him wear it back after he recovered his memory, let alone me.

So what I said automatically became in his mind: If he regains his memory, I will no longer take him in.

"Brother Meng, after I recalled the original experience, I no longer have any nostalgia for it." He said, his tone gradually cooled down, "It's not worth my life to protect it, I hate it."

So he wanted to stay, but he was afraid that I would not accept it, so he could only pretend that he was still in a state of amnesia, and wait until I was willing to accept him and take him in.

"I wanted to wait for you to ask me to stay." His voice became aggrieved again, "but you always let me choose."

My eldest princess, didn't I respect you by letting you choose, and even asked you to stay, you are so beautiful.

I accept this explanation. As for the reason for his time travel, his past experience, the reasons for his dislike and unworthiness, I believe he will tell me slowly. Today is a good start.

"In the future, I will tell you everything later." He tightened his arms, "I will tell you everything in the future."

I forgot how long we held each other, or I was ashamed to think about it.

In the evening, Lao Meng and Ms. Liang expressed their concern for He Shi's physical condition at the dinner table.He Shi looked like a human being in front of them, and his answers seemed to be broadcasting news.

"Son, we asked you about that painting." Lao Meng added a chopstick dish to me. Our family prefers to eat and talk rather than eat and talk.

I was eating while listening to him talk.

"On the third floor, you, Uncle Chen, said that your grandfather likes to go to Yuancheng to pray for gods and worship Buddha. There is a good master there, and the painting should be asked from the master."

Although I have long forgotten whether there is an old man on the third floor, and the old man's surname is not Chen, I still thank him.

Moreover, isn't Yuancheng the recording location of the final episode of "Looking for Tracks"?Wouldn't that be just right?

But the problem is, He Shi has recovered his memory, and he also said that he wants to tell me slowly, so is it still necessary for me to find the source of the painting?

I swallowed the food in my mouth, tilted my head and asked He Shi, "Shall I go to see the master? Tell me."

He stopped his chopsticks, his eyes were firm, "Go, I'll be with you."

Seeing him like this, he should also want to know something from the master, so I nodded in response.

"We will go after the filming of the Haicheng chapter of "Looking for Traces."

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Xiao He painted a big cake on the surface: later, I will tell you later.

Behind the scenes: Think for yourself!

I found that people can’t surf the Internet all the time. When I wrote this chapter, when Meng Jianjun asked, “Can I say this?”, the teacher Siqin Gaowa was all that echoed in my mind.

Can this be said?