Boyfriend came to the door after amnesia

Principal Sun was not in a hurry, and seemed to be planning to greet him slowly, "You are still so dull, just like your grandfather. I said at that time that I would take you with me. You are a child who stays with you every day. There is no such thing as a word on the mountain. Your grandfather is not willing, nor is he willing to take you down the mountain. Hey! That old man!"

At the end, Principal Sun cursed angrily.

Zhong Jiuli's expression was normal, and he listened closely to his slow complaints.

"You are Guyuan's child, which is equivalent to my grandson. Can I still harm you? But you are too. You don't say anything after you go down the mountain. If I didn't meet Dong Wei yesterday, I still don't know you came back. gone."

Principal Sun reprimanded him, as if he was very dissatisfied.

Zhong Jiuli lowered his eyes, and he was obediently listening to the training. He explained: "I have been traveling outside for the past two years, and I didn't come back until a few days ago."

Principal Sun was a little satisfied after hearing this. It seemed that he glanced at him and asked, "Is that what you've been traveling around for the past two years?"

Zhong Jiuli glanced at Song Ci from the corner of his eye and nodded.

Principal Sun sighed lightly, as if he meant something: "This day is finally about to change."

Zhong Jiuli raised his eyes to look at him, and heard that there was something in his words. He was about to ask, but he changed the topic and cut to the point, "I have something to ask you for this visit."

Zhong Jiuli asked, "What's the matter?"

Principal Sun smiled cheerfully, "I want to invite you to our school to give lectures to those children."

Zhong Jiuli wanted to refuse, but before he could speak, Principal Sun spoke first. He sighed, with a slightly regretful expression on his face, "If your father is still here, I can breathe a sigh of relief and live a better life now." A few years of leisure."

After hearing this, Zhong Jiuli half-closed his eyes, and responded calmly, "Okay."

Principal Sun immediately smiled and said hello a few times.

Seeing that Zhong Jiuli agreed to his request, Principal Sun didn't stay long, and went back after sitting for a while.As he passed the yard, he looked up at the trees.

Zhong Jiuli explained: "An Yan has something to go out."

Principal Sun asked, "Going out?"

Zhong Jiuli thought for a while and said in a low voice, "My mother didn't commit suicide."

Principal Sun was stunned, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he exclaimed after a while, "What!?"

Zhong Jiuli said: "An Yan has already gone to investigate, and there should be clues soon."

Principal Sun let out a long sigh, "I don't know if I can see the real culprit who killed your father be arrested and brought to justice before I die."

Zhong Jiuli said in a deep voice, "Yes."

Principal Sun hooked the corners of his mouth weakly. He looked at Zhong Jiuli with envy in his eyes.Time is like the setting sun for the elderly, but it symbolizes the rising sun for Zhong Jiuli and the others.

As soon as Zhong Jiuli returned to the room, Song Ci greeted him with a book, "No matter how I draw this talisman, I can't draw it right."

It was very interesting to watch their exams yesterday, so he also found a book and tried to draw, but he didn't expect to fail, so he came to Zhong Jiuli.

Zhong Jiuli said, "Let me see what you drew."

Seeing Song Ci's "Ghost Drawing Talisman", Zhong Jiuli couldn't help but frowned, and he said, "Draw another side and I'll take a look."

Song Ci snorted, picked up the pen obediently, and started to draw.

At this time, Zhong Jiuli came up behind him, put his arms around him, put one hand on his shoulder, and held his hand with the other, guiding him to continue writing.

Song Ci froze and couldn't help looking up at him.The distance between the two was extremely close, so close that he was surrounded by the cold sandalwood on his body, and so close that he could kiss the corner of his lips when he turned a little sideways.

He panicked suddenly, his mind was like a thousand troops roaring past, but at the same time a strange thought gradually emerged - what does Zhong Jiuli's kiss taste like?

"concentrate."

Zhong Jiuli's deep voice rang in his ears, successfully hooking his soul back.

Song Ci blushed, tried to calm himself down, and focused on the pen. With Zhong Jiuli with him, the painting was indeed finished smoothly this time.

Zhong Jiuli let go of his hand, stood up and said, "The way you move the pen is wrong."

Song Ci didn't dare to look up at him, he lowered his head and stared closely at the dot of ink pouring out, and replied in a low voice, "En."

He remembered the previous dream again, in which he pulled Zhong Jiuli to kiss him, and finally Zhong Jiuli actually kissed him.

Zhong Jiuli felt that his state was a little strange, so he bent down to look at him, "What's wrong?"

Song Ci, however, seemed to have been greatly frightened, strode away, and turned his head, "No, nothing?" However, his red ears gave away his mood at the moment.

Zhong Jiuli frowned slightly, seeing that he was unwilling to speak, he had no choice but to suppress his doubts, "Ask me if there is anything you don't know."

Song Ci hurriedly nodded, "Okay, okay."

But his eyes did not dare to fall on Zhong Jiuli.

Zhong Jiuli frowned even tighter. He didn't speak, and went to the bookshelf to get a book.

Song Ci breathed a sigh of relief seeing him walking away, then raised his head and glanced at Zhong Jiuli quickly, then looked away again, and couldn't help but glance again after a while, Zhong Jiuli was caught by Zhong Jiuli after a few times away found out.

He turned around and walked in front of Song Ci, sat down against the edge of the table, "Look up."

Song Ci picked up a book in a panic and opened it, "What are you doing?"

Zhong Jiuli took the book away from his hand, and said in an emphatic tone, "Song Ci."

Song Ci's heart trembled, and just as he was about to run away, Zhong Jiuli pressed his shoulders and firmly fixed him on the chair. Song Ci was cruel, raised his head to look at Zhong Jiuli, and asked viciously: "what?"

Then in less than a second, the word 'well' simply dragged out the tone, sounding like a kitten throwing a tantrum.

Zhong Jiuli's eyes dimmed, and his heart seemed to be scratched by something. After a moment of silence, he sighed softly and asked softly, "Are you angry?"

Zhong Jiuli's voice is full of helpless indulgence, coupled with his very alluring appearance, it is hard not to be immersed in it.

Song Ci was dazed for a few seconds, and then a great anger gushed out.

The pampering and tenderness in Zhong Jiuli's tone was not for him, but for Song Ci before he lost his memory, the Song Ci who grew up with him and made memories together.

Not him now.

As soon as this idea came up, Song Ci was taken aback by himself. Was he jealous?Jealous of my past self.

Zhong Jiuli saw his pale face, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes: "Song Ci?"

Only then did Song Ci recover from the shock, he raised his head, and seeing Zhong Jiuli's worried eyes, that jealousy surged into his heart again.

He couldn't help asking: "If, if I can't remember the past all the time, will you be unhappy?"

Zhong Jiuli shook his head without thinking, "No."

Song Ci was taken aback by the affirmation in Zhong Jiuli's tone, and he stared at him blankly, unable to recover for a long time.

Zhong Jiuli lowered his long eyelashes, looked at Song Ci almost intently, and asked, "Why are you asking so suddenly?"

Song Ci came back to his senses, like a kitten that had been coaxed by its fur, obediently put away its sharp claws, lay flat and let itself be masturbated.He propped his head up to look at Zhong Jiuli, and asked with a smile, "Brother, have you ever been in love?"