Tang Lin: “…”

Sure enough, I almost treated the other party as an employee.

"The man Bai Luxie is so weird. If you don't need it, you should have less contact." Tang Lin thought about it and said something more.

If it were someone else, he would not do anything, and Fan Peiyang would not need others to remind him to be careful, but Bai Luxi's evil spirit really made him feel worried.

"Is it weird?" Fan Peiyang didn't feel that, "I was extremely willful, conceited, ignored everyone except myself, and feared that the world would not be in chaos and the aggressiveness in my bones. There was nothing else except these."

Tang Lin: "...what else do you want."

A young man with so many bad personalities can summon the Hell Dragon.

"He spoke quite interestingly," said Fan Peiyang.

This praise came without any preface or remarks. Tang Lin was a little confused and asked naturally: "What did he say?"

Van Peiyang replied: "He said I kept saying 'I think', 'I think', 'I think', 'I think', 'I think', 'I think', 'I think', 'I think', 'I thought', 'I thought', 'I thought', 'I thought', 'I asked me if I had asked you..."

Tang Lin: "What are you asking me?"

Fan Peiyang looked into his eyes, his eyes straight and domineering, as if he was about to penetrate into his heart: "Tang Lin, do you want to find those memories?"

Do you want to find those pasts that may be unhappy and may ruin the current relationship?

Tang Lin asked him about this question more than once, but this was the first time he was asked by Fan Peiyang.

This topic is a bit dangerous, so dangerous that Tang Lin feels that he is too close to Fan Peiyang, so he should keep a little distance and then talk more at ease.

But as soon as he took a step back, his wrist was pulled.

"What are you running?" Fan Peiyang frowned and used force unconsciously on his hands.

"When did I run away?" Tang Lin was so hurt that he pulled his wrist, but didn't pull it open, and sighed and accepted his fate, "I just took a little back half a step."

Fan Peiyang said: "Retreat is a warm-up move to escape."

Tang Lin was so amused and laughed: "The training room is so big, there is not even a cover, where can I run?"

Fan Peiyang looked at him regularly: "Run into the room, close the door, and start pretending to be stupid the next day."

Tang Lin was stunned.

This was the night when he and Fan Peiyang had just discovered that his memory was missing. He had a reaction from beginning to end, and he had a decline in every link.

He thought that everyone had exposed this matter tacitly.

But at this moment, he saw the same injury as that night in Fan Peiyang's eyes.

"I'm sorry." The apology was said naturally. Tang Lin didn't know why he apologized, but he only knew that he suddenly felt sorry for Fan Peiyang. This was the feeling he didn't have that night.

Fan Peiyang was stunned for a moment and did not let go, but his strength was relaxed.

"Don't apologize."

He didn't want to listen because Tang Lin did nothing wrong. A person who did nothing wrong, apologizing is equivalent to refusal.

Tang Lin looked at the repulsion in Fan Peiyang's eyes and instinctively felt that the other party misunderstood his meaning. He was about to explain again, but the other party did not give him a chance.

"You haven't answered yet," as if afraid that Tang Lin would apologize again, or say something else that people don't want to listen to, Fan Peiyang rudely pulled the topic back to the beginning, "Do you want to find those lost memories?"

Tang Lin was silent for a moment and raised his eyes: "Do you want to listen to the truth?"

Fan Peiyang's heart was beating, as if someone was rushing crazy inside, roaring and not letting him tell the truth.

But his expression had not changed, and even his voice was steady: "I want it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Tang Lin’s answer: “I want to.”

Clean and neat, without hesitation.

This answer caught Fan Peiyang off guard, just like building a city wall to prepare for the shells, but what came was just a pair of hands sticking to bricks and stones, soft and warm.

It took him a long time to find his voice: "You'd better think clearly. None of the memories randomly drawn by Mos are..." After a pause, Fan Peiyang still faced the bleakness of the relationship. "No one is what makes you happy, so do you need to find them back?"

It was clearly the answer I wanted to hear, but after hearing it, Fan Peiyang was only happy for a moment, and then he felt uneasy that he couldn't even explain.

Tang Lin felt it.

But he didn't say it out loud, and just shook his grasped wrist: "Can you let go of your captain first?"

Fan Peiyang thought about it and let go, but locked in Tang Lin's gaze and did not relax for a moment.

Captain, you can let it go.

Tang Lin, can't run away.

The atmosphere began to become loose since unknown. It may be that Fan Peiyang mentioned that night, that time, when Tang Lin apologized, or when he answered "I want it".

Such slackness makes people feel comfortable and makes it easier to remove their atrium.

"Whether you are happy or unhappy, I have experienced it," Tang Lin lowered his eyes and rubbed his wrists, but his words were clearly handed to Fan Peiyang, "If I don't know that there were these things before, it doesn't matter, because until now, I still feel that my memories are coherent..."

What Fan Peiyang cares about the most is this, and the most powerless one is also this.

He can use all his means to find ways to restore memory, but he can't make Tang Lin truly feel "deficient". How could a person want to "find" if he never feels "lost"?

"But you are here," Tang Lin put down his hand, raised his head, admitting that he cared for the first time, "The look you looked at me, what you said, everything you did remind me that those past existed, although I forgot, but you remember. Sometimes I even feel that you remembered my part together, I..."

Suddenly my body was hugged tightly.

Tang Lin's voice stopped abruptly and his mind went blank. He did not come back to his senses until his holding him became tighter and tighter, until he struggled to breathe.

Fan Peiyang hugged him hard, as if he was about to rub him into his body, and his head rubbed against his neck. His burning breath made him tremble.

Tang Lin was a little panicked and struggled quickly: "Wait a minute, I haven't finished talking yet..."

"You're done," murmured his head buried between his neck, "I understand."

You will understand what!

Tang Lin wanted to push the head, but his arms were hugged and couldn't even be pulled out.

He could only look at the ceiling in despair: "I mean I want to regain my memory, but this is just one of several important things, and I can't rank first."

The unilateral violence and coquettish act stopped.

Fan Peiyang raised his head and the two were very close to each other, almost touching the tip of his nose.

"Nothing is more important than this." He said seriously and solemnly, as if this would allow the opponent to brainwash.

Tang Lin was glad that he was patient and had the truth to reason. It might be because he was tortured by Mr. Fan in the company before: "You, me, Nange, Zhuzi's life, each of them is more important than memory. We can't pass the levels, we will never be free, and we will always face the threat of death that may occur at any time. Even if we recover our memory, what's the use of life? Not to mention life, is life still meaningful?"
Chapter completed!