Ji Rao touched he Xingzhi's face, "you suffered."

"No He Xingzhi hugged Ji Rao and felt his warm body in his arms. His heart seemed to be warm in warm water. "If you can come back, it's my greatest luck."

……

Today is the weekend, Ji Rao no class, two people watched on the mobile phone for a long time, still not satisfied with the movies broadcast in today's cinema, so they decided to pull the curtain at home to see a long movie.

When looking for the movie, Ji Rao's vision pauses in the animation column. He Xingzhi sees that he is distracted and asks.

"Nothing."

Ji Rao frowned, "let's see this."

He Xingzhi, the film he chose, certainly has no objection.

The light is very dark. He Xingzhi is sitting on the sofa with Ji Rao in his arms. He has a bag of potato chips in his hand. The LCD TV is very large. When the screen lights up, Ji Rao's face is illuminated.

He vaguely felt that he should like watching cartoons.

But why do you like such childish things?

He stared at the TV and started to stay. Just for a moment, he felt as if he had experienced such a scene, in such a dark scene, in whose arms, watching such a movie.

I can't remember.

Ji Rao narrowed her eyes.

I can't remember.

There are more and more memories of reality. The memory of those tasks is quietly and slowly erased in the ticking sound of the clock. Sometimes Ji Rao forgets too much and feels afraid. In the middle of the night, he will wake up when he dreams of something.

He Xingzhi, who is lying beside him, no matter how fast he sleeps, as long as Ji Rao has a little movement, he can wake up immediately and hold Ji Rao in silence.

He didn't talk because he knew what Ji Rao was upset about.

He Xingzhi himself is also slowly forgetting the memory of the task related system. The once so bright and unreliable Yu Bajiang has only a little vague shadow in his mind.

At the beginning, he always thought of Yu Bajiang and what he said, but now when he stood in front of him and told him the word "Yu Bajiang", he would take a little time to outline this person.

There are too many things to forget.

He has Ji Rao, and he only wants Ji Rao.

"Strange." Ji Rao said in a low voice, "the score of this horror film is so high, why don't I feel terrible at all?"

He just saw the pile of horror, mystery, terror and perfect atmosphere, but why didn't he feel afraid at all?

"Yes, I remember you used to be afraid of ghosts."

Before?

I can't remember.

Ji Rao will never remember that he was not afraid of ghosts because he was once a ghost.

The memory of the system will certainly be cleared, but the habits left behind by doing these tasks will not change, which is the proof that they once existed, even if no one will notice.

Ji Rao turned his head and looked at he Xingzhi's chin. He moved his mouth to say something, but he didn't say anything.

It is clear that they have been together for so many years, even if they had a car accident before, but neither of them had a big life, so looking at he Xingzhi's sense of the vicissitudes of things at that moment seems so abrupt.

"What's the matter?"

He Xingzhi lowers his head and kisses Ji Rao gently.

Heart that strange completely dissipated, Ji Rao showed a beautiful incomparable smile, "or we change a cartoon to watch it?"