Chapter 256 get you and lose you.

Huo Jingchen raised her small face with big hands and said in a deep voice, "look at me."

Zhao Siqing's eyelashes blinked. He raised his eyes slowly and looked at the man in front of him. The dense eyelashes were still stained with a layer of water mist.

Huo Jingchen only felt pain in his heart and said softly, "it's my son of a bitch, it's none of your business" \ B

it's when he subconsciously thought it was still their previous lives together, that it was still every night and morning with her sleeping nearby.

Those pictures make him used to it, and make him not sober enough, unable to distinguish the past life and the present life, and the real dream.

Zhao Siqing looked at him with red eyes, saw the blood beads rolling down his face slowly, and could not help but whisper: "you are bleeding, I will accompany you to the hospital."

"No, I'll ask Tang Ji to call a doctor." Huo Jingchen spoke in a deep voice, then called Tang Zhi.

After the doctor's examination, it was confirmed that there was no problem. After treating the wound for Huo Jingchen, he left.

Zhao Siqing breathed a sigh of relief, but until the doctor left, people were still a little absent-minded.

As soon as the doctor left, both of them were silent, which made them a little cold and quiet with some warm breath.

Zhao Siqing got up and looked at him. When he thought of that scene, he didn't know how to face it.

"I'll take a bath," she whispered, avoiding his gaze

Huo Jingchen reached for her wrist and looked at her directly. He said in a deep voice, "angry with me?"

Zhao Siqing looked into his deep eyes, and the temperature of his hand sliding over her body came to mind.

"Let go first," she whispered

Huo Jingchen where can listen, clenched her wrist, after a few seconds of silence, whispered: "I thought it was a dream."

Zhao Siqing stared at him for a few seconds and said softly, "what did you dream of?"

She knew he wasn't awake when he wasn't awake, but what he said and did was too intimate and natural.

Even if his attitude is intolerant, Zhao Siqing can still feel the indulgence and familiarity, like a habit he has developed for many years.

Huo Jingchen to her eyes, silent for a few seconds, slowly said: "you."

Zhao Siqing lost his mind.

Dream?

He didn't dream of doing?

At the thought of this, Zhao Siqing did not dare to ask again.

She looked away unnaturally. She was a little bit hot when she thought of the picture not long ago.

Huo Jingchen saw that she seemed to come out of the mood just now, reached out and held her in his arms. He leaned his face against her hair and whispered, "in a dream, I get you and lose you."

Huo Jingchen can't help but think of the past ten years, he slowly lowered his eyes, covering the pain under his eyes.

Ten years is like a dream, a moment.

She laughs and scolds, she loves, hates, and is infatuated. All kinds of things in the past have been sealed in the torrent of years.

In the end, she forgot him completely, leaving him alone to guard the ten years of love and hate.

He did not know whether it was a blessing or a misfortune.

Time passes like a fleeting horse, as if nothing has been left.

After years of dreaming back at midnight, all he could remember was the picture of her dying in his arms.

At the thought of that, Huo Jingchen held her tighter, his voice was hoarse, and he said slowly, "Qing Qing, I want you in my dream."

Zhao Siqing is in a trance.

She didn't know what he meant by "get", whether it was a cloud and rain and love, or the imprisonment and possession of eternal life.

She just can feel the loneliness and desolation of men without any reason, like the boundless grass in the yellow sand, like the surging river.

Take up the knife, he is a demon killing God and slaying Buddha. Put down the knife, he is the most devout believer in front of the Buddha.