New homes, encounters, peaceful living.

Regardless of the Lord's speculation, when a contract comes into effect, it cannot be repudiated.

Song Chunyang is so grateful to Chi Xiaochi that he even plans to go to the temple to ask for a Zhangsheng tablet to pray for Chi Xiaochi's happiness and peace in some unknown world.

On the contrary, Xi Lou felt like strangling Chi Xiaochi.

Realizing that Song Chunyang had been in his body all these days, Xi Lou was still undeterred and asked Song Chunyang, who was waking up for the first time after a high fever, "......Did you hear what I said?"

Song Chunyang pulled the quilt over the lower half of his face and laughed foolishly, "I heard you. Heh heh. You like me."

Xi Lou's eyes went black, all he could think of was Chi Xiaochi You have the guts not to fucking run.

Seeing that Xi Lou didn't say anything, Song Chunyang called him, "Lou Lou."

Xi Lou blushed and forced himself to be calm, "What is ...... doing?"

Song Chunyang whispered, "Actually, I already knew you liked me."

...... He has all the memories of his own death.

In that utter darkness, Xi Lou was his only light, warm, lasting, everlasting.

Xi Lou, who won't leave with him, is super handsome.

As for Xi Lou, he felt that he could now perform a folkloric stunt of spontaneous combustion in place and simply play dead.

Song Chunyang is never afraid of the cold and keeps teasing Xi Lou.

The experience of dying once didn't change his temperament.

His anger, sorrow, and hatred should have dissipated with Yuan Benshan's death, and he should not have kept them to torment himself, not to mention the fact that he had regained a stable and smooth life, as well as Xi Lou.

He wanted to do his best to leave all those dark pasts behind and save only the best for those who deserved it.

Song Chunyang took a week's sick leave and personal leave. The illness came and went quickly, and within a few days he was almost recovered.

And he got the reward Chi Xiaochi earned for him, the keys to a new apartment.

The apartment, which he and Xi Lou had chosen together, was not very large, two rooms, two bathrooms, one kitchen and one bathroom, and at over a hundred square meters it was not difficult to clean, and it was large enough for two people to live in. The apartment allowed dogs and cats and was close to the hospital where Song Chunyang worked.

Once he had retired his original house and moved into his new home with a handbag, Xi Lou planned to end his contract with the main god and leave his body.

On the day of parting, Song Chunyang knowingly asked, "Lou Lou, when you have a new body, will you come to me."

Xi Lou, still a bit of a gambler, said, "Not coming."

Song Chunyang : "What flavor of cake do you want to eat on the day you come."

Xi Lou: "...... Matcha."

Song Chunyang beamed, "Uh-huh. I'll wait for you then."

After a few minutes, he called again, "Lou Lou."

However no one responded to him, Xi Lou had already left.

Song Chunyang froze, then started cleaning and organizing, humming a little song and searching the internet with joy for the biggest and softest double bed.

About an hour later, the doorbell rang.

Song Chunyang thought it was the arrival of the new sofa he had ordered and jumped up to open the door.

A young man whose appearance was on the cold side stood in front of his house, his hand propped up against the wall, apparently running up the stairs, as if he had a thousand words to say, yet before he could speak, his ears turned red.

He gasped and tried to speak, "I ......"

Instead, without a word, the mandarin-eyed kitten flew up in a warm and solid embrace, completely hugging his carefully typed days-long ventriloquism to dust.

Xi Lou reaches out and locks in Song Chunyang.

Song Chunyang rested his face on his shoulder.

Xi Lou was in love for the first time, and it was also the first time he had ever hugged someone so intimately.

That's heavy, he thought fretfully.

But he just couldn't let go, and greedily brought the man inside the door, closing it with his foot, and carrying him up to the couch again, settling him on his lap.

He said, "I'm coming."

Song Chunyang's eyes brightened with curiosity as he reached out to touch his silkworms, "Hmm."

Xi Lou said, "How did you know it was me."

Song Chunyang : "I knew it was you the moment I saw it."

Said Song Chunyang, poking the corner of his lips with his fingertip, "I guess that's what you look like."

Xi Lou tried to suppress the corners of his lips to keep them from rising too visibly, and pretended to be cold, "Where's my cake."

Song Chunyang eyeballed him and patted his chest, "Here."

Xi Lou still couldn't help but smile, and after a couple bites of cake, the two of them huddled in front of the computer to pick out a bed, and after the couch was delivered, they joined the workers in putting it together in a businesslike manner.

They had been friends for a long time over the course of several years together, and had bonded where they needed to, but now they were learning to be lovers from the ground up.

For what it's worth, they've adapted pretty well.

After returning to the hospital, Song Chunyang asked Xi Lou's permission to bring home-baked matcha cookies to Gan Yu's office in Memory, intending to show his appreciation.

But he walked the entire floor of the office building from the east end to the west end without being able to find Dr. Gan Yu's office.

He pulled a young doctor who had gone to the water room to get water and politely said, "Excuse me, which room is Dr. Gan in?"

"Which Dr. Gan?" The young doctor raised an eyebrow, "Are you looking for the wrong one? We're in neurosurgery here."

Song Chunyang froze and confirmed the floor number, "He's a neurosurgeon, that's right."

The young doctor said, "Then you're barking up the wrong tree. We don't have a doctor named Gan here."

Song Chunyang, holding a small cookie, remained frozen for a long time and thanked the doctor in a daze before returning to his post.

He went on a call to Xi Lou about it.

At first, Xi Lou thought he was joking, but after hearing Song Chunyang's anxious defense, "It's true, he really disappeared," he realized something was wrong, and called Gan Tang's phone number as he remembered.

When Chi Xiaochi was still around, all four had left each other's phone numbers for contact.

Mobile alerted Xi Lou that the number he was trying to reach was empty.

Xi Lou held his cell phone and thought a lot.

He was thinking about the brother and sister's unusual persistence and attention to "Song Chunyang", the clown fish story, the double kiss under the moon that night, their life-sacrificing defense of Chi Xiaochi in the fire and clown's bureau, and Gan Tang's unusual reaction after he was injured by Gan Yu.

He thought to himself that he seemed to have gotten something really wrong.

If both siblings are the "Six Teachers" that Chi Xiaochi has been thinking about, then it all makes sense. ......

......

The hell if it makes sense!

What is the mindset of a good person divided into two, and into a man and a woman?

I was so scared that I couldn't even sleep well!

Song Chunyang accepted this reality well, and after a short while, he put on the agenda the establishment of Zhangsheng's position, but with Gan Yu and Gan Tang's names added.

They agreed to go on a day off to the most fragrant temple in the neighborhood, which, according to Song Chunyang's survey, also had the best aura.

The night before, they had taken a bath together, and were both a little hot from the shower, but considering that they had to go to serious business the next day, they just kissed and cuddled for a while, and then cuddled up and went to sleep.

The next morning, Xi Lou woke up early to heat up milk and fry bread, while Song Chunyang was still sleeping.

Spreading the jam and bringing the milk to the table, Xi Lou wiped his hands and entered the bedroom, "Get up."

The large mass on the bed stirred, half of its face peeking out, confused.

Xi Lou: "......" Ugh.

He brought in the milk and bread for two and put it on the nightstand. After they ate, Xi Lou cleaned up the dishes, and when he returned to the room, he found Song Chunyang actually giggling and getting under the covers again.

He was helpless, unbuttoning his pajamas and urging him, "Get up now."

Song Chunyang peeked at him with one amber eye.

Song Chunyang closed her eyes when she met his gaze.

Xi Lou took a small breath and turned her back to remove her pajama pants, but she couldn't help but look back at him.

At this glance, Song Chunyang was peeking with that lake blue eye open.

Xi Lou couldn't help himself, he quickly redrew the drawn curtains, picked up the disobedient mandarin-eyed kitten and dragged it under the covers.

Song Chunyang said blearily, "I'm not going today."

Xi Lou said fiercely, "Push it back a day."

Song Chunyang did some math to make sure that the yellow calendar was good for praying for blessings on these two days, and only then did he feel relieved to wrap his arms around Xi Lou's neck, open his mouth, and gently bite on it.

......

After this mission, Chi Xiaochi asked for a full half-month vacation.

On his return to that snowy white space, after months, he finally heard 061's voice.

061 asked him, "Still going back to the silo?"

Chi Xiaochi shook his head, moved a bed from the warehouse and lay down on the floor, giving himself a particularly comfortable set of bedding.

He curled up under the warm, dry covers, closed his eyes, and said, "Mr. Six, read me a fairy tale."

...... If he goes out, 061 s ability is once again limited, and he won t be able to hear him again.

061 caught Chi Xiaochi's hint.

He wanted to tell him the story of the clownfish seeking his home, but when it came down to it, he couldn't say a word.

Again, the secrecy system works.

He is the system where all thoughts are formed into appropriate data, and the secrecy system is limited to his subjective desires, and as soon as he is monitored for a desire to leak, his language system is automatically closed.

061 tried many times, but in the end there was nothing to be done, so he dug up a fairy tale from the library and told Chi Xiaochi the story of the mermaid.

Chi Xiaochi didn't say anything either, he listened to whatever 061 said.

In the middle of his speech, Chi Xiaochi fell asleep, lying there quietly, not even turning over a bit, which was both endearing and heartbreaking.

061 materialized the body out, still in the usual white coat and black pants.

He sat on the edge of Chi Xiaochi's bed and gently rubbed his fingertips over a small mole on the edge of his brow, wanting to kiss it, but afraid of waking the shallow sleeper.

He knew that, according to how the secrecy system worked, once Chi Xiaochi woke up, his own manifestation ability would also disappear and automatically return to Chi Xiaochi's body, so he wanted to take advantage of this rare opportunity to stay with him for a little while longer.

061 Carefully, he leaned over and nudged the edge of his lips with his fingertips, resting his fingers against them again in a tender kiss.

After a long time of reminiscing, his ears turned a little red and he got up to go back to the main god space.

He was peeling mangosteen in his room when exactly 009 passed by his window.

009 saw the mangosteen and craved, but he is not the kind of person who casually opens his mouth and asks for food, while thinking that in a while he also has to go and buy a bag and come back, while knocking on the door, poked a head in, "061 brother, it's been a long time since I've seen you come back ah."

061 looked down as he carefully cleaned the mangosteen, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, "Well, I've been busy lately."

009 envied, "What a big mangosteen."

061 took a clear glass bowl and filled it with small crescent-like mangosteens, and gave 009 part of the rest, "I picked the best and biggest ones at the store for ten minutes, if you want to buy them again, you probably won't be able to get them this good. Take all these."

With that, he held the glass bowl and headed for the teleportation point.

009 called out to him, "Are you in such a hurry to leave?"

061 turned back, "Well, in a hurry."

After only a short time away from Chi Xiaochi, he was so unsettled that he had to hurry back.

Besides, he had a lot of work to do.

Early in the morning, Chi Xiaochi woke up, lying on the bed and hugging the pillow to wake up, a look up, found that this teleportation space was actually well arranged, completely a home, surrounded by piercing white walls with light gray wallpaper, there are beds, there are a few, there is even a kitchenette, a lavatory, there is a bowl of peeled mangosteen on the bedside table, fresh and snowy fruit oozing with water, enticing to the very.

Were these set up by 061 while he was sleeping?

And he didn't hear anything?

Chi Xiaochi lay on his side and looked around the room for a moment before withdrawing his gaze and closing his eyes while reaching up to press his hand against his heart.

It had been so long since Lou had left that a feeling of peace and happiness had not arisen there, that Chi Xiaochi was somewhat unfamiliar with it.

As he was rubbing his heart, he heard the 061 inside him call out to him, "Xiaochi."

"...... Hmm?"

"Xiaochi," the voice was too gentle for words.

"Uh-huh."

061 smiled and explained, "It's been a long time since I've called you by your name, and I wanted to do it more often."

After explaining, he called him again, "Xiaochi."

Chi Xiaochi stretched, lazily circled the quilt tightly, her thin side waist twisting out an extremely attractive curve, and obediently responded, "Uh-huh."