FCY Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Boyfriend

Chapter 3: Boyfriend

Cen Xi’s cake-buying plan was disrupted. He helped Luo Yan into the car, fastened his seatbelt, and drove towards his own home.

The night outside the car was beautiful, and Luo Yan, who was asleep inside, was also in a good mood. He slept soundly.

After Cen Xi parked the car, he picked up Luo Yan again and walked into the elevator. He looked down at Luo Yan, who was still sleeping. Luo Yan looked very well-behaved when he was asleep. Looking at this scene, he felt inexplicably familiar, as if he had seen it many, many times before, but he couldn’t remember, he couldn’t remember anything. The elevator stopped, and someone walked into the elevator. Cen Xi subconsciously protected Luo Yan. He looked at his subconscious action. Memories can deceive people, but his body shouldn’t. His body did indeed have different feelings for the person in his arms. Luo Yan’s words became more credible in Cen Xi’s heart.

“Little brother, why don’t you get down and stand for a while? If you’re like this, it’s hard for me to open the door.” Cen Xi stood in front of the door of his home, which he hadn’t returned to for a long time, leaned close to Luo Yan’s ear, and said. Luo Yan moved in Cen Xi’s arms, and opened his eyes after a few seconds, looking at Cen Xi blankly, “Brother, hehe.”

“Stand on your own for a while, I’ll open the door?” Cen Xi expressed it again briefly.

Luo Yan shook his head and continued to stay in Cen Xi’s arms. He looked at the door, reached out his hand, and pressed a few numbers. The door opened, “Brother, let’s go in.”

This was the first time Cen Xi had stepped into his house since returning to China. The house was not as dusty as Cen Xi had imagined. At a glance, it was clean and tidy. It seemed that someone often came to clean it, but when he was abroad, he didn’t ask anyone to clean this house. He forgot the password, and his family didn’t know the password to this house either, so it could only be…

Cen Xi gently placed Luo Yan on the bed in the bedroom. He watched Luo Yan. After opening the door, he snuggled in Cen Xi’s arms and fell asleep again. It could only be this boyfriend who knew the password. Speaking of which, he didn’t even know his boyfriend’s name yet.

His luggage was still on the way, and he didn’t have any clothes to change into. He probably wouldn’t be comfortable sleeping with all that alcohol on him. Let’s see if there were any clothes to wear in the closet. Cen Xi opened the closet. He was completely stunned by what was inside. Everything Luo Yan said, he completely believed. Not only were there many clothes in the closet, but there were also many, many photos of him and Luo Yan, hugging, kissing… In every photo, the way he looked at him was full of love, and the way he looked at him was also the same.

Why hasn’t anyone told me about him? He and I… I lost my memory three years ago, and he has been waiting for me for three whole years? Why? Cen Xi casually grabbed a set of clothes and returned to the bedside. He looked at Luo Yan on the bed, inexplicably, his tears flowed out uncontrollably, and his heart ached. At this moment, he especially wanted to find his lost memories, he wanted to give Luo Yan an explanation, and give himself an explanation.

He closed his eyes and helped Luo Yan change his clothes, then sat alone on the sofa and made a call.

“Sister.”

“What’s wrong?” The girl’s voice came from the phone.

“Sister, do I have a lover?” He needed someone to explain all this to him. His sister was the person he trusted most in his family. She understood him. If he had a lover, he would definitely tell his sister.

“You… you saw him, or your memory…” Cen Yi asked a little flusteredly, she was afraid that Cen Xi would hurt himself again.

“I saw him, sister, why did I lose my memory? And why did I only lose the memories of him? Three years ago, what exactly happened? He waited for me for three whole years, sister, do you know? When I found out about this, my heart ached so much, so much.” Cen Xi cried as he spoke, “Sister, I always thought that the memory I lost wasn’t an important memory, but now it seems like it’s not like that. Is there a way to restore this memory of mine?”

Cen Yi was silent. There was a way, but she couldn’t let Cen Xi recover, “No.”

“Okay, thank you, sister.” Cen Xi didn’t hear the answer he wanted. He hit himself hard, put the phone on the coffee table, looked at the ceiling, and a sense of powerlessness filled his body. A bunch of messy emotions and thoughts ran around in his head. His body told him that in these three years, he seemed to have lost so many, many things, otherwise why would he be so uncomfortable now.