Chapter 74 Chapter 74 Emotional Drama

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"Liang Zhao?"

A scream rang in his ears, and Liang Zhao came to his senses. He saw Gu Mengran patting his shoulder and looking at him with a worried look on his face.

Liang Zhao raised his hand and rubbed his brows, then shook his head slightly, "I'm fine."

It was as if he had suddenly fallen asleep and no matter how I called him, he didn't respond.

Gu Mengran was startled. Seeing that he finally woke up, he quickly patted his shoulder and quickly changed the subject: "Don't dwell on this. Let me tell you, your dream is still relatively vague, but my dream is very clear. Aren't you curious about how we get along in our dreams?"

Get along? Liang Zhao slowly raised his head, his eyes flickering, "Curious."

Gu Mengran took his hand back and pinched his chin, saying seriously: "In my dream, you saved me when I was seriously injured, weak, pitiful and helpless, and provided me with good food and drink, and even found medicine to treat my wounds. At that time, I thought, wow, this old classmate is really good, handsome and kind, just like an angel descended to earth."

"Then what?" Liang Zhao asked with interest, raising his lips slightly.

"And then? Humph."

Gu Mengran glared at him and said angrily, "You can't judge a person by his appearance, Liang Zhao! As soon as I recovered from my injury, you changed your attitude and said that you don't want to support an idle person who only knows how to eat. You let me wash your clothes and cook for you, massage your shoulders and legs, and you treat me like a servant!"

"Poor me, I thought you saved me because you recognized an old classmate, but I didn't expect you to find a slave for yourself! My good man, I almost got angry in my dreams--"

"Impossible!" Liang Zhao interrupted Gu Mengran, his pale face flushed with excitement, and he said righteously: "I will not do this to you."

Gu Mengran was stunned for a moment, and retorted with his neck stiff, "You said you wouldn't? We had no intersection before that, and you didn't recognize me at all."

The alcohol seemed to have just started to take effect. Liang Zhao's brain suddenly heated up and he blurted out without thinking: "I have always remembered you. I have never forgotten you."

When these words came out, both of them were stunned.

Liang Zhaoming became visibly nervous. His hands hanging at his sides gradually clenched into fists. A hint of panic flashed across his deep eyes, and even his breathing became heavy and rapid.

Their eyes met in the air, and time stopped for a moment. Before the living room fell into complete silence, Gu Mengran heard his own hoarse voice: "Why?"

His heart was beating like a drum. Gu Mengran tried his best to calm his breathing and regain his sanity from the chaos.

He was eager to get an answer, and his question was too direct. But he couldn't take it back. Gu Mengran pursed his lips and added carefully, "It's been five or six years since we went to junior high school. We didn't even say a few words to each other before. Liang Zhao, why do you still remember me?"

Drunkness invaded his brain, and when he met Gu Mengran's expectant eyes, Liang Zhao lost all reason in an instant.

The past that didn't need to be recalled flashed through his mind. Liang Zhao raised his lips and said softly, "Yes, I did. I said a lot. You used to be very lively and talkative. When we were deskmates, you would always talk to me in class."

"Especially in the Chinese class you hated the most. The teacher was talking at the top and you were talking at the bottom. You didn't get tired even if you talked alone for the whole class. It was okay for me to ignore you, but if you found that I wasn't listening, you would secretly pull the corner of my clothes and poke my arm."

"It was hard to see you after class. You would play ball with your classmates, go to the bathroom together, and go to the canteen in groups. By the way, I actually tasted Grandpa Meng's cooking skills at that time. He often sent you food, and you would generously share it with me."

Liang Zhao paused, looked into his eyes intently, and said seriously: "Perhaps you don't remember, but I was very dull and taciturn at that time, and I had basically no classmates to talk to. If I were to describe you with colors, I would be an inconspicuous gray, and you would be the sunshine that occasionally shines in, so golden that I can't forget you even if I want to."

The gentle words were like fine raindrops, hitting Gu Mengran's heart drop by drop. He couldn't tell what it felt like. The memories that were treasured by others had long been forgotten by him. Even if he racked his brains to recall them, he could only remember a few bits and pieces.

Having not experienced the hardships that Gu Decheng had to endure in his youth, Gu Mengran is an extrovert, lively and cheerful person, and an absolute chatterbox who can get along well with anyone.

He has made countless friends and chatted with classmates, too many to count with two hands, but he basically forgets them as soon as he turns his head. Friends and classmates don’t seem to be that important to him. There are no particularly good relationships with them, nor are there any particularly bad relationships with them. They are more like people to kill time and entertainment when bored.

Among them was Liang Zhao, whom he had forgotten.

The feeling of guilt was getting stronger and stronger, so much so that Gu Mengransi didn't notice how ambiguous the last sentence was. He lowered his head and apologized to Liang Zhao: "I'm sorry Liang Zhao, I, I have a bad memory, and I forgot a lot of things."

"It's okay. It's not your fault." Liang Zhao shook his head lightly, a bitter smile of loss spread across his lips. "The sunshine has never belonged to me alone. You are still you, you are free, and I should not dream of possessing you. No matter what..."

Gu Mengran didn't hear a word from the back, and his head suddenly buzzed. He was stunned, and stood there for a long time, blinking blankly: "What do you mean...want to take it for yourself?"

The courage given by the alcohol seemed to be exhausted at this moment. Liang Zhao lowered his eyes and looked away. His long and thick eyelashes covered the sadness in his eyes. He murmured in a low voice: "No, nothing, I might drink--"

"Liang Zhao?"

His heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, Gu Mengran thought he was hallucinating.

It was not a dream, nor an illusion, the real Liang Zhao was sitting in front of me.

Gu Mengran placed his slightly trembling hands on his knees and slowly and carefully squatted beside the bed.

The distance between them suddenly became very close, with a faint aroma of malt lingering in his nose. Gu Mengran felt that he was about to get drunk. His body leaned forward involuntarily, his forehead resting against Liang Zhao's drooping head, and he stared into his eyes in the dim shadows.

“I didn’t sleep that night.”

It seems like a casual remark, not referring to a specific day, but people with a guilty conscience will feel guilty.

With just these few words, Liang Zhao's expression changed drastically. His body, which was not relaxed to begin with, suddenly tensed up, like a bow ready to be fired, ready to rush out in the next second.

Not giving him a chance to escape, Gu Mengran gently rubbed his forehead against his brow and whispered softly, "That night you put a cooling patch on me and stuffed a thermometer in my mouth, and then what about Liang Zhao? Why did you touch me secretly?"

The thief was caught in the act. His mind went blank and he was unable to explain himself. The only thing he could do was to admit his mistake: "I'm sorry, I——"

"Don't be sorry, look at me, Liang Zhao." Gu Mengran wrapped his hands around Liang Zhao's stiff neck, as if he was wearing a heavy yoke, forcing him to lower his head and look at him. "Tell me why? I just want to hear the answer."

One was sitting upright on the bed, the other was kneeling on the ground, the two of them were snuggling closely, as intimate as lovers. However, Liang Zhao, who seemed to have the upper hand, almost stopped in his tracks, while Gu Mengran, who held the initiative, was still pressing forward step by step.

Five years, more than a thousand days and nights, the person who he had not been able to forget was right in front of him. Liang Zhao's palms were covered with sweat. He used all his self-control to control himself and did not reach out to hold him in his arms.

Why does he have to know the answer, and what answer does he want to hear?

Liang Zhao couldn't be sure, the only thing he didn't dare to take the risk of being a gambler.

"Keeping silent and playing dumb? Well, can I guess?"

Gu Mengran got closer and closer, foreheads touching, noses touching, and his warm breath brushed across his lips as he spoke, like an unintentional kiss.

Liang Zhao felt as if his heart was being grasped in someone's hand. He was conflicted. He wanted to push him away but also wanted to hug him. After all his hesitation and entanglement, he lost the strength to even raise his hands.

Gu Mengran was stubborn and refused to let him go. He gently rubbed his nose and laughed softly, "Actually, I already guessed it. Liang Zhao, do you like me?"

The last layer of fig leaf was finally lifted by his own hands. Liang Zhao thought he would be so nervous that he couldn't breathe, but when he heard the trembling and hoarse voice of the person in his arms and felt the body temperature that belonged to another person, he closed his eyes and surrendered. He raised his hands and hugged Gu Mengran back, and a shallow syllable came out of his throat, "Yes."

One word is enough.

Gu Mengran's throat tightened, a sour taste rose in his nose, and his clear eyes were instantly covered with mist.

A huge joy filled his mind, and the pie that fell from the sky almost knocked him out. Not daring to let Liang Zhao notice anything unusual, he used all his strength to hug Liang Zhao tightly before he could open his eyes.

His reaction gave Liang Zhao great encouragement. Liang Zhao hugged him back tightly, resting his chin on his shoulder, and asked eagerly in his ear: "You don't mind, right?"

Disgusted? Gu Mengran, with tears in his eyes, was almost amused by him. He buried his head in his arms and whispered, "Are you stupid? You are still disgusted after such a situation..."

"Can you give me a chance? Can I pursue you?" Even though the person he loved was in his arms, Liang Zhao still put himself in the position of a pursuer.

Gu Mengran thought he just lacked a sense of security, so he wiped his tears on his clothes, struggled to get out of his arms, looked into his deep eyes, and said with courage: "No need to chase, Liang Zhao, I, I have you in my heart, really, for a long time."

"Is it early? How early?"

Liang Zhao murmured softly, and the smile in his eyes gradually froze.

Gu Mengran, who was filled with joy, hadn't reacted yet and was preparing to tell how he came to love Liang Zhao, but the next second, he called up his memory, and his firm gaze became evasive and vague, and finally he quickly looked away.

The memories of the student days had long been forgotten. They had only been together for a few months on the ship, so how could it be long ago? There was no doubt that Gu Mengran had fallen in love with Liang Zhao as they gradually got to know each other in their previous life.

Liang Zhao is Liang Zhao. Gu Mengran has never regarded the Liang Zhao of his previous life and this life as two different people, especially since Liang Zhao has gradually begun to recover his memory.

But how to explain it now?

Liang Zhao's memory hasn't fully recovered yet. What if he doesn't recognize that it was him...

"Was it a dream?" Liang Zhao stroked Gu Mengran's face gently with his palm. His movements were gentle and his tone was soft, but the words he said left Gu Mengran speechless.

"Do you like the 'me' in your dream? Because 'me' saved you?"

The most worrying thing happened. Gu Mengran's breath was choked, and he explained incoherently: "No, it's not just because you saved me. Liang Zhao, both the dream and the reality are you, don't misunderstand, okay? You will understand in the future."

“What if there was no dream?”

"Right in front of you, Liang Zhao, whom you just reunited with a few months ago, do you feel a little moved by him?"