Hearing this, Gong Ze’s heart felt like it was being stirred by a knife. “Why were you so stubborn? Couldn’t you just be a little good and honestly live with the children? You had to make the children think you were a bad guy, had to be all alone, huh?”
Although he scolded him a couple of times, thinking of how much Feng Yuan had suffered after he was gone, Gong Ze was left with only heartache.
“Gong Ze…”
Feng Yuan looked at the youth before him, whose appearance was somewhat unfamiliar but whose eyes were exactly the same. Once he hugged him, he did not want to let go again.
“I knew it. I could still see you.”
He thought, if he had known earlier that dying would let him see Gong Ze, it would not have taken two years—he would have jumped into the sea or something long ago to come see his man.
But Feng Yuan would only tell Gong Ze this if he were stupid. Gong Ze would definitely be unhappy.
An old married couple reuniting after death naturally had to be sticky for a while. Feng Yuan, big as a mountain tiger, sat on Gong Ze’s lap. One hand hooked around Gong Ze’s neck, the other still holding Gong Ze’s hand.
After hearing Gong Ze explain the whole sequence of events, Feng Yuan was neither disbelieving nor agitated.
After all, Feng Yuan had been eighty when he died.
Living to that age, one saw many things more lightly than young people. Besides, Gong Ze and he had loved each other sweetly for a lifetime. It had not been as tragic as Sang You’s ending, so naturally there was no resentment either.
Being able to see Gong Ze once more, Feng Yuan already felt heaven had finally opened its eyes and let him be lucky once.
In short, Feng Yuan was very calm.
“As long as Sang You isn’t a remarriage partner you found after me, I have no objection.”
Moreover, Sang You was his previous life. Didn’t that mean Gong Ze loved him miserably? Not only did he have to love him for one lifetime, after he reincarnated Gong Ze chased after him?
As for the fact that he was actually a fragment of someone’s soul, and that the original body was something even he himself did not know…
Feng Yuan did not feel he was a substitute at all!
His other half’s soul was currently only Gong Ze’s teacher. The two had not even kissed.
But he and Gong Ze had spent a lifetime together. The number of times they had slept together was more than the salt the other half’s soul had eaten.
Heh…
Feng Yuan sneered.
However you looked at it, the other was his substitute, right?
“Besides, not only will I have one lifetime with you, afterward I can fuse into one. If memories are preserved, I don’t believe my memories can lose to my other lifetimes.”
Feng Yuan proudly hooked Gong Ze’s neck and kissed his old gong’s lips. He grinned arrogantly. “If I fuse with my own memories, what difference is that from rebirth, from changing bodies and coming back to life?”
For him, someone who had already lived a lifetime, fusion was a win no matter how you counted it!
Every extra second was profit!
Gong Ze simply loved Feng Yuan’s arrogant yet cleverly arrogant appearance to death.
Feng Yuan thinking this way was absolutely an unexpected joy for Gong Ze. He curved his eyes and tightened his arm around Feng Yuan’s waist. “Thank you, Feng Yuan. Originally I thought you would punch me and then resist with all your strength.”
“Tsk, when there’s no choice, what use is resisting?”
He rubbed his hands together, already prepared to fight for dominance with the memories of his other lives.
“Start the fusion.”
Feng Yuan got ready, hooked Gong Ze’s chin, and kissed him fiercely. After releasing him he said: “Get it done as fast as possible, revive as fast as possible, and get to our happy life as fast as possible.”
“Okay.” Gong Ze could not help laughing, moved. “As expected of you.”
He took out the feather and looked reluctantly at Feng Yuan, saying quietly: “Don’t worry, it’ll be quick. No pain. And we will definitely meet again.”
“Mm, I believe you.”
Come on.
White light shone. The protruding mysterious eyeball spun wildly, then quickly calmed and slowly closed, as if nearing capacity and a little tired.
And when the light disappeared, Feng Yuan’s figure was already gone from the room, leaving only Gong Ze holding the feather, head lowered, a lingering smile at the corners of his eyes.
Avoiding the Main God’s SAN-value-dropping eyeball, he kissed the place behind the feather and murmured gently:
“Sang You, Feng Yuan… don’t worry. Soon we can be together…”
But after saying this gently, Gong Ze suddenly felt something was off.
emmm…
This image, this line, this scene… why did it seem so much like a perverted serial killer, a psychopath, or some villain’s dangerous speech before making a move?
Especially since Lu Youling was still coming later.
Gong Ze silently: Even more like after killing two people, about to kill the third.
He took out his phone and checked the time. It was almost the appointed hour. Gong Ze put away the feather and muttered to himself: “I hope when I confess everything to Youling later, persuading him can be as easy as Feng Yuan…”
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On the other side.
Lu Youling sent off the last patient he was examining, hurriedly took off his white coat, took his own clothes out of the cabinet and changed into them, then found his backpack and took out some small things from inside: perfume, a wooden comb, body lotion, hand cream.
While raising his hand to check his watch, he hurriedly tidied his hair in front of the mirror. Worriedly looking at the monolid, cold-pale little doctor in the mirror, he murmured: “Fine, soft, limp hair really is such a pain…”
Short hair just clung dead to his scalp, as if he had not washed it for days. Long hair clumped in strands, looking shiny and especially sparse.
Last week he had squeezed out time to get it permed, but today it had already lost most of its effect.
Lu Youling gloomily bit his lower lip with his teeth, grinding it in dissatisfaction.
“How am I supposed to go on a date like this…”
He quickly styled it with hair gel a few times. At last it was presentable. Then he sniffed the pungent disinfectant smell on himself.
After becoming a doctor, most dates required spraying some perfume. Doctors like them were almost marinated in disinfectant down to the meat. Their own noses were numb and could not smell it, but the moment they sat in front of someone, they could see the other subconsciously frown and sniff.
It made many doctors especially sensitive when they went out and noticed someone sniffing, subconsciously thinking it was their own smell.
He sprayed perfume and applied hand cream.
Seeing his fair, slender fingers like flawless jade, Lu Youling finally felt a little happier.
His hands were one of the most charming parts of his body.
His looks were refined, but he was not a great handsome man. He could only be called an atmosphere handsome guy, entirely supported by temperament and a clean foundation.
But everyone who had seen Lu Youling’s hands would subconsciously look twice more. Some hand fetishists could not look away at all.
So Lu Youling took quite good care of his hands.
After tidying his clothes once more, Lu Youling relaxed his lower lip, which he had bitten into teeth marks, and muttered to himself: “I don’t believe this still can’t win you over!”
He left the consultation room briskly.
Before leaving, Lu Youling smiled and said to the nurse: “Xiaowen, I’m going out to eat with a friend. If I come back late, have Doctor Zhao cover a shift for me. Next time he has something, I’ll cover for him. I’ll bring you guys something tasty!”
“Okay, got it, Doctor Lu.”
Watching him walk away, the two nurses exchanged a glance and both saw the gossip in each other’s eyes.
“Doctor Lu seems to have dressed up.”
“Hehe, at a glance it’s definitely not an ordinary friend.”
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