MTL - Undying Patient-Chapter 25 Amnesia general love old 13

Joy listened to him asking this, and immediately took the basin and the pat and trot to the side of the window. After opening the window, he glanced out, and then reached out to explore. After feeling the coolness that fell on the palm, he widened his eyes and marveled. : "Yes, boy, it's drizzle. It's not that big. How did you know?"

Actually he asked for zero.

"I didn't sing the bird again, I guessed it." Su Jinzhi smiled, stretched her body and stretched a lazy waist, her peach blossom eyes narrowed for a moment, like a cat, " I also said that the weather is good today and I plan to go out for a stroll. "

Hearing with joy, he was shocked: "Don't go out anymore, every time you go out, you are brought back by Yun Shenyi. It's raining outside today, so you can stay in the building and let me do it for you Isn't something delicious? "

Su Jinzhi sighed: "It's all medicated diet, what's delicious."

"It's not my son that you don't take medicine well. If you have been taking medicine obediently, it would have been better. You can do whatever joy you want." Xi Yue knelt at his feet and put on shoes for him. "You last time Did n’t you also say that the eight-bait silver wire fish made by Xile is delicious? I asked Yun Shenyun, and he said that the dish was light and the son could eat it, would you please make that dish for you today?

Upon hearing this, Su Jinzhi immediately smiled and narrowed his eyes, and said, "Okay."

After lunch, Xi Lei took advantage of Su Jinzhi's siesta and went downstairs to tell Yun Mengchen all the youth's abnormalities this morning. He was a **** and couldn't help his son. He would only listen to some of his son's best friends.

Yun Mengchen also found out that Su Jinzhi was wrong during lunch—he was so good, he was like a puppet operated by a puppet master. If he asked him to take medicine, he would take medicine. If he let him eat more, he would After pressing the stomach that had already been supported, he stuffed another half of a bowl of rice. In the end, he was afraid that the young man would accumulate food. Then he took his bowl and told him to go for a nap after eating and drinking.

But why did he do that?

Didn't he already tell him that Feng Jiuli was the Jiang Lishan he had been waiting for? He's already waiting for him, why not go to him?

A terrible idea suddenly appeared in Yun Mengchen's mind. He was shocked, and walked towards Su Jin's room.

Su Jinzhi slept directly on the soft collapse, and covered himself with a thin blanket.

Yun Mengchen sat beside him until he woke up.

One of Su Jin opened his eyes, and when his consciousness was still in the haze, he saw Yun Mengchen's white figure. The drowsiness disappeared instantly, and he got up and asked him: "Brother Yun, how do you--"

"Jinzhi." Yun Mengchen interrupted him, his voice was awkward, as if he was spitting gravel, and he just stopped talking about it, "Why don't you go to him?"

Yun Mengchen did not mention his name, but both of them knew who he was referring to.

Su Jinzhi laughed for a while, then suddenly asked, "Why go to him? Haven't I already found it?"

The young man laughed happily, and the restrained charm that seemed to be restrained in the face of him also broke through the curtain and leaked to the end of his eyebrows, but Yun Mengchen would rather he was crying miserably and sadly, also Don't laugh at him like this now.

"Don't you always want to see him?" Yun Mengchen paused, his throat knot twitched several times, and the voice again was astringent and dumb, fearing that the speed of unbelief of the youth would speed up a bit, "My master brother has been looking for You meet now-- "

"He wasn't looking for me." Su Jinzhi paused, looking at Yun Mengchen's gaze, as if looking at someone through him, "He was looking for the memories of his absence."

The youth's voice was low, mixed with loss and sorrow that he might not even know about himself.

"Actually that's fine."

"I didn't hate him for hating him for making me wait so long and hating him for not picking me up, but he forgot me."

"My hate for me and my feelings became my own business." The young man lay down again, curled up, pulled the thin blanket around his neck, and wrapped himself tightly, trying to resist the slave The bones were winding up cold, "We can't be together anymore."

"He has become famous now, and there are so many beautiful people around him, why should he force him to remember me as a poor and dirty man?"

Yun Mengchen's hands and feet were cold. As if struck by a lightning strike, he wanted to hide something pale: "No you are not"

Su Jinzhi chuckled, narrowed his eyes in the blanket and opened his eyes, and then came out of a snow-covered arm out of the blanket, pinched his chin, got close to him, his breath was warm, and his voice mixed again. Fascinating flattery: "Who doesn't know that I'm Hua Wuyan is a legendary master of the world? Haven't I ever slept with my benefactors in the Five Kingdoms? If I hadn't washed my hands in the golden basin, maybe I would have slept all over Chong Luo Guoman's dynasty officials will naturally not fall behind your seven masters— "

"Enough, don't say it again!" Yun Mengchen's chest kept rising and falling, and he could no longer hear the young man lining himself as Wu Yan, saying the words of self-harm who didn't know who was cutting his flesh, and patted him away. With his arms suddenly rising, there was endless sorrow in the eyes of those on the couch.

"How credible is the rumor? I was tired of him and the culprit that caused him to fall into the cliff. Now that he has forgotten me, I am too late to be happy. Why would I want to see him again?" His wrists rose, his clothes were half-open, revealing that the world had lost all their wealth and was eager to take a glance at the flourishing peony map, blooming on the snow-colored skin.

Yun Mengchen, like a sharp needle, suddenly closed his eyes and didn't overdo it: "The rumors are not credible, but I don't believe a word!"

"Why do you believe me or not? I--kekekeke!" The young man stopped halfway, and replaced it with the throbbing cough, which lingered in his dream day and night, waving it Don't go.

Yun Mengchen opened his eyes sharply, and saw the young man twitching his body with his lips twitching, and the blood between his fingers continued to overflow with colorful blood, corresponding to the peony buds slowly spreading between his collarbone on his shoulders, such as sharp blades. The heart of Yunmeng Chen reminds him all the time-all blame you!

You kept him out for three years!

Because of your own selfish and sad filthy thoughts, torture him to death in this cage and those who hurt him!

Unconsciously, Yun Mengchen's face was full of tears. Su Jinzhi broke his cough, and looked at him and couldn't help but smile gently: "What are you crying for?"

Yun Mengchen wiped a tear and said dumbly, "Don't move, I will give you a needle."

Su Jinzhi stunned and smiled when he heard his words. When he raised his hand, he dropped the needle pouch that the man had passed to the ground. His voice was cold: "Let's go, the chess game is cancelled, I don't want to see you anymore."

Yun Mengchen knelt down on the ground to pick up the needle, heard the words suddenly looked up and stared at him, the young man's figure was facing the light, for a moment he felt that he could not see the expression on his face, and he did not know what he said It is true or false, but the next moment, he heard the young man snoring again, and said as disdainfully and indifferently as countless people mentioned prostitutes--

"Your medical skills are not good. After treating me for so long, I still look like this. Does Yunda Shenyi still face me and refuse to leave?"

"Still," he bowed his voice, his charming and dazzling face was close to Yun Mengchen's eyes, and he was at his fingertips. "Brother Yun also wants to be Wu Yan's guest of honor?"

"If this is used as a reward for healing, Wu Yan is not unacceptable--" he said, actually starting to pull up his belt.

Yun Mengchen quickly bowed his head and squeezed his needle pouch, and panicked up and said, "Enough is enough! Jinzhi, don't you like this, I'll just go"

Su Jinzhi's shirt lay messily on the soft collapse, Peach Blossom eyes glared and smirked, "Who is your Jinzhi?"

Yun Mengchen paled and left.

At the moment he stepped out of the threshold, Su Jinzhi heard the consistent indifferent electromechanical sound of No. 1: "Save the target Yun Mengchen, the progress value is 100/100, and the rescue is successful."

No. 0 followed by a clap of electronic sounds, and the sound was extremely cheerful: "Master Host is great!"

Su Jinzhi looked at Yun Mengchen's departure and sighed softly.

He came for the sake of the world, but was trapped in a small building in this country because of Jun Changle, and now he was forced to leave by Hua Wuyan, the last thing he wanted to see. I'm afraid he would never go back and take a step here.

"Be a good doctor in the future," Su Jinzhi said finally.

Yun Mengchen hurriedly collected his things and wrote down the prescription that Su Jinzhi usually drank. It did not alarm anyone to go away quietly in the night.

He stayed in Huaqilou for three years, and now facing the vast sea and the vast world, he didn't know where to go all at once, as if none of the vast world was his accommodation.

While walking, he went to the General's Mansion where Feng Jiuli was temporarily residing.

Feng Jiuli, who had just returned from a supper from the outside, saw Yun Mengchen in front of his house, thinking he had read it wrong, and frowned, "Three brothers?"

"Master" Yun Mengchen stared back at him in sorrow.

Feng Jiuli saw him as if he had lost his soul, ate the kebab in his hand three times and two times with the love of the same door, and stepped forward and asked him, "Three brothers, why did you come to me? You are not Should be "

Yun Mengchen smiled wryly, "Where should I be? Nowhere should I be."

"It's cold outside, let's go ahead and talk." Feng Jiuli patted his shoulder and took him into his mansion.

Inside the room, Yun Mengchen held a cup of warming hot wine handed over by Feng Jiuli to a daze, and the spirit still did not return.

Feng Jiuli took off his big Qiu and sat down in front of him. He poured a glass of wine for himself and drank it. A little wine ran down the corner of his lips, slipped into the collar and disappeared. , I heard Yun Mengchen said, "Master, do you know your own life?"

Feng Jiuli heard for a moment and looked at him: "My life experience? Did my brother refer to my life experience before my memory loss?"

"Yes." Yun Mengchen nodded slowly.

"Of course I don't know. If my brother knows it, it's better to dispel my brother's confusion?" Feng Jiuli looked at Yun Mengchen and said indifferently. "

Yun Mengchen opened his eyes suddenly and asked him suspiciously, "You already know?"

The room became quiet as the night went by.

Feng Jiuli was silent for a long while and smiled stiffly, "Brother, aren't you joking with me?"

Yun Mengchen looked at him without saying a word, but he was speechless affirmation.

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Feng Jiuli's hand on the table slowly clenched into a fist, and the words that Jun Changwu said every time he came to him again came to his mind—

"You are him!"

"You are Jiang Lishan! It is my brother's Jiang Lishan!"

"You give me back Brother Jin!"

Jinzhi.

A ridiculous thought suddenly appeared, Feng Jiuli murmured: "That flower has no beauty"

"He isn't called Hua Wuyan." Yun Mengchen shook his head with a bitter smile. "His name is Jun Changle, the brother of Jin said by Miss Junjia Si, the one with deep roots for you."

"Why didn't you say it earlier!" Feng Jiuli was shocked, and suddenly he got up with his ten fingers and moved forward to pinch Yun Mengchen's collar, sharply questioning him. The wine glasses on the table fell to the ground with his fierce movements, fragmented.

"What did I say? Speaking of the general of Chongluo Country, you have been waiting for Jiang Lishan?" Yun Mengchen looked up with a smile, and his voice gradually raised, "You have forgotten him! Even if you have met him, you have also Can't remember who he is! "

Feng Jiuli opened his hand swiftly.

Yes, he doesn't remember him at all. Jun Changle now has no strangers with strangers in his eyes. He even humiliated him at Mudan Pavilion after receiving the fate.

Feng Jiuli stepped back two steps, stiffened his back, and looked cold, his tall body revealed a little helplessly in the cold night, and then he walked out quickly, and even Daqiao who was cold-proof was too late.

Yun Mengchen laughed and watched him leave, then slowly knelt on the ground, covering his eyes and crying.

Feng Jiuli listened to Jun Changwu and he talked about the past between Jiang Lishan and Jun Changle. I heard how affectionate her junior family member Jin Jiajin was, and she said how ruthless Jiang Lishan had forgotten him. However, she only smiled as if it were a story between two strangers. She never thought that what she said was true and that he had forgotten.

— But he no longer remembers him.

In the eyes of the world, Jiang Lishan and Jun Changle are dead. Today, only the general of Chongluo, Feng Jiuli, and the first beauty of Zhuhua, Hua Wuyan, are two people who have nothing to do with each other.

He didn't know that they had such a deep bond, even he didn't remember it.

Feng Jiuli couldn't help remembering that day in Peony Pavilion, the young man clasped his hand and traced his eyebrows, his eyes filled with hope that he would remember his hope and glimmer.

Later

Feng Jiuli was tense, his ten fingers clenched tightly into a fist, and he leapt forward, stepping on the peach branch and leveraging the Huaqilou.

There was no light in the room, and a gust of wind caused by his break-in into the window frame moved the princess-colored veil next to the window frame, but the young man was still lying quietly on the bed and found nothing about the visitors. Feng Jiuli turned and closed the window, and the hunting wind stopped.

He walked to the edge of the bed and carefully found an empty space to sit down. He put his hands on the eyebrows of the young man, and then suddenly withdrew as if he had touched the burning red coals. It was not until Tianming Fang left.

So Su Jinzhi woke up the next day and found that Feng Jiuli's progress value suddenly jumped to 75/100.

"Host host! General Feng sat by your bed all night yesterday!" Zero said to Su Jinzhi excitedly, "Is he back to memory?"

"It shouldn't be, maybe Yun Mengchen said something to him." Su Jinzhi wasn't too surprised. Feng Jiuli wouldn't increase his progress value for no reason, but this progress is definitely not because he restored his memory. Otherwise he won't leave at dawn.

Su Jinzhi got up on the bed, stepped on the soft and warm carpet and walked to the closet, and took out a very gorgeous apricot gown to put on her. The clothes had a complicated embroidery pattern on the neckline, and delicate and delicate Yao Huang was embroidered on the hem and sleeve corners. Cheng Qi, even more youthful and unparalleled, is a disaster.

Zero asked him, "Host, what are you doing?"

"Be a strong, seductive, low-priced man." Su Jinzhi smiled at the scarlet crying mole under the corner of his eyes, walked to the bronze mirror, and stretched out his fingers to caress the person's face lightly-colored lips. As Yu Xue's face, that Xingyi didn't line up his complexion, but reflected that his face became paler and weaker.

His physical condition in this world is not very good. Every time he saves a person, the severity of the illness will decrease. It stands to reason that he completely healed himself after completing all the tasks, but he was given a level 7 punishment before the first, almost driving this originally fragile body into despair, if not for him Later, in a hurry, he directly brushed up Yun Mengchen's progress value. I'm afraid he can only be a waste person lying in bed now.

Except for the three princes Yan Hui who haven't met yet, how to save Su Jinzhi, the other rescue target, is more or less clever, but it is easy to think about, but difficult to implement.

Especially when he saw Feng Jiuli.

Su Jinzhi puts his forehead, his eyes lightly glanced at the Xuanyi man who forcibly broke into Mudan Pavilion, trying to suppress the pain caused by the second punishment.

Xi Yue hurried in behind him, glaring his head with red eyes and apologizing, "Public, princes can't stop General Feng."

"It's okay." Su Jinzhi sat up straight from the couch, kneeled down at the low table for the guests, smiled and waved to indicate that he was safe before pouring tea. Why stop him? "

Feng Jiuli stood quietly for a while at Huamen, looking back at the young man as if he had a cup of tea-colored eyes in his hand, and then he opened stiffly and walked in front of him without his legs.

The young man put a cup of hot tea in front of him, and greeted him with a smile: "General Feng, please use tea."

The man did not sit on his knees as regular as he did, but half-crossed his legs, one hand resting on his lap, the other hand took the cup of tea, and a pair of sword eyebrows wrinkled tightly as he saw him before, but could no longer condense Stay indifferent.

Feng Jiuli opened his mouth, but suddenly found that he didn't know what to call the youth at all-it was Jin Zhi, or Wu Yan, and there was no solution at all.

The young man seemed to see through his distress and smiled softly: "The general calls me Wuyan."

"You don't look very good." The man paused for a moment, but didn't call him any name, bluntly talking about other topics.

Su Jinzhi replied: "I'm sick, and his face naturally doesn't look good."

Of the only ten years of Feng Jiuli's memory now, half of them were the ease of learning martial arts with the brothers and sisters in Guiyun Valley, and half were the boldness of dealing with the soldiers during the battlefield. He had never had any experience with young people. He only Know how to speak straight out of your mind, and no longer need to say extra words to young people-

"You follow me."

The young man seemed to hear something surprising, and looked up at him with a slight squint: "Where? Where to go?"

"Back to Chongluo, I'll take you back." Feng Jiuli straightened his back, his body was slightly forward, the grip on the table was already clenched into a fist, showing the seriousness of the master.

I'll take you back and take you home.

Jun Changle waited for him for too long, but unfortunately when he finally waited, he couldn't go home.

"But what kind of identity does Wu Yan want to go back to?" Su Jinzhi smiled. He put his hands on the low table and his body moved forward. He leaned his chin close to the man and talked with his lips.

The man frowned even more when he heard the words. Su Jinzhi continued without waiting for him to answer: "Now in the eyes of the world, only Feng Jiuli and Hua Wuyan are the same. The general is the same. Wu Yan had left voluntarily. It doesn't have to be this way-- "

"Okay." Suddenly, the man's low voice came into his ear. Su Jinzhi froze and looked up at him.

I saw the man's deep eyes staring at him without blinking, and firmly said, "I'll take you back as Hua Wuyan."

Su Jinzhi's fingers trembled, knocked over the tea cup, and the pain rushing with the love in his heart made him tremble, but No. 1 was still giving him a cool breeze: "Control, control."

Okay your mother.

Su Jinzhi was painful and angry. She just wanted to scold her mother, her eyes widened and her eyes stared at Feng Jiuli.

Feng Jiuli thought he was happy, so he softened his voice, and the coldness between his eyebrows softened. He reached out and stroked the long black hair on the side of the young man's brain, murmured against his forehead: "Sorry, I am late"

He had heard this person's name a long time ago, whether it was Hua Wuyan or Jun Changle, but he was not familiar with any of them.

But when he saw him, no matter how hard he tried to resist his own impulse, each time he met, he would always fall deeper, as if this was what they had already decided in their fortune—even if I forgot you, be When I see you again, I will definitely fall in love with you again.

Who knows, the young man slaps his hand coldly when he hears this sentence, and he can't help ** on the mat beside him: "Who wants you to pick it up!" After saying these short five words, he His complexion turned whiter, and he could not even control his limbs to curl up, as if suppressing some great pain.

Su Jinzhi thought that he was going to faint in the next moment, but in the midst of turning, he felt that he was being lifted by a pair of powerful arms. The man gently held his hands, and the warmth in his arms relieved him almost instantly Pain in the body.

The long shirt embroidered with Yao Huang was scattered all over the place, and the young man's dark black hair hung quietly on the bamboo mat, and Feng Jiuli closed his arms tightly on his chest and kissed his forehead gently: "The claws are so good? You're nothing like him"

Realizing that the body of the young man in his arms suddenly froze, Feng Jiuli laughed lowly and continued to finish his speech: "I'm not like that person either. He forgets you and you don't remember him anymore."

"Forgot?" The young man smiled softly, but tears kept flowing from the corner of his eyes. "You speak lightly and simply, but it is easier said than done!"

Su Jinzhi's voice suddenly became sharp, but he couldn't hide the crying cry that he tried to hide: "You can easily forget all the past, but you think everyone in the world can be as good as you-"

The man reached out his finger, pressed his lips, and sealed the rest of his words in his throat. For a time, the Mudan Pavilion was so silent that he could only hear the voice of two people **. Su Jinzhi blinked, and the water in her eyes condensed into drips again, soaking Feng Jiuli's palm.

He drew back his hand as if he had been scalded, and sighed heavily: "I know, you can't forget it."

Su Jinzhi looked up at him.

"But we can recognize each other again. Your name is Hua Wuyan, and my name is Feng Jiuli."