[Quick Wear] Manual for Saving the Miserable Male Match

Yan Weijia frowned slightly, with a solemn look on his face. Firstly, he didn't expect Song Cian to have such ability to heal the general's injuries. Furthermore, he is able to accurately discover where he is hiding under his invisible concealment. This person should not be underestimated.

When you get back, you must check this person's details carefully. For now, focus on the general first.

Secondly, when he looked at himself, it was as if his thoughts that had been hidden for many years had been stripped away and exposed to the sun, dripping with blood and leaving nothing to hide.

However, according to what the second child said, the five of them owed Song Ci'an a request. For them, what is the difference between this and putting their lives in Song Cian's hands.

Yan Weiyi stared blankly at the two people entering the room. After being stunned for a long time, his head was racing, thinking about what shocking words he had said before.

Yan Weibing in the distance: I knew ???!

The other two people looked at each other: Oh, it's over!

The process of acupuncture was not difficult, but it was Shi Yu who was uncomfortable.

After the acupuncture this time, Shi Yu's memory was almost restored, but restoring memory was a very painful process.

It's as if the brain has been forcibly torn apart, and a lot of things are stuffed into it. These memories will be played out scene by scene in front of you, like a super 4K movie, playing out in your mind frame by frame.

After this period of recuperation and acupuncture, Shi Yu's injuries were almost healed, so there was no need to take off his clothes this time.

After a long acupuncture session, Song Sian put the last needle into the acupuncture bag and rolled it up.

The effects of medicinal materials and acupuncture are already showing.

Shi Yu's head was shaking, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and all the robes he was wearing were wet with cold sweat, sticking to his body stickyly.

It's May, the weather has warmed up, and Shiyu's clothing is relatively thin. The thin clothes were wet and clung to her body, outlining her slim and slender figure.

Song Cian wiped the sweat off Shi Yu's face with a towel wetted with hot water, and straightened the hair that was messy due to the small movement.

After Shiyu completely calmed down and fell into sleep, he took off his sweat-soaked clothes and put on a new set.

The red mole on his eyebrows that belongs to him is getting brighter and brighter. His eyes are closed tightly, and his long and thick eyelashes cast a small shadow.

Song Cian walked out of the house lightly and closed the door.

When the five people outside saw Song Cian coming out, they impatiently stepped forward to ask, but now they were more respectful and convinced than before.

Even Yan Weijia, who was most hostile to Song Cian, stepped forward and saluted Song Cian, "Mr. Song, how is he, General?"

Song Cian casually adjusted his robe, "It's nothing. His memory should be restored when he wakes up."

"That's good." Yan Weiyi, who was halfway up, touched his chest and breathed a sigh of relief. This request had already been promised in Haikou. If the general could not recover his memory, he would really lose his wife and lose his troops. He might as well die...

After hearing this, Yan Weijia nodded, saluted, and sincerely said thank you.

The other four people also made a fist salute and said thank you to Mr. Song.

"No need." Song Ci'an said lightly, "After all, I am also very happy that Shi Yu can recover his memory."

It was getting late, the chirping of insects and birds was gradually rising, the sky was like a dim oil painting, except for the shadow of the setting sun, a crescent moon was rising in the sky.

Wu Luo from Aunt Wu's house next door knocked on the door and brought some tender green alfalfa. He squatted down and fed a few little rabbits before leaving.

During this period, I did not forget to say hello to Song Cian.

Shi Yu felt as if his head was being torn apart alive, and large chunks of memories came flooding in. He was drowning in this vast ocean of memories. From time to time, he would be lifted up by large waves to take a breath, and then continue to roll in the ocean. In the tide of memory.

"Ugly, he is so ugly. We don't want to play with him. Let's go quickly."

"Hold the sword tightly and practice for an extra hour."

"Ayu, my parents and brothers are going to the battlefield. You and your grandmother will wait for us to come back."

"Report, old madam, that the general, madam and young master died in battle..."

"Grandma, let me go. My parents and brothers need me to go for their unfinished mission."

"His Majesty has appointed Shijia Shiyu as General Guard and will be sent to the front line to fight immediately!"

"General, be careful!"

"Report, general! The Wu army was defeated and withdrew thirty miles away..."

"By God's blessing, the emperor issued an edict: Wei General Shiyu defeated the Wu army and promoted our country's prestige... and also granted the title of general to protect the country..."

"My name is Song Cian, I am your husband, and this is my home."

"As for why I'm willing to help you with the antidote even though I know it's you... of course it's because I like you and am happy with you."

"General, the five of us are your subordinates..."

Slowly, the severe pain stopped. Shi Yu lay on the bed and fell into sleep.

In this sleep, he seemed to have had a grand and lasting dream. Those forgotten people and things were slowly appearing in his mind and then disappearing.

Shi Yu woke up, and the room was very quiet. The setting sun shone in through the window and fell to the floor. The wind blew gently, making the continuous leaves rustle.

Song Cian pushed the door open and saw Shi Yu sitting blankly on the bed looking out the window, "Are you awake? Let's have some food."

The familiar tone sounded like that of a couple who had lived together for decades.

Shi Yu was shocked, because the previous memories flooded into his mind, and the memories of this period were sealed away.

Song Ci'an's entry seemed to be the key to unlocking memories. During this time, the ambiguous actions between the two of them flooded into his mind.

Originally, only a few fragmented words flashed through his fragmented memory, but at this moment, the owner who said these words appeared in front of him like a real object.

This memory caused quite a shock to Shi Yu. At this moment, he avoided Song Cian's gaze as if to escape, lowered his eyelashes, and said softly, "Okay."

Seeing Shi Yu's evasive movements, Song Ci'an nodded lightly, knowing that he needed time to digest now, "Okay, I'll wait for you outside."

Shi Yu's eyes followed Song Cian's figure until that figure was isolated.

The memories of this period are like newly brewed spirits, which will be more bitter and spicy than the dusty spirits. One sip is unforgettable. More unforgettable than aged spirits.

One sip can make you intoxicated. Shi Yu didn't know if his current state was considered drunk.

Touching his chest, which was beating violently, Shi Yu lowered his head and buried his face in the quilt. A familiar smell lingered on the tip of his nose, but his heart beat even more violently.

Shi Yu touched his heart and felt the violent heartbeat. It was beating for the owner here.

The glass of strong wine I drank finally became intoxicating today. In other words, starting today, people who drink alcohol will realize that they are drunk.