Picked up a Huo Qubing [time travel]

It's still a little difficult.

Xu Han, who was full of mental activity, casually leaned his shoulders against the wall, waiting for Mr. Sweet Potato to solve his physical problems by himself.

"En." A short reply, after a while, Mr. Sweet Potato began to refresh Xu Han's views again.

I saw that the patient first lowered his head, slowly raised his hands, and then...fumbled for a while at the front of his trousers and crotch...

Xu Han, who couldn't wait for any movement for a long time, glanced sideways, and saw Mr. Sweet Potato's self-touching behavior, which can be said to be a very brain-dead self-touching behavior.

After a few seconds, Mr. Sweet Potato began to pull the elastic band on the pants again. It seemed to be the first time he had seen such pants, pulling left and right. (Note 2)

After studying carefully for a while, Mr. Sweet Potato discovered the benefits of the design of the elastic band. He suddenly realized it, and then grabbed the waistband with both hands, and pushed the trousers to the crotch and down...

Crashing...the sound of water finally gurgling down.

Xu Han, who was shocked by Mr. Sweet Potato's strange behavior to the new realm of petrification, couldn't bear to look directly at him. He immediately turned sideways, raised his hand to cover half of his small round face, and his heart began to churn.

Didn’t this Nima fall into a mentally handicapped... How to go to the toilet and untie your pants is the same as discovering the New World!

Just when Xu Han couldn't help complaining, Mr. Sweet Potato finally solved his personal problem.

"I'm done." Mr. Sweet Potato's voice and tone were still weird and stiff.

"Oh, it's fine as long as it's done. Wash your hands." Xu Han was tired.

"..." Huo Qubing was a little puzzled, he looked around, but found no place with water.There is no clear water in the white round basin (washbasin) beside me.According to his observation, the only place with water in this latrine is the toilet in front of him.

Could it be...you want to use your own urine...to wash your hands...this kind of thing...can't be tolerated...

Huo Qubing stared at the white toilet, and there was a rare unattractive expression on his wooden face.

Xu Han was so bored, he leaned against the door and waited for two seconds, when Mr. Sweet Potato suddenly raised his head and looked around the toilet strangely, as if he was looking for something; then he stopped his gaze at the only... toilet with water.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Xu Han feels that Mr. Sweet Potato's eyes staring at the toilet at the moment are a bit horrible.

"Why are you staring blankly? You pissed yourself, won't you flush?" Xu Han raised his eyebrows and looked at Mr. Sweet Potato with a slightly blue face in surprise.

"Ru, how, rush?" Mr. Sweet Potato was bewildered.

Xu Han helplessly raised his head and let out a long sigh, walked over and pressed the flush button.

Huo Qubing's eyes flashed, staring at the inside of the white toilet in surprise, water flowed into the black hole at the bottom of the bucket from all directions, washing the inside as white as new.

"Okay, don't be dazed, go wash your hands." Xu Han helped Mr. Sweet Potato to the sink.

Mr. Sweet Potato shifted his gaze to the sink again, and continued to be confused: "How to...wash?" He imitated Xu Han's action just now, and pressed the faucet, but no clean water flowed out of the thin tube.

Hearing this sentence, Xu Han especially wanted to kneel down.

Who is this!Don't even use the faucet? !What happened to your brain?Minor concussion?It's a severe concussion at all, smash your brain into tofu dregs!

Xu Han was so angry that he hummed and tried to take a deep breath to suppress the burning feeling in his heart.

not right...

Xu Han narrowed his eyes, stared at Mr. Sweet Potato's eyes and face seriously and carefully for a moment, and found that Mr. Sweet Potato was not joking with him, nor did he show signs of faking memory loss.He really can't use the tap.

At this moment, Xu Han finally felt that something was wrong.

Xu Han's face sank from the helplessness and impatience just now, and his face was solemn.He sadly found out that the situation seemed to be very serious. Now he really seriously suspected that Mr. Sweet Potato's injury this time really hurt his brain.

Xu Han turned on the faucet and saw clear water trickling out of the pipe. He looked up at Mr. Sweet Potato's eyes and said patiently, "Hey, there's water. Wash your hands. This faucet needs to be turned like this to turn it on and off."

Huo Qubing stared at Xu Han's movement of using the faucet, and nodded to show that he understood.He wanted to pull the corner of his mouth at Xu Han, but found that the muscles on his face were still numb and he didn't feel anything.It seems that there is no problem with controlling the movements of this body consciously, but the grasp of the subtle expressions has to be gradually adapted when the physical fitness is restored.

Xu Han took a closer look at his expression again, it didn't seem like a fake at all, and put away his casual attitude, pressed some hand sanitizer from the bottle next to the sink, took Mr. Sweet Potato's hand, and washed him carefully bit by bit .

Huo Qubing was staring at Xu Han pressing the bottle of hand sanitizer. The pink viscous liquid dripping from the bottle made him very curious, but after a while, he was attracted by Xu Han's act of washing his hands .

Huo Qubing was rarely so close to people, even though he had always had servants and maids in the mansion, he rarely used them for personal matters.Men in the army are not as delicate as those civil servants and nobles.

At this time, his hands were held and scrubbed so carefully by this slippery, rude and stingy man, even the crevices of his fingers were patiently washed for him.

The warmth of skin contact and the coolness of running water are intertwined. This strange feeling makes Huo Qubing feel a soft emotion in his heart:

This person is temporarily credible.

The author has something to say: Note 1: During the period of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, paper had already appeared.But the paper at that time was rough and not yet used as a writing tool. The improvement and real popularization of paper manufacturing technology was in the Eastern Han Dynasty.The commonly used writing and recording tools in the Western Han Dynasty were "bamboo slips".There are two types of bamboo slips and wooden slips.As for the silk script: it existed in the pre-Qin period. "Mozi Minggui Pian" has already mentioned "the bamboo and silk of books".But silk is expensive.In the Eastern Han Dynasty? Cui Yuan's "Book with Ge Yuanfu" still said that "silk script" is "poor and not as good as plain".

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Note 2: People in the Han Dynasty wore pants close to the body.There are two kinds of trousers: one kind of trousers is not stitched, and only a piece of cloth is wrapped between the waist and thigh, which is called calf-nosed trousers.The other is crotch pants. "Shi Ming, Shi Clothes": "Pants, Guan Ye, which are tied to the waist on both feet." "Ji Jiu Pian" Yan Note: "Hakama and crotch are called trousers, and those who are closest to you." It is this kind of trousers. .So General Huo has never seen pants with elastic waists that we often wear in modern times.

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I feel sorry for my hussar general, who has become a tenth-level disabled person in modern life. I don’t understand anything, and I don’t know anything.

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The self-abuse author is very tired from searching information, but I still want to restore the imagination of the differences in the various living habits of the characters in the Han Dynasty after they traveled to the modern age, and even the differences in the thoughts and concepts of the characters. Precise guessing.If there are any inadequacies, welcome to leave comments and exchange points.

☆, chicken flying dog jumping 2

Xu Han helped Mr. Sweet Potato onto the bed, and after wrinkling his brows, he decided to try to ask him some questions first, to test whether he was really out of his mind.

"That...Mr. Huo, right?" Xu Han looked at him cautiously.

"Sir? What do you mean? I don't understand... What are you talking about..."

(Note 1)

"Brother, I've been wanting to ask you since just now. Why do you always speak with an ancient style? And it's a weird mix of modern language and ancient style?" Xu Han really didn't understand what Mr. Sweet Potato said. It doesn't matter if the tone is strange, even the words used are a nondescript mixture of self-made, modern and ancient styles.

Could it be caused by being a stand-in actor and memorizing ancient lines?

However, a guy who even forgot how to use the toilet and turn on the faucet, still remembers a few lines before he was injured?This...isn't it too unreasonable?

Or is it... This guy is pretending to be sick and pitiful, and he doesn't want to pay him for breaking the TV? !Or do you want to pretend to be sick and stay at his house? !

If this is the case, it is really unbearable for uncles and aunts.

Xu Han, who thought about the belly of the Hussar General with the heart of a villain, immediately snuffed out the sympathy that had arisen just now.

Here Xu Han is full of negative energy caused by his own speculation, and Huo Qubing over there is reminded by Xu Han's question, and he realizes it.

Huo Qubing knew why this happened to him.

To put it simply, he now has the memory of two languages ​​in his head, and before his soul can fully control this body, he cannot accurately combine the language he used before with the language used here stored in his brain. Make a good fusion expression.

Therefore, whether it is his voice, intonation, or verbal expression, when he speaks, he is interspersed with various interspersed words, which has become what Xu Han mentioned in his mouth, "a strange mix of modern language and ancient style".

He wasn't worried about this, the little fat man in front of him probably wanted to talk to him.Huo Qubing is also willing to accompany him, after all he needs to know where he is now and whether he will be in danger in the future.

He still couldn't explain clearly at this time, and he didn't know the details of the man in front of him, so Huo Qubing chose not to answer and asked instead: "Here, is, which country? The emperor, who is it?"

Xu Han frowned: "Uh... China. We don't have an emperor here, only the chairman..."

Has Mr. Sweet Potato really incorporated filming into his soul?The common sense of life is gone, and I can’t even speak, but I still remember the lines?What kind of dedication is this! TAT

Huo Qubing didn't understand what Xu Han meant by "China". It was obvious that Xu Han's expression did not seem to be lying, so he continued to ask with a wooden face: "Which clan are you?" (Note 2)

What he is worried about now is that this little fat man is a Hun.

Xu Han was confused by his strange question: "Han nationality. What about you?" (⊙o⊙)

After answering this question, Xu Han felt that Mr. Sweet Potato seemed to be greatly relieved.Why did the conversation get so weird?

Xu Han wanted to cry a little.

Mr. Sweet Potato looked much more relaxed: "Who are you, my lord?"

Xu Han stared blankly, "I, no, my lord. I can eat enough for one person and the whole family will not be hungry."

Mr. Sweet Potato's line after line made his mind go a little dizzy, and it took him a few seconds to react:

"No, brother, is the content of our conversation a bit crooked?! Don't ask me first, I want to know your name now."

With a name, I can take you to the hospital tomorrow.Temporary cases need to write their names. It depends on whether you remember how to write.

Huo Qubing looked at Xu Han carefully for a few seconds, raised his chin slightly, and said in a calm tone, "Huo! Go! Ill!"

Huo Qubing... Huo Qubing...

Oh, it turns out that he previously acted as Hussar General Huo Qubing in the TV series "Wei Qing Biography" which is currently filming the biography of a great man.No wonder this line has an ancient flavor.

but!People who have forgotten the common sense of life and how to speak normally, still remember the role in the previous work?Remember the lines? !

If you remember the role you replaced, you must also remember your name!

Xu Han reasoned so, his face gradually darkened.

No matter how you think about it, you feel that this guy is a bit like cheating on me?

"I'm not asking about the name of the character you're substituting for. I'm asking about your real name. Chinese real name." Xu Han couldn't figure out whether Mr. Sweet Potato was really sick or just pretending to be stupid, so his tone was not as good as before, he was a little The child impatiently brushed his hair.

Mr. Sweet Potato looked at Xu Han very seriously, with a hint of pride in his tone: "Huo Qubing, it's me, my real name."

Speaking of business, what are you thinking about joking around like this!Sure enough, you don't want to pay back the money, do you?Sure enough, you want to lose your memory by dressing up, right? !

Xu Han was upset now, and taunted, "Which Huo Qubing are you? Which country are you from? Where is your hometown?"

Want to play, right?Come, I will play with you.Isn't it role playing? !I can!

Mr. Sweet Potato looked upright, and looked at Xu Han seriously: "Big man, Hedong Pingyang. The official worships Da Sima." It was probably about a very serious topic, but Mr. Sweet Potato spoke a complete sentence in one breath, without any broken sentences.

The veins on Xu Han's forehead twitched: "Now is not the time to play cosplay!! Brother, it will be useful to take you to the hospital tomorrow to ask for your name! Where is your ID card? What is the name on the ID card?!"

Mr. Sweet Potato was sitting upright, with a serious expression on his face: "What is an ID card?"

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Xu Han's heart is broken at this moment.

Pack.You pretend again!What is an ID card you don't know?Do you understand if you dress too much but wear it instead? !understand? !

Dad is going to be angry!

Xu Han remembered that they were delivered together today, besides this Mr. Huo, there was also a big suitcase that looked like luggage.He didn't want to continue "Tai Chi" with Mr. Sweet Potato anymore, so he simply stood up from the low stool, went back to the living room and started tossing the box.

The suitcase was huge, and Xu Han angrily opened it only to find that it was half empty, and he couldn't help being taken aback.

Mr. Sweet Potato's luggage is very simple, two sets of replacement clothes for outer wear, two sets of long johns, and three pairs of very old men's boxer briefs, and a few basic daily necessities, nothing else is superfluous.

In addition, Xu Han found crumpled 800 yuan in the hidden pocket of his suitcase.

Holding the 800 yuan, Xu Han frowned.

It's not easy for this person to go out and work alone away from home.I remembered that when I left home, there were three large suitcases and small bags in total, and the pocket money savings from my parents and elders was enough for twenty thousand. After arriving in City B, there was Huang Xiancheng, a small helper, who was more helpful than me. This person's condition is simply one underground and one heaven.

Xu Han looked at the pitifully few things in the suitcase, and was taken aback for a moment, his heart softened, and his anger subsided a lot.

Mr. Sweet Potato wanted to pretend to be sick and stay here, but he probably had nowhere to go, there was no other way...

Besides, he wasn't sure if Mr. Sweet Potato was pretending to be sick.After all, he woke up suddenly after being in a coma for nearly 6 days after the concussion, which is really rare.

Xu Han randomly picked Mr. Sweet Potato's daily necessities, and soon found Mr. Sweet Potato's ID card inside the zipper strap inside the box.

Although the two had known each other indirectly or even directly before, and had met, Xu Han never figured out Mr. Sweet Potato's real name from the beginning to the end.When he was holding the sweet potato case, he was so upset at the time that he didn't think to look at the name on the cover of the case.

This time I took his ID card out, but I have to write it down carefully, seeing Mr. Sweet Potato like this, I guess I will have trouble with myself in the future.I don't know the name, if I get cheated or cheated, I have nowhere to cry.

Xu Han took out his ID card aggressively, straightened it in his hands exaggeratedly, frowned, and stared at the name column with concentration.

"!!!"

After Xu Han saw the real name of Sweet Potato, he involuntarily opened his mouth and almost dropped his jaw in shock.

This time, he was slapped hard on the face.

Five large characters came into view—name: Huo Qubing.

When he saw these words clearly, Xu Han's whole body was shaken, as if a thunderbolt had struck out of nowhere, and he was stunned for half a minute.

Mr. Sweet Potato... really didn't lie to him...

He really called Huo Qubing!

Damn, this guy is using his life to play cosplay! !

How did Mr. Sweet Potato's parents think of naming their son a short-lived general! ! ! !

—Okay, Mr. Sweet Potato, you win.

The author has something to say: Note 1: The word "Sir" has different meanings in different dynasties. "The Analects of Confucius? For Politics": "There is wine and food, Mr. food." The annotation says: "Mr., father and brother also.", Mr. Ji refers to father and brother.In the Warring States Period, "National Policies": "Mr. sit down, why are you here?" They all refer to virtuous elders.In the Han Dynasty, the learned old Confucians were called XX Sheng, such as Fu Sheng, Yuan Gu Sheng, Tian Sheng, etc., all of which are shorthand for Mr.So the little fat man calls Huo Qubing "Mr. Huo", which means "Mr. Huo". Sweet potato must not understand why the little fat man calls him Mr.

Note 2: In the Han Dynasty, people often referred to the Central Plains dynasty established by the Han people as "China", and the Central Plains dynasty established by brother nationalities was also called "China".

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The diligent author continues to update secretly in the early morning~^V^~

☆ Seeing is believing

Since Mr. Sweet Potato's body hadn't recovered, Xu Han gave him the bed in the bedroom that night, took out the spare blanket, and nestled in the not-so-spacious sofa to deal with it all night.

Looking through the window at the silvery white stars in the night sky, Xu Han tossed and turned on the sofa, unable to fall asleep.

Too many things happened today. First, a friend called to ask for a script, which made him happy, and then Mr. Sweet Potato went through all kinds of troubles after he was sent to his door. One after another, one after another, he didn't even have a chance to catch his breath. No.

Xu Han looked at the stars, recalling all kinds of things that happened today.Although Mr. Sweet Potato looks very pitiful, but after all, people are so close to each other, who knows what his plans are.

After tossing and turning on the sofa for a long time, Xu Han felt a little sleepy, but he was not worried about Mr. Sweet Potato, in case this kid didn't cover the quilt in the middle of the night, his weak body was so cold in the night when it was only a few degrees , I have to suffer another illness for nothing.

Xu Han was quite helpless about this association, so he had to get up, and walked into the bedroom lightly. He saw that Mr. Sweet Potato didn't seem to be sleeping very well, and half of the quilt was kicked off by him. Han gently covered him with the quilt before going back to the living room to sleep.

Huo Qubing actually felt that someone was about to come in when the bedroom doorknob was turned slightly.But the current condition of this body was too bad, and he couldn't wake up in time.It wasn't until Xu Han came to his bedside like a thief, that he opened his eyes slightly to observe whether Xu Han wanted to do something unfavorable to him.

Unexpectedly, Xu Han simply came over to cover him with a quilt in the middle of the night. This reminded Huo Qubing of his childhood, when his mother took care of him when he was sick, it was very warm.

It seems that ever since he was selected by His Majesty to enter the palace to serve as a servant, until later when he was appointed as the Grand Sima, Huo Qubing never experienced such a faint warmth.

The bedroom door was gently closed by Xu Han, but the room did not immediately fall into darkness.Huo Qubing looked at the ray of light leaking in through the crack of the door, slightly lost in thought.It wasn't until the warm yellow light source went out that Huo Qubing closed his eyes and fell asleep slowly.

The next day, when the birds in the community started to sing and the sky was getting bright, Xu Han woke up.With something in mind, he slept lightly and kept dreaming.

After a while, I dreamed that Mr. Sweet Potato was diagnosed as brain disabled, and his house was smashed after he became mentally ill.Xu Han knelt on the ground and kept crying, kowtowing and apologizing to the landlord, and the passbook was also confiscated by the landlord.

After a while, I dreamed that in the flying sand of the desert, there was a general dressed in ancient costume riding a horse, wearing a battle armor, holding a spear, and galloping from afar. The dust brought by the horse's hoof shrouded him in a cloud of sand Among them, the tip of the long gun glowed with a cold and dazzling silver light in the yellow sand floating like a mist.

Finally, the man finally rushed to him, and Xu Han took a look—well, that face turned out to be that of Mr. Sweet Potato.At this time, Mr. Sweet Potato was still condescendingly looking down at him, and said coldly, "I can't afford to pay for your TV set."

Xu Han rolled his eyes in his dream, despised Mr. Sweet Potato as a stuntman again, and refused to pay him back when he was paid.He was so angry that he yelled "Ka——" in his dream.As a result, with such a "click", I woke up with a "click".

Xu Han turned over and wiped his face, feeling very tired from being disturbed by this messy dream.

Hearing that there was still no movement in the bedroom, Xu Han hurried into the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth, took a dozen or so change and went downstairs to buy breakfast.

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The sound of closing the door woke up Huo Qubing who was sleeping.He slowly sat up from the bed, stretched out his hands with the palms facing up, and carefully observed his hands.

This is a pair of rough hands without calluses, with well-defined joints and long fingers.Huo Qubing squeezed it twice with a little force, and felt that the tearing pain in his body had subsided a lot.

So he moved his shoulders and turned his neck again, and his stiff body improved significantly.The eyes are not as blurred as they were when they saw things last night.He realized that after a night of recuperation, his soul and this body had almost merged.

Huo Qubing lifted off the light and thin quilt on his body, put on the strange cotton shoes with only half-made uppers, and opened the bedroom door to the living room by turning the "trick" on the door just like the man yesterday.

Then, he walked slowly, step by step, into the living room, and saw the blue sky through the skylight coming in from a transparent wall (glass window).

Huo Qubing was attracted by the daylight, and slowly approached the clear wall.

Then, the famous general of the Han Dynasty whose soul traveled through 2000 years was shocked by the scenery he saw.

Looking from the middle of the two tall buildings on the opposite side, Huo Qubing saw strange-shaped objects shuttle back and forth on the road.He guessed that those might be cars, because he saw that the objects had round wheels, and that someone was sitting in them turning a disc in their hand to control its direction.

Some people pedal things with two wheels and ride on both sides of the road.There are several small shops along the road, and many people are queuing up in front of the shops to buy something.

Pedestrians were walking on both sides of the street, in a hurry.Some people wear very thick short clothes, but occasionally some women can be seen wearing extremely short skirts, exposing two bare thighs, and walking like other people in such a majestic manner.And the other passers-by turned a blind eye to these women as if they were not surprised, and did not stop to point around these women.

Here, what exactly is it?Looking at the strange people and things, Huo Qubing felt a kind of bewilderment rising from the bottom of his heart.

The roads here, the cars here, the shops here, and the people here are completely different from those in the Han Dynasty.

This is... a completely strange country.

Huo Qubing unconsciously raised a hand and stretched it towards the transparent wall.It seems that as long as he does this, he can penetrate the dream and return to the big man.

But when his hand was blocked by a piece of ice, he realized that this transparent wall could not be penetrated.

Cold but real.

All this is not a dream.

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When Xu Hanti came back with a hot breakfast, he found that Mr. Sweet Potato was already sitting on the sofa in the living room.Xu Han didn't know at all that this Mr. Sweet Potato took advantage of his absence to visit his house inside and out like sightseeing.

When Xu Han opened the door, he only saw Mr. Sweet Potato sitting upright with a solemn expression on his face.

Uh... what kind of recovery speed is this.

Xu Han marveled again in his heart, but there was a smile on his face: "Hey? Dude, you recovered so quickly. Come and have breakfast, I guess your stomach is still weak, so I bought porridge and steamed buns, it should be fine It's easy to digest."

Just after finishing speaking, Xu Han froze for a moment, as if thinking of something: "Ah... I should call you little brother, I see the date of birth on your ID card, you are only 23 years old, very young, three years younger than me .”

Huo Qubing raised his eyebrows slightly, and continued to sit on the sofa for a few seconds before he walked slowly to the dining table, opened the stool and sat down.

"Huh? I think...why do you have a little expression today? Your face is not as paralyzed as it looked yesterday." Xu Han said while pouring porridge into two empty porcelain bowls on the table.

The porridge was freshly cooked and the temperature was very high. He was afraid that the disposable paper box would melt the box if left for a long time, so he found a porcelain bowl to serve it.After that, Xu Han pushed the bag containing several steamed buns to Huo Qubing: "Hey, eat quickly. Let's go to the hospital after eating."

Mr. Sweet Potato nodded, sitting at the dining table silently drinking porridge and eating buns.

Xu Han drank a few mouthfuls of porridge, and felt that something was not right, so he sneaked a few glances at Mr. Sweet Potato, who made him feel that something was wrong.

Mr. Sweet Potato looks like this...

It's so out of touch!So elegant!Did he really come from a small place? !Why is this gesture so ancient?It's not the kind of pretentious temperament, but the natural incomparable elegance and rules, and there is a kind of neat chic in every move.

Xu Han is embarrassed.He remembered that when Mr. Sweet Potato was invited to eat at McDonald's, the boy's eating was quite bold.

Could it be that Mr. Sweet Potato has been a stand-in actor for more than a month, and has his company trained him in traditional etiquette? !But didn't he lose his memory?

Xu Han couldn't stand himself anymore. Since Mr. Sweet Potato woke up yesterday, all kinds of strange actions, jerky and peculiar voices and speaking methods have forced him into a mode of continuous complaints in his heart.

Xu Han felt that he was going to be tortured to death by the question marks in his mind.

Why does he always feel that the two of them don't live in the same time and space?How do you get along? Do you feel awkward anywhere?

Xu Han simply stopped eating and stared blankly at Mr. Sweet Potato eating.

"Why don't you eat? Look at me, what are you doing?" Mr. Sweet Potato asked after seeing Xu Han staring at him with a silly face, put down the porridge bowl in his hand, and swallowed the food in his mouth.

"...Oh, oh, it's okay, I just want to say, if you don't have enough porridge, there is also soy milk here." Xu Han was pulled back to his senses by his question, and he was a little embarrassed at the moment, so he hurriedly Push a cup of soy milk to Mr. Sweet Potato.

Huo Qubing: "Soymilk? Made by King Huainan?"

Xu Han was taken aback for a moment, and said sadly, "Ah? What should I say... You suddenly asked me about the history of soybean milk... I can't answer it..."

Xu Han picked up the soy milk at hand, inserted a straw and began to suck it, but suddenly realized that Mr. Sweet Potato spoke much more fluently today than yesterday. Although the tone of voice was still strange and the questions he asked were even more strange, the situation of sentence punctuation improved obviously.

Huo Qubing saw Xu Han insert a thin tube into a deep cup that looked like paper, and put it to his mouth to allow inhalation. He followed his example and picked up another cup. Wanting to inhale, Xu Han suddenly whispered: "Stop!"

Huo Qubing: "Huh?"

Because Xu Han kept his eyes on Mr. Sweet Potato, he stopped the tragedy in time.Seeing Huo Qubing's posture, he felt that he might just take a big bite.The soy milk is freshly ground and cooked. According to Mr. Sweet Potato's drinking method, it must be hot to the mouth: "You take a small sip, this is not long after cooking, it is very hot."

The corner of Huo Qubing's mouth twitched slightly: "Yes, thank you."

"Uh...don't be so polite."

No... thanks for being so polite... right?

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Xu Han withdrew his mentally retarded gaze, and finished his breakfast in twos and threes.

Xu Han frowned and thought: finish eating quickly and go to the hospital, this is the most important thing among big things.The review results are so important, I can't wait!

The author has something to say: In the next chapter, you will know whether the sweet potato is brain-dead, Fatty Xu can't wait~~ This chapter is finally full of 3000 words, and the short author is very happy ^V^

It will still be updated before 10:30 am tomorrow, and the update prompts after that are all bugs!

☆、Is this your boyfriend?

Today's weather is fine, the sky is clear and the sun is sunny.The fresh scent of flowers and grass in the breeze makes people feel happy.

In the hospital, as always, there are many people who come to see the doctor.Xu Han and Mr. Sweet Potato went early, so they registered without waiting for a few people. The follow-up consultation and brain CT scan went smoothly.

Xu Han stood in the corridor, waiting for Mr. Sweet Potato to enter the medicine room to change the wound medicine.

Squinting his eyes to see a blooming crabapple outside the window, Xu Han recalled what the neurologist had just said to him.

Doctor: "The film shows that his brain is normal."

Xu Han: "Doctor, uh...maybe it's not very good to say this, but... I always feel that Mr. Huo's behavior is very strange, and his whole temperament has changed. He seems to have lost his memory, he can't remember anything, even for The use of everyday objects...is also very clumsy. But he still remembers the content of his previous work. Could a concussion cause this result?"

Xu Han told the doctor in detail about a series of situations after Mr. Sweet Potato woke up yesterday.The doctor gave him the answer that no abnormality was found in the CT scan of the brain.When this happens, it may just be a temporary memory malfunction.After all, he was in a coma for too long.As for the future situation, it remains to be further observed and so on.

Xu Han withdrew his gaze, thought carefully about what the doctor said, and then started talking to himself:

"It's as if he didn't say anything. Wouldn't it be more straightforward to say that he had a brain twitch after waking up?"

Xu Han complained in high spirits, not noticing that someone was walking towards him, getting closer.

"Xu Han? Is it Xu Han?"

Xu Han looked back, and for a moment he couldn't remember who the young man was talking to him: "Are you...?"

The other party is of medium height, very thin, wearing a light purple Polo shirt and off-white leggings, which is very eye-catching at first glance.

Xu Han stared at the man's face carefully, and the beautiful and outstanding facial features vaguely coincided with the face in his memory: "Qi Jun?"

Xu Han remembered that this person was his high school classmate.At that time when he was in the second year of high school, he moved seats, and he sat in front of Huang Xiancheng, and he always showed enthusiasm for Huang Xiancheng.Every time Xu Han and Huang Xiancheng played football or discussed topics together, this person liked to join them.

For a while the three of them walked very close.Until later, at a dinner party, Qi Jun secretly kissed Huang Xiancheng on the face while he was drunk, and he happened to bump into him.

At that moment, Xu Han understood that Qi Jun also liked the person he liked.They are rivals.

Needless to say, each other automatically set boundaries for each other in their hearts, and Xu Han and Qi Jun have been estranged since then.After that, Huang Xiancheng also discovered the subtle distance between Xu Han and Qi Jun, and gradually stopped communicating with Qi Jun.

"Ha, it's really you. I didn't dare to admit it after looking at it for a long time." After Qi Jun was sure that he hadn't misunderstood the person, his attitude became relaxed, and one side of his thin, red lips curled up: "Why are you so round?" gone?"

Xu Han was made uncomfortable by the way he asked the question, he frowned unconsciously, and asked without answering, "Why did you come to the hospital?"

"Ah, come with my boss to prescribe some medicine." Qi Jun smiled indifferently, with a very casual attitude.

"Oh." Xu Han also lazily responded, and then stopped talking.

There was a silent embarrassment between the two who hadn't seen each other for a long time.

"Do you still have contact with Huang Xiancheng?" After a while, Qi Juncai started talking again.

Xu Han: "Yes. Yes."

Qi Jun: "Can...can you give me his mobile phone number?"

Hearing what he meant, Xu Han wanted to contact Huang Xiancheng, but felt a little uncomfortable: "I have to ask him if he can do it."

Qi Jun was taken aback, probably because he didn't expect Xu Han to answer him so bluntly.He fumbled in the pocket of his trousers, probably wanting to get a cigarette habitually, but just as he took out the cigarette, he remembered that this is the public area of ​​the hospital and smoking is not allowed, so he stuffed the cigarette case back:

"Okay, here is my business card with my mobile phone number on it. You can ask him for me." As he spoke, Qi Jun took a business card with black background and silver lettering from his pocket and handed it over.

Xu Han let out a "hmm", took it over and glanced at it.

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wipe!This guy is actually the one who dumped Mr. Sweet Potato on my film and television company.

It's really a narrow road.

Xu Han's heart suddenly became more upset, and the word "impatient" quickly climbed up his cheek automatically.

"Hey. What's your attitude? It's been so long since you graduated, and you're still so angry? Where are you now?" Qi Jun looked at Xu Han, whose face was rounder than before, with a funny tone, and his tone was obvious With a hint of teasing.

Xu Han: "Freelance."

Xu Han was thinking why this person still didn't leave, they were obviously tired of seeing each other, and had to stay to avoid each other, when Qi Jun's cell phone began to sing very powerfully.

"Hello? Got it, got it, come here now