nine words

Pavilions, lofts, Qionglou Yuyu, the lights are just coming on, and there is a lot of people.

The person sitting at the top of the tower is dressed in a gorgeous dress, with heavy makeup and bright red lips, like a gorgeous enchantress.

"Where you can reach with your eyes and hands, it will belong to you in the future." A deep and magnetic male voice behind him whispered in his ear.

"Your ambition is really big. When will you be able to settle down and live your own life?"

The man sniffed the fragrance of peach blossoms in his neck lightly, but kept silent.

Chu Jiuge knew that Xun Sui never loved him, but he just needed his knowledge. At that time, he was willing to follow him, but it was because he loved Xun Sui with all his heart.Later, when I calmed down, I realized that my pain had really begun.

"Nine songs? Nine songs?"

Yu Jingnian shook Chu Jiuge's shoulders to bring him back to consciousness. Chu Jiuge was holding a bowl and holding chopsticks in his hands. He had been in a daze for a long time. Seeing that the other three were all worried, Chu Jiuge was embarrassed. With a smile, "I remembered some irrelevant past events, it doesn't matter, everyone continue."

"Your complexion is not very good, are you really all right?"

Chu Jiuge shook his head.

Now he has gradually remembered the person Xi Sui, but there was only a vague silhouette. He couldn't remember how many past events that made him love and hate. He only remembered that he made his love worse than death, and finally chose to forget it. Of.

Chu Jiuge was not in the mood to continue eating, so he explained and went upstairs to the guest room.

Along the way, he was in a daze, like a walking corpse. The memories of the past played back in his mind like a revolving lantern, and it seemed that he would recover his memory in the next second. It seemed that he could not touch the distant past in his entire life.

Chu Jiuge is a person who always keeps the pain in his heart. He doesn't want to talk about it, because no one can bear this heavy honor with him, and there is no one in the world who is worthy of his wholehearted entrustment.

Chu Jiuge finally realized the helplessness he felt when he drank Wangchuan water.

"Are you okay?" Qing Yan knocked on the door and entered the room, bringing a cup of hot tea. "I didn't let them bother you, it feels like you need to let off steam."

Chu Jiuge sat up from the couch, stroked his messy long hair, his eyes were a little hazy, "You mean?"

"At that time, you chose to forget the past because of too much pressure. Now, I don't want you to be overwhelmed by painful memories until you collapse, so I want you to speak out."

"Are you worthy?" Chu Jiuge, whose memory has recovered a little, is not as gentle as he was after amnesia. He used to speak with thorns, but now he seems to be recovering.

Qing Yan laughed out loud, with an innocent look like a child, "I have long heard that the Imperial Master of the State of Wei has a very strong temper, and seeing him today, it is really extraordinary."

"You don't have to be angry with me. I'm not a person worth making friends with."

"Perhaps, but you are also the one who needs friends the most." Qing Yan's smile was very healing, and Chu Jiuge felt that smile saved him, like a ray of light seen in the abyss, which made him want to catch him involuntarily. hold him.

Qingyan indeed has an innate charm that cannot be described in words. It is no wonder that Xue Wuhua was fascinated by him. Fortunately, he did not fall into the hands of people with ulterior motives, otherwise, he must suffer .

Diao Chan is the most famous victim of secret spy wars and beauty tricks.

"No one can bear my pain."

"It's because you've been thinking like this, that's why you're so tired." Qing Yan brought the teacup in front of her, blew it cold, and brought it to Chu Jiuge's mouth. "As long as you want, you can get out of the state of isolation and helplessness. The reason why you don't want anyone to walk into your heart is because you are hurt too deeply. But you have to believe that not everyone in the world is Nan Jun will do his best."

Chu Jiuge clenched his fists tucked into his sleeves. On the surface, he was calm, but his heart was already turbulent.

Being alone is what he is afraid of, but he keeps alienating everyone around him, and he puts himself in a situation where he will never recover.

"Qingyan, come here." Chu Jiuge turned around, took the teacup in Qingyan's hand and put it aside, buried his head in Qingyan's neck, and said in a trembling voice, "Hug me..."

Yu Jingnian outside the door sighed deeply, Xue Wuhua patted him on the shoulder, and when he saw him look up, he shook his head.

"Don't console me."

"I'm not trying to comfort you." Xue Wuhua looked at Yu Jingnian in astonishment, his tone aggrieved: "Didn't you see? Qingyan is hugging another man!"

Qingyan put her arms around Chu Jiuge's neck, and gently stroked Chu Jiuge's waist-length black hair. After a while, she felt the weight on her shoulders, only to realize that Chu Jiuge had just fallen asleep like this.

"He hasn't slept much recently. When I wake up every night, he is reading those books." Qing Yan didn't dare to move, for fear of waking Chu Jiuge, seeing Yu Jingnian and Xue Wuhua outside , he signaled them to come in with his eyes, and gently laid Chu Jiuge flat on the couch.

Only then did Qing Yan realize that his arm was numb.

"We have to find a way, we can't let him go down like this." After going downstairs, Qing Yan seemed a little tired, even a little unable to walk, so he sat on the wooden stairs by himself, holding his chin, feeling weak Said. "There is really no other way, so I went to the doctor to prescribe some calming medicines. He has not rested all the time. His body can't bear it."

Xue Wuhua was very distressed by such a confession, so he raised his arms and hugged him by the waist, greeted Yu Jingnian, and took his lover to the pharmacy.It is said that he is the one who needs treatment most.

Chu Jiuge had a faint feeling that he might not need Qishi anymore, and cracks had appeared in the chains that sealed up his memories, and he knew what the price would be for him to forcibly recall.

——Should be reduced.

Once he increases the load on his brain to the limit of his ability to bear it, the blood vessels will burst, just like squeezing a balloon, if he keeps exerting force, it will burst sooner or later.

When he woke up, the sky was slightly bright, Chu Jiuge put on his clothes, and went downstairs to wash up. He had a messy and fragile beauty without combing his hair. He happened to meet Yu Jingnian's calm eyes, and Chu Jiuge looked a little embarrassed.

"Are you still suffering?"

"After sleeping, I feel much better." Chu Jiuge replied indifferently.

"I'm talking about my heart." Yu Jingnian pointed to his chest, "Will it feel better?"

Chu Jiuge walked to the table, slapped the cigarette pouch that Xue Wuhua gave him earlier on the table, lifted the corner of his clothes and sat on the wooden chair, with Erlang's legs crossed, full of free and easy feeling.

"It's not easy, but this will relieve it." Without waiting for Yu Jingnian to ask again, Chu Jiuge continued to answer: "I heard that Chu Jiuge used to be a smoker? To use it for relief, and when I'm in pain I expect it to numb my body and mind."

Xue Wuhua, who got up early to make medicine, happened to hear this, and walked up to the two of them, smelling like medicine, and sat down next to them, choking back all of Yu Jingnian's objections, "Don't forget why he became addicted to smoking. Yesterday I asked When the doctor came to see him, the doctor said that because of memory loss, he hadn't smoked for a long time, and it was because that bitch Chang Lingge gave him a powerful anesthetic, which made him feel no pain at all. To put it bluntly, even if you die, you don’t know that you are dying of pain.”

"Isn't his special tobacco anesthetic?" Yu Jingnian asked rhetorically.

"Yes. But not to kill him."

"Do you two need to argue?" Chu Jiuge asked with some annoyance, "This matter should be up to me, shouldn't it?"

The owner of the inn is a man with a stern face and fierce eyes. After listening to their words, he seems to have discovered the clues. He walked around them with hot water for a few times, and finally stopped beside Chu Jiuge, and asked what he was about to ask , Chu Jiuge stepped on the instep, the latter gathered enough strength, raised his elbow, and hit the innkeeper's abdomen hard, the innkeeper immediately bent down in pain, and swung his palm to prepare to hit him. people.

Chu Jiuge remained calm in the face of danger, pulled out a small knife from nowhere, and directly met the innkeeper's palm, and then used the weight to turn it into strength, stepped on the wooden chair with both feet, jumped up, and inserted the tip of the knife on the table. The boss screamed, he could never take the dagger pinned to his palm by himself.

Chu Jiuge raised his leg and stomped the innkeeper's head firmly under his feet, and tore off the boss's collar. When he saw the strange tattoo, he immediately changed his face, pulled out the dagger that was nailed to the boss, and pressed it against the boss's neck: " Say! Who sent you here!"

The boss was already in pain, and immediately knelt down and begged for mercy: "Please forgive me. I have been escaping from the Southern Army for several years, and I am no longer a threat to you. Please hold me high and let me go..."

Chu Jiuge glanced at Yu Jingnian and Xue Wuhua, then threw the knife in his hand on the table, his eyes seemed to be handed over to them after explaining, then turned and walked upstairs.

Xue Wuhua turned around and asked in a low voice: "How much do you think his memory has recovered?"

Before Yu Jingnian could answer, Chu Jiuge knelt down on the ground with no strength at all. He happened to come downstairs to see Qingyan, and immediately ran over to check his condition. Chu Jiuge vomited blood and his fingers were in pain. Grabbing the floor, he looked overwhelmed.

The three of them yelled badly in their hearts at the same time, and they didn't bother to care about the injured innkeeper. They were in a hurry and didn't know what to do. In contrast, Qingyan was calmer.

"Wuhua, go to the doctor, shopkeeper, close the door of the inn, don't let other people in, and tie up all the other guests, don't let them do bad things."

The two got up and did so, and Yu Jingnian turned around suddenly, only to find a meandering stream of blood on the ground, and the injured innkeeper had long since disappeared.

"This grandson!"