After marrying evil, I can't leave

A young man stood outside the corridor, glanced at the situation in the house, and went back to report to Ye Shan.

The young man probably knew something about Bailiqi and Zhou Wu, so he asked Ye Shan curiously: "Mr. Ye, can you help him..."

Ye Shan knocked me on his head: "I'm not a god."

The boy smiled: "You are a living god."

Ye Shan: "Slick tongue."

Boy: "Then how do you make him wish?"

Ye Shan twisted the gold paper on the table: "He only said he wanted to remember, but he didn't say anything else."

The young man came to a sudden: "You mean, if you remember the dream, you won't remember who it was?"

Ye Shanhuanhuan said: "I have told him that there is a loophole in it, but because of the time limit, he has no choice but to make up for it. Now I have no choice but to fill the bug for him."

The boy was taken aback, and looked at him in surprise: "You mean..."

Ye Shan nodded: "What do you think is the fastest and most effective method in this situation?"

The young man understands that, rather than reminding the young man of everything, it is easier and easier to tell him that you are just a common psychological pressure in society, and then make up for the loopholes and forget them completely.

A little bit of unbearable expression appeared on the boy's face: "His...physical condition."

Ye Shan: "Believe in science."

juvenile:? ?

"First feed him well, take good care of him, use scientific methods to promote dopamine in his brain, and make him gradually happy. Then time can smooth everything out."

juvenile:……

After a long time, the young man choked out a sentence: "Grandpa asked me to go down the mountain and told me that you are the best in the world in mystic arts, so I recognized you as my master..."

Ye Shan sneered: "Hurry up and prepare things."-

The green smoke in the room was sucked into the nose of the young man lying in the center little by little, his expression gradually calmed down, and his frown that had been slightly frowning gradually calmed down.

The weather outside became very bad, with a violent snowstorm, but this house seemed to have a way to calm the raging waves. The snow fell into the courtyard, and it was like a normal scene when there is no wind and snow.

The house was brightly lit, and the surrounding wilderness was pitch black, like a pearl in the darkness.

The boy was walking in the courtyard, stopped, walked towards the gate, and opened the door a crack.

An orange cat shivering from the cold squeezed in through the crack of the door.

"Yeah, you let the cat in again, yo yo yo, poor boy, there will be less canned cat food again."

The young man straightened his chest: "Mr. Ye taught us that saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda! A cat might be able to build five!"

She is Ye Shan's own younger sister, and she spoke with no seriousness or seriousness: "Then Ye Shan still wants a handsome little brother who fell in love and looks like a haggard man to forget the past and kill people."

The teenager retorted: "It could save his life."

Ye Tong pouted: "Have you asked his wishes?"

The young man said angrily, "If he knows, he will hang himself immediately."

Ye Tong: "People are not such fragile things."

The two quarreled violently, and the orange cat beside him stood under the lantern held by Ye Tong to keep warm.

The sky gradually turned gray, Ye Tong stayed up all night, went to see Zhou Wu with Yang Chen who was staying up all night, and found that the other party was not awake, they went back to their rooms to sleep.

A cock crow kicked off the morning.

All the green smoke in the house has disappeared, and the small strand of black hair in the incense burner has been turned into ashes, just like... the last breath of someone has disappeared into the world.

Zhou Wu slowly sat up from the bed, and someone knocked on the door outside: "Mr. Zhou, are you awake? Lunch is ready."

After a long time, Zhou Wu opened his stiff jaw: "Mmm..."

"Then have dinner in the main hall, everyone is here."

After getting dressed, Zhou Wu put on the prepared cotton slippers and walked slowly to the main hall.

Where is the main hall?

He didn't know the direction, no, it should be said that he didn't know where the main hall was.

Lost in this eight-diagram-like courtyard, it seemed as if he had walked five times repeatedly, without socks, heels were numb, and the cool wind poured in from the neckline, but he didn't try to cover it, like a walking dead.

Until a voice stopped him, "This way, Mr. Zhou, this way."

There are several big red Eight Immortals tables, and there is a huge copper pot in the middle of each of them. The bottom of the mushroom soup pot is boiling inside, exuding a very strong fragrance.

A table of four or five people, Zhou Wu was greeted by Ye Shan.

Ye Shan: "There are people from the house today, and we will have a meal in a copper pot together. Do you mind the crowd?"

Zhou Wu shook his head. There are so many people, it can temporarily fill the sense of emptiness in his heart, so he picks up his chopsticks, picks up a piece of fish and puts it in the pot for a while.

"Don't you eat beef and mutton? It's fresh, it's freshly cut."

Zhou Wu shook his head, pursed his bland lips: "I don't eat red meat very much."

"Where's the internal organs?" Ye Tong pinched her belly.

Zhou Wu shook his head.

"Then you are really suffering. This is a delicacy in the world. What do you usually eat?"

Zhou Wu's eyeballs rolled slowly, thinking for a while: "Instant food, fish, porridge, rice..."

What does he usually eat?

Ye Tong only noticed that something was wrong with Zhou Wu at this moment, but soon, Ye Tong was caught by relatives around him to toast.

He didn't drink alcohol, ate a few pieces of fish, drank a few sips of soup, and was full. He stared at the [-]-inch projection TV in a daze.

Besides Ye Tong and Yang Chen, Zhou Wu was the youngest, and several elders also gave him red envelopes.

When he received the red envelope, he was stunned and quickly declined: "I just came here by chance to ask Mr. Ye Shan for help..."

"It's fate to meet each other, it's a good luck."

Ye Tong interjected: "That's right, it's the lottery money, we won't pack a lot."

Zhou Wu got up immediately, thanked him earnestly, and then took the red envelopes. Finally, he counted them, and there were as many as ten red envelopes.

Yang Chen also received more than a dozen red envelopes, Ye Tong smiled wickedly and took Zhou Wu and Yang Chen to the cubicle to count the money in the red envelopes.

The red envelope in Ye Tong's hand was obviously thicker than Yang Chen's. He opened it and took out the ticket to take a look: "Cut, it's boring... This one is worth a thousand..."

After removing all the red envelopes in his hand, Ye Tong received nearly 2 yuan.

Zhou Wu: ...

And Yang Chen also opened the red envelopes in his hand. Each red envelope was about 500 yuan, and a dozen or so came down to [-] to [-] yuan.

Yang Chen pursed his lips: "It's like this again."

Ye Tong proudly said, "Who told you that your surname is not Ye."

Zhou Wu couldn't help looking at his red envelope, his red envelope was actually similar to Yang Chen's!

The Ye family gives red envelopes in different grades. Immediate family members will give more than 1000 yuan, and some are generous, and some are generous, while collateral or unrelated but familiar juniors are less than [-] yuan.

Zhou Wu met by chance this time, and he was good-looking, well-behaved and likable, so he received the red envelope.

With a few thousand dollars in hand, Zhou Wu hurriedly walked towards the elders who hadn't finished the meeting, and was held back by Ye Tong: "Don't, our family usually doesn't regret doing things, if one day you see someone in our family 'regretting chess', it must be to make amends."

Zhou Wu was at a loss.

Ye Tong didn't say too much, and soon, they were pulled over to chat about family matters.

They ate until three or four o'clock in the afternoon before the party ended, and Ye Tong finished sending off the guests.The whole house suddenly became clean.

He stood in the corridor for a while, and then returned to the room when his body was numb from the cold-

Yang Chen: "Sir, it's ready. When will I give it to Brother Zhou?"

Ye Shan lowered his head and thought for a while: "Last night, he still didn't remember what happened in the dream, and he already had some doubts about it. I found out that he had prescribed a decoction before. If you are like this, ask him for a prescription and refill the medicine."

Yang Chen: "I understand!"

Yang Chen turned around and went to do it immediately. After walking out of Ye Shan's room, he saw Zhou Wu in the pavilion in the yard. He paused, had Zhou Wu been here just now?

"Zhou Wu, isn't it cold?"

Zhou Wu's expression was the same as before: "Some, but I want to see the snow. The snow here is very calm after seeing it." -

Yang Chen quickly asked about the decoction prescription, but Ye Shan was a little surprised.

"Did he give you the prescription easily?" Ye Shan raised his eyebrows.

Yang Chen nodded: "Well, I gave it as soon as I asked, and said that the medicine tastes bad, I don't know if it can be improved."

Ye Shan felt relieved.

Every day after that, Yang Chen would send Zhou Wu a decoction. Zhou Wu didn't like the bitter taste very much, and it didn't improve, so he refused to drink it in every possible way.

In the end, it was Ye Shan who delivered the decoction himself, and Zhou Wu drank it while pinching his nose with a bitter face.

After staying here for almost a week, Zhou Wu wanted to leave, but every time he wanted to leave, Ye Shan would keep him behind.

There is only one bus here, and if you want to go back to the city, you have to wait for the bus at the bus stop one kilometer away, and only Ye's family is left to drive him.

Ye Shan didn't mean to send Zhou Wu away.

"You don't go home during the Spring Festival, and it's boring to stay in the city by yourself, so just celebrate the New Year with us here." Ye Tong said.

The lips were tightly pressed into a straight line, and after a long time, Zhou Wu nodded.

When Zhou Wu was pulled away by Yang Chen to watch TV, Ye Tong turned around and asked Ye Shan: "Did he really forget everything? Why is he still so listless?"

"Time." Ye Shan said.

For three consecutive days, some people from the Ye family would come to visit, and the heavy snow blocking the road could not stop this person's motivation to visit. Zhou Wu would be dragged by Yang Chen to collect red envelopes everywhere.

He was very silent, like a puppet on a string, and only by asking him specifically could he get some response.

After drinking the decoction for a few more days, Zhou Wu seemed to be really rosy, but Ye Shan frowned tightly, and asked Yang Chen, "Did you really drink all of it?"

Yang Chen nodded: "Absolutely no problem, I watched him drink it."

Ye Shan felt vaguely uneasy, so he asked Zhou Wu to have tea together,

The snow still hasn't diminished that day, and the ground is covered with a thick layer of snow. I heard that the city is sunny, but the suburbs are still covered with snow.

Zhou Wu walked slowly to the tea hall, and was attracted by one place as soon as he entered the hall.

There was a painting hanging on the wall. In the painting, a handsome man stood upright like a blade, with an imposing manner like a broken bamboo, and those breathtaking eyes with hostility, shocked Zhou Wu.

"This..." Zhou Wu pointed to the painting behind Ye Shan.

Ye Shan stared at Zhou Wu's expression, and saw that his expression did not seem to be fake: "This is a famous painting, which was recently photographed."

Zhou Wu commented: "It's imposing."

After commenting on this sentence, he stopped looking at the painting.

Ye Shan nodded slightly: "Come and taste this pot of white horse hair."

Zhou Wu lowered his head and drank slowly, the two chatted for a while, Yang Chen came to call Ye Shan, there is a guest.

Zhou Wu: "Go and do your work, don't take care of me."

Ye Shan nodded: "I'll look for you again tonight."

After Ye Shan left, Zhou Wu finished his tea and walked out of the teahouse slowly, watching his toes walking back step by step.

Humans are indeed not fragile things.

According to Ye Shan's plan, Zhou Wu's memory should be covered again at this moment, but the tens of thousands of brain nerves, just like what Ye Shan said, must believe in science.

The strong emotion didn't disappear, but was hidden somewhere in the mind, compressed into a ball.

When it is squeezed again, it has the opposite effect, like a drop of thick ink scattered in clear water, and all the memories are like waves at high tide, rushing in.

Like the highest swing on a high-altitude swing, intense emotions squeezed in instantly.

He kept suppressing it until he walked out of that room and back to the side yard.

Standing alone in the empty corridor, he was out of breath for an instant, and his heart beat violently, as if he could hear his own heartbeat.

Heart is shaking violently.

Zhou Wu covered his heart and squatted down slowly.

Losing for a long time is not separation, but like accumulation.Accumulated affection, accumulated longing, like the love that belongs to him and the other party after many years.

It stretched Zhou Wu's emotions, making that ambiguous love become something heavy.

It became even more... heart-piercing.

"……Miss you."

Why, didn't say it, there's so much to say-

after dinner.

Ye Shan held a bowl of medicine, watched Zhou Wu drink it himself, and chatted with him for a while, Zhou Wu kept his eyebrows frowned, looking very quiet.

But this quiet look also made him frown slightly.

Staring at Zhou Wu the whole time after drinking the medicine, he left with the bowls and plates in his hands. Halfway through, he suddenly thought of something and came back.

There was some movement in the room, Ye Shan showed a helpless expression, a door wall could not be soundproof at all, he heard some retching sounds.

Then, there was a little noise from online games, followed by a voice.

That came out with the volume turned up.

"presumptuous."

"Bold."

"Insanity."

"dream."

In the house, on the screen of the mobile phone, the moment a pale face appeared in front of the screen, Zhou Wu's breathing almost stopped.

He watched the clip cut by the marketing account over and over again, as if sucking the source of life, the familiar voice rang in his ears just like a few months ago.

In fact, from the moment he woke up, Zhou Wu had gradually remembered that it took him a week to become dull, and at this moment he finally admitted that the ghost had left him.

With the sound of "creaking", the door was opened, Ye Shan was standing by the door, Zhou Wu's hands trembled, and the phone fell to the ground.

He raised his head and saw Ye Shan walking in, his face turned pale again, and hurriedly brought the phone back to him as if he had done something wrong.

"I just want to hear the voice..." Zhou Wu's lips were pale, and they trembled a bit, and his already emaciated body was shaped like thin paper within a few days.

"Let me remember, okay? He didn't leave anything behind..." Zhou Wu's voice was hollow like a ghost. A few months ago, he was still standing in the corridor like a lover, waiting anxiously for the other party.

Ye Shan put down the liquid medicine and sighed softly, "I admit, I made a mistake in judgment, and I will make up for it."

Zhou Wu didn't have time to think so much, he just looked at him, guarded his mobile phone, and prayed in a low voice: "I... can I still remember?"

Outside, Yang Chen set off firecrackers at the gate of the house, crackling, filled with the beautiful atmosphere of the Chinese New Year. On this day when human beings should be the happiest, the young man in front of him was in a daze, like a dry rose.

Ye Shan doubted his own judgment for the first time, and heaved a long sigh: "Look."

The author has something to say: it will be sweet soon~! !

This chapter 77 missed a face in the video. It is not written that he really comes out. It is estimated that the next chapter will come out. Guess how he will show up! -

I originally wanted to write about ancient times, but the writing was not ideal, so I deleted thousands of words and wrote it again.

I may not have the skill to write ancient times, so I am going to continue to follow the modern line, and then bring a stroke of ancient times on the side-

Fuck, it’s really good and good, actually I started writing last night and have been writing until now.It feels like recoding with life-