The old man lost his memory again

The little prince was seriously injured and lay in a coma on the bed for more than a month before waking up.

If it didn't rain during the period, it would be better. If it was going to rain, the whole house had to be tightly blocked with firewood.

Fortunately, the wound was treated in a timely manner, and An Qihe took care of him day and night. Fortunately, the condition did not worsen.

It was midsummer when the little prince woke up.

The fatal bone wounds and those hideous flesh wounds have almost healed, and the whole person is so thin that he looks out of shape.

An Qihe pushed open the door with the medicine soup in his hand, and fell into the dazed eyes of the little prince.

The little prince was curled up at the corner of the bed, weak and pitiful, with loose long hair covering his eyebrows and eyes, his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

In midsummer, he wrapped himself in a thick cocoon with a quilt, as if he was extremely afraid of being touched by others.

An Qihe put the medicinal soup on the table, walked to the little prince and slowly bent down.

He knelt on one knee and leaned forward, looking at the little prince tenderly.

He looked at the little prince's bloodless cheeks and those empty eyes, and the emotions he had suppressed for several days suddenly tended to burst.

"Don't be afraid, do you remember me? I'm An Qihe, do you...remember me?"

The little prince tilted his head in half-knowledge, his chapped lips opened and closed several times like a child who just learned to speak.

The dazed eyes gradually gained focus, and when An Qihe was delighted, he heard the little prince firmly shaking his head.

"I don't know... I don't know..."

The little prince was probably greatly stimulated, his memory was a little confused, and he couldn't tell who was in front of him.

The name An Qihe uttered was also very strange, but the little prince did not resist his approach.

He has a feeling that the little prince is familiar with.

An Qihe reacted, breathing tremblingly, raised his hand and slapped himself.

The little prince was startled, and yelled out in half-shock, half-horrified, thinking that he had encountered a strange person, and quickly hid under the blanket.

An Qihe clenched the little prince's hand almost immediately, pulled him into his arms and hugged him tightly: "No...no... I'm Dalabangba, little prince, do you still remember?"

The little prince trembled twice in a daze, his body, which could not be warmed up even though he was wrapped in a thick quilt, felt the long-overdue warmth for the first time.

While being frightened, he also felt a kind of peace of mind like a world away.

Those four words seemed to tap in his mind.

On the one hand, the little prince was reluctant to leave the source of warmth, but on the other hand, he felt that this name was very familiar.

He hesitated and reached out to grab An Qihe's clothes, and repeated the very familiar name in a low voice.

The simple four words seemed to be a life-saving straw when dying, and they were engraved in the blank mind.

The little prince slowly relaxed his exhausted nerves, the familiar breath made him feel very at ease, he closed his eyes and murmured, but in a moment he completely entrusted himself, "Dala Bengba...it hurts...this... Wang Xiang...it hurts..."

The wound has basically healed, and the weather has cleared up for a few days, so it stands to reason that it won't hurt too much.

But An Qihe also knew that this was the little prince's stress reaction, he was hurt too badly, and he was very scared.

"Come and drink... water, it won't hurt anymore." An Qihe came to his mouth, and suddenly remembered that the little prince doesn't like to drink medicine, such a poor person, he might be afraid to hear the medicine again.

After An Qihe finished speaking, the little prince also realized that he was thirsty. He blinked ignorantly, and slowly remembered that he was indeed awakened by thirst.

So he nodded, and let An Qihe wrap his arms around him, coaxing him to drink the extremely bitter medicine.

But the little prince didn't react at all, as if he couldn't detect the bitter taste of the medicine.

An Qihe never thought it would go so smoothly, so he hurriedly finished feeding him and stuffed a candy into his mouth.

There is no movement in the mouth when the sugar is in it.

After a while, the little prince's throat rolled.

He actually swallowed it directly.

An Qihe: "..."

"You... No, isn't it bitter?" An Qihe was suddenly at a loss.

A thought floated through my mind.

If the little prince loses his sense of taste...

For a glutton like him, how sad would it be if he lost his sense of taste?

Thinking of An Qihe in this way made his nose sore.

Fortunately, the little prince was only slow to react, and after swallowing the candy, he felt the pain, and tears fell one by one.

An Qihe frantically stuffed another one in, this time the little prince finally learned how to eat candy, sucked it quickly a few times, and then stopped crying.

The corners of the little prince's eyes were red, looking pitiful and cute.

An Qihe felt a pang in his heart, hugged him and rubbed his knees, and asked him, "Does it still hurt?"

The little prince didn't seem to hear, only An Qihe remained in his clear and bright eyes.

"Huh?" An Qihe lowered his head and rubbed against his forehead, brushed away his loose hair, and slammed into his eyes.

The atmosphere was just right, the timing was just right, An Qihe felt that he could kiss the little prince.

However, when he bent down and was about to kiss those aggrieved lips, he felt something hit his lower abdomen.

An Qihe froze for a moment, his gaze shifted downwards, and he saw the little prince spreading his palms, as if begging for something.

It's just that the little prince probably forgot what it was, so he had no choice but to pose like this.

With An Qihe's understanding of the little prince, he quickly made the right decision.

An Qihe took out another handful of toffee and put them all into the hands of the little prince.

The little prince immediately smiled and opened his mouth to eat.

An Qihe hurriedly covered his palm, only stuffed one in, and then said to the little prince seriously: "You can only eat one piece of candy at a time, and you can only eat candy after eating, you know?"

The little prince pursed his mouth in grievance, and looked at An Qihe with tears in his eyes.

An Qihe only felt that his heart was in a mess, and he couldn't help but give in a step: "If the prince is obedient, you can give it extra."

With the candy in front of him, the little prince nodded immediately, squinting his eyes and showing a kitten-like smile, happily holding the candy, shaking his head and chewing.

"Will the little prince go out to play?" An Qihe put his arms around the thin body of the little prince, and whispered softly like a child, "The flowers are blooming outside, and the sun is out, and today I made a lot of your favorite snacks. "

The little prince's downcast eyes suddenly lit up, and he quickly tightened An Qihe's clothes.

An Qihe chuckled dotingly, found a thin blanket to wrap the little prince, and carried him to the wheelchair prepared in advance.

This wheelchair is different from the usual ones. There is a movable wooden board on the side, which can be lifted up and fixed to the other side when meals are needed. There is also a groove on the wooden board for placing teacups.

The little prince looked very novel, he touched here and there for a while, and carefully put all the candies in his hand into the groove and counted them one by one.

During the days when the little prince was comatose, he could only drink tasteless liquid food, even if An Qihe added some sugar to it, it still couldn't resist the problem of watery mouth caused by drinking every day.

He had just woken up, his stomach was empty, An Qihe was thinking about making him a meal that the sick could eat, so he discussed with the little prince to take him to Dongchu for a stroll.

The little prince who just woke up and his memory is confused is curious about everything.

The servant glared angrily at how An Qihe brought the young prince into such a dirty place, and rushed to take care of the young prince without waiting for a moment, giving him whatever the young prince was staring at.

But the little prince was frightened instead, and kept trying to pull himself up from the wheelchair so that he could hug An Qihe.

An Qihe didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he was very pleased, he carried him into his arms with a bit of complacency and never left him.

So, that day, An Qihe received a lot of glare from behind.

Since An Qihe came to the house, he has visited the East Kitchen more times than he has gone to the bathroom.

Although the cooks disliked that once An Qihe came, they would not have the opportunity to cook for the young prince, but they couldn't help but peek at how An Qihe was doing from time to time.

An Qihe was also very tolerant, showing them openly.

Coupled with these few incidents, they were a little relieved.

So they came and went, and although they didn't make it clear on the surface, the relationship between everyone has improved a lot in silence.

An Qihe made ice-skin glutinous rice balls, a stack of sugar cakes, and a rice pudding for the little prince.

Simmer the large and small rice with hot water in advance until soft and rotten, and whip into rice paste. Because it is impossible to make milk powder, milk powder is not added. Instead, potato powder is used, and egg liquid made by adding an egg is added.

Finally, mix it all with white granulated sugar, stir well and sieve once, then pour them into small teacups, wrap them in paper, put them into the boiling water and cook for 20 minutes on medium heat, turn off the heat and simmer for 5 minutes, then open the lid. Garnish with some chopped fruit on top.

This is a simple pudding.

In addition, An Qihe also made a cup of yogurt, which made the little prince unable to stop eating, and even wanted to have another cup.

The little prince liked to eat stewed rice before, so the staple food of An Qihe was stewed rice.

Probably because he hasn't eaten normal food for a long time, the little prince has a big appetite, and his stomach is full from eating.

The cited Chuntao glared at her again: "Why do you feed the little prince so much? The little prince is just recovering from illness, so you should be more careful."

An Qihe didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and knew that he was too happy, he couldn't control it all of a sudden, so he had to apologize repeatedly, and rubbed the little prince's chubby belly through his clothes.

The little prince was like a well-behaved cat, nestled in An Qihe's arms, sleeping in the dark, drool a little while holding his arm, and sprayed all his warm panting in An Qihe's arms.

Occasionally, he clicked his tongue and said "delicious", so he was also greedy in his dreams.

"My lord is asleep, I'll send him back to bed to rest." An Qihe picked him up, Chuntao glanced at him, probably wanted to scold him for being rude, but she moved her lips without saying anything, as if she acquiesced the meaning of.

An Qihe placed the man in the room, leaned over and kissed the little prince's lips uncontrollably, the little prince in his sleep uttered a soft and gentle breath, which made his lower abdomen feel hot.

Fortunately, An Qihe remembered that he was alone now, so he fled in a hurry.

Not long after he went out, his eyes swept across a stern figure not far away, he stopped immediately, and the expression on his face faded away.

After a pause, An Qihe walked towards the man.

"Have you found anything?"

The guard met An Qihe's gaze: "Those two are bandits at the foot of Gulong Mountain. They committed homicide and disappeared before execution. No one knows where they are going."

An Qihe: "Is there any news about the person who saved the little prince?"

The guard was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

That day was very tragic, and the ground was shocking. When the two arrived, they saw the carriage overturned, and the little prince fell on the ground with wounds on his legs and bruises on his wrists.

The carriage was overturned, and the two people who kidnapped the young prince died in the carriage.

The two had no other injuries except for the bruise on their necks. Before they died, their eyes widened in disbelief, and they didn't even struggle in a hurry.

After inspection, it was preliminarily judged that the murder weapon was the rope tied to the little prince's wrist.

However, the biggest question is, who killed those two people and saved the little prince?

as well as,

Why is there no trace of the fourth person at the scene?

The author has something to say: I almost forgot, and I will make up a chapter at nine o'clock in the evening