The old man lost his memory again

More than two months ago?Wouldn't it be when he and An Qihe went to Prince An's mansion?

An Qihe looked at Wen Lan suspiciously.

Wen Lan looked back at the past generously, looked at it for a moment and said: "To be honest, the more I look, the more I look like it. I didn't dare to recognize it at first. After all, he hardly goes out. Why did he get together with the little prince all of a sudden? Only today I have a chance to talk to you, if you don't mind, let's move around and find a place?"

Although An Qihe wanted to find out immediately, but thought that the little prince was waiting for him inside the house, so he said: "It's not suitable in the mansion, please leave an address, and I will find you when I am free."

Wen Lan agreed after thinking about it, saying that if he wanted to see Wen Lan, he would go to the Spring Tea House in the west of the city.

An Qihe kept it in his heart, watched the people leave, then turned around and opened the door to enter the house.

"Little prince!"

The little prince was lying on the table powerlessly, with unhappiness written all over his body.

An Qihe hurried forward to pick up the little prince, and asked with concern: "How did the little prince become like this? But Wen Lan bullied you?"

The little prince shook his head.

Wen Lan couldn't bully him, he just couldn't figure it out.

He and Wen Lan have been together for so many days, maybe half a year or so, which is earlier than meeting An Qihe in the morning.

If he wanted to harm the young prince, he had many opportunities to do it before, but why did he wait for the young prince to have An Qihe by his side before doing it?

He told An Qihe about this, and wanted him to understand the logic.

But when An Qihe heard it, he didn't respond.

"An Qihe, what do you think?"

Hearing what the young prince said, An Qihe had no choice but to tell the young prince what Wen Lan had just said to him.

"So, you may really know him?" The little prince's eyes widened, his cheeks bulged as if each had a ping pong ball in it.

An Qihe said helplessly: "Maybe, it's useless for him to say it, I have to find evidence. Besides, even if I know him, does this mean that he has no intention of harming the little prince?"

The little prince thought about it seriously, shook his head vigorously, grabbed An Qihe's hand, and said seriously: "But you won't hurt me, right?"

Seeing his seriousness, An Qihe suddenly thought of teasing him: "What if I regained my memory one day? If that day I found out that there was a deep hatred between us, would you still believe me so much?"

The little prince's eyes turned red instantly, and his little face flushed with anxiety.

"You, you said...you, you want to protect me..."

Before the words were finished, the tears of grievance in the eyes of the little prince rolled down his fair cheeks and hit the ground heavily.

An Qihe's heart twitched, and he hurriedly made amends: "I, of course I will protect you, no matter whether I have recovered my memory or not, I..."

But it was too late, the little prince suddenly thought of the boy.

He was terrified, and he tightly grasped the back of An Qihe's hand, his flat nails sank deep into his back, but An Qihe only felt sorry for him.

The little prince choked with sobs and shook his head, saying intermittently: "You, don't restore your memory...don't be like him...don't not know me..."

An Qihe's heart twitched violently, he just wanted to pass through to the self he was a few minutes ago, so that he could strangle himself to death, so that he wouldn't have to do anything else, stepping on thunder No. 1.

He took a deep breath, bent down and picked up the little prince, hugged him on his lap and sat down, carefully wiping away the tears on his face.

Then bowed his head and kissed it.

The little prince buried half of his face on the pillow, and with the corners of his teary eyes drooping, he stretched out his hand sleepily to rub the red and swollen eyes.

An Qihe sat leaning against the head of the bed, the little prince turned his back to him, and wrapped himself in the quilt in a childish gesture.

The little prince didn't let him touch him after he finished crying, let alone sleeping with his arms around him, even if he wanted to help take off his coat, he was scratched several times.

An originally warm day started in this way, An Qihe understands that this is called self-inflicted.

He shouldn't ask such questions that provoke trust, he shouldn't touch the most sensitive topic in a momentary tease, and he shouldn't be crowed. Even if he is not the original owner of the body, even if the original owner has a deep hatred, he should not Can't empathize.

The guilt in his heart was turned over several times, and he was guarded by the little prince by the Anqi River, feeling really stupid and ridiculous for the second time in his life.

The first encounter was when he realized that he couldn't protect the little prince at all.

The little prince was angry and angry, and he probably had the heart of a child. As soon as his head touched the pillow, his brain would feel drowsy and sleepy, and he fell into a deep sleep soon.

He curled up with his back facing An Qihe, and wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, only showing half of his right face which could not be buried in the pillow.

An Qihe sighed, and raised his hand to touch the little prince's face.

Probably hating him in his dream, the little prince frowned unhappily, his thin lips curled up in an arc, and his cheeks bulged slightly.

An Qihe felt resentful, thinking that it would take a lot of effort to coax him back this time, but then his palm was suddenly slapped, the little prince fell asleep in a daze, turned over and hugged An Qihe's arm.

An Qihe laughed, and scratched his chin with the other hand.

"Hmph!" The little prince snorted, tilted his head and rubbed his face against his arm, his lips were slightly parted, and a little vermilion tip of his tongue could still be vaguely seen inside.

An Qihe was fascinated, and when he realized it, he almost kissed that small mouth.

In order not to wake people up accidentally, An Qihe had no choice but to lean back and carefully pull out his arms.

As a result, just after drawing half of it, he was dragged back by the little prince unhappily.

In the dream, he muttered: "No...don't run away! Scoundrel!"

An Qihe: "..."

The little prince opened his mouth, leaving a watermark on the back of his hand: "Wash... wash! Don't... don't want my king... um... wash!"

I don't know when, in the little prince's dream, besides the dazzling array of delicacies, there was another man named An Qihe.

After taking a nap, the little prince was hungry.

When he woke up, he seemed to be a poor little beast that had strayed into the human realm, with round eyes and an abnormal expression on his face.

Let An Qihe put on clothes for him, smooth out the knotted hair, and occasionally massage his scalp, and the little prince will hum comfortably twice.

After a while, An Qihe carried him to the dining table, and there was food in front of him.

The little prince yawned lazily, rubbed the corners of his eyes with his wrists, bringing out a bright blush, stretched his waist without image, but he was innocent and beautiful without knowing it, even a fusion of purity and charm.

An Qihe looked eager to move, but fortunately he remembered the business, and hurriedly piled up the prepared surprises in front of the young prince: "I made some new products today, young prince, try it?"

The little prince's eyes fell on the dining table.

An Qihe saw the young prince stared in bewilderment, and then...

His face turned green.

An Qihe only found out a few days ago that there is milk in this era, so he immediately thought of the little prince.

The cat-like little prince seemed to be full of milky air, and his upper lip was covered with milk stains after drinking from a milk cup. He must be extremely cute.

The little prince is not in good health. The milk is rich in various nutrients, and the fragrant and sweet aroma can also ease the mood.

He guessed that the little prince would go well with milk, but he never thought that the little prince who eats and drinks everything would actually dislike milk so much.

Just smelling the smell of milk, the little prince frowned in disgust, and even hated An Qihe.

An Qihe tried to let him know how delicious the milk was, but just as he handed it to the little prince's lips, the greasy milk smell made the little prince even more angry, he pushed An Qihe's arm desperately to keep the man away from him.

"do not want!"

The little prince yelled in disgust, and kept shouting, and even blocked himself with his hands, for fear that the smell would get into his nose.

An Qihe quickly apologized, but the little prince recognized that An Qihe was deliberately making things difficult, and couldn't help but get red-eyed, and got up angrily and wanted to leave.

The little prince's eyes were flushed, as if he had suffered a great grievance, and he really hated this thing.

An Qihe had no choice but to put down the milk in his hand in a hurry, went to stop the little prince, and repeatedly promised to make another table.

I don't know why the little prince hates milk. If he said that he just made a fuss at the beginning and didn't want to drink it, but then he really buried himself in An Qihe's arms and cried.

But after a while, the little prince lost his strength from crying, and sniffed in An Qihe's arms: "No, I won't drink milk."

What else can An Qihe say?Of course, he poured all the milk back into the jug in front of the little prince: "Don't drink it, I won't drink it in the future."

This milky room can't stay anymore, An Qihe simply picked up the young prince, took him directly to the East Kitchen, shunned everyone, and cooked under the supervision of the young prince, so that he could feel at ease.

As for why the little prince doesn't drink milk, I can only find an opportunity to ask Chuntao.

The little prince opened his wet eyes, and when he looked up, he saw An Qihe's busy figure. The whole room was filled with the smell of food that reassured him, and there was no disgusting smell of milk, so the little prince finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fearing that the little prince would be too hungry, An Qihe simply made some ramen. The little prince was not willing to eat at first, so An Qihe looked at him eagerly.

Smelling the smell, the little prince looked up at him and blinked a few times, then took a small bite hesitantly.

An Qihe held his breath and concentrated, the surrounding was so quiet that only the sound of the wind remained.

The little prince's cheeks moved, at first he chewed cautiously, then he chewed faster and faster, the frequency of the agitation was like a hamster chewing melon seeds.

Only then did An Qihe feel relieved.

"It's delicious." The little prince held the bowl and slurped the noodles, and happily swung his legs, with his toes brushing against An Qihe's trousers from time to time.

An Qihe picked up his own pickled cucumber along the way, and the little prince bit into it with a crackling sound, the more he chewed, the happier he was, his eyes curled up.

An Qihe took the opportunity to say: "I will never boil milk again, okay?"

After speaking, he secretly decided that he would never tell the little prince that there was milk in the milk tea.

After all, caramel milk tea is brown, as long as the color is wrong, it is not milk.

Ah!

The little prince was overjoyed when he heard it, biting his chopsticks and nodding desperately.

"Then let's eat first." Seeing that the young prince agreed, An Qihe secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Guard Cheng bought a few new scripts, and he can read them when he goes back."

After hearing this, the little prince hurriedly held the bowl and drank eagerly, as if he was afraid of wasting time.

An Qihe looked helpless and funny.