The old man lost his memory again

After two or three days, the little prince didn't go to see Ning Dongbai, Ning Dongbai was just doing nothing, and went out to hunt with people when his injuries were almost healed.

His skills are good, he can hit big animals every time, and he is very gentle with others, but he does not accept the little prince, which seems to be a shame.

The little prince's heart is not made of iron, every time he bumps into Ning Dongbai, he will be bruised all over his body, he is afraid.

Afraid of seeing Ning Dongbai, he spat out those thorny words from his mouth, and greeted the little prince one after another.

The little prince had no choice but to avoid him.

But hiding is not an option. The little prince asked the doctor and said that it is best to do something with him that he used to do, which will help restore memory.

The little prince thought about it, what should he do?Then do frying.

An Qihe used to make fried chicken every day. He said he wanted to make the best fried chicken, and only serve it to the little prince.

The little prince also knows about the formula.

He immediately went to the village head to borrow tools, and went back to the house to borrow the kitchen to prepare fried chicken.

But then he realized that he didn't have fried chicken.

He had to carry his little rattan on his back and go up the mountain to hunt.

There are many wild beasts on the mountain, and you can hear threatening roars coming from inside before you get close.

The little prince didn't dare to go in, then An Qihe's face flashed in his mind, he gritted his teeth, held the dagger in his hand, and went in bravely.

The dagger bestowed by the emperor was chopped off, and the weapon that the young prince had used for many years was scrapped into scrap iron, but the young prince didn't care at all, as long as his hard work could be exchanged for An Qihe's memory.

He never thought that the current An Qihe was not the An Qihe back then.

In the evening, the little prince finally made the fried chicken. He tasted a piece of it in disgrace. It didn't taste very good. Much better than fried chicken imitated by others.

The little prince gave the fried chicken to someone else, and asked him to give the fried chicken to Ning Dong for free.

Probably because he remembered that the little prince hadn't borrowed someone else's hand to deliver food to Ning Dongbai for a long time. Ning Dongbai became very interested, looked at this weird fried chicken and sneered in his heart, took a piece of it and put it on the table. Chew in your mouth.

When the little prince saw him eating fried chicken, he was so excited that he jumped up.

Ning Dongbai hadn't eaten the rice he cooked every time before, but he ate the fried chicken. It must mean that he still has some memories, right?

The little prince was overjoyed and rushed over quickly.

Ning Dongbai looked up at him coldly: "What? Dare to come out? Did I scold you enough?"

The little prince has heard this kind of talk a lot, and now he has developed a steely mentality: "You just ate fried chicken, was it delicious?"

Ning Dongbai glanced at the chicken, it turned out that it was called fried chicken.

Then he looked indifferent: "What? Did you poison it?"

The little prince immediately shook his head, Ning Dongbai sneered: "Where did you buy the fried chicken, I am ashamed to present it as my own..."

Before I finished speaking, the little prince shook his head and explained: "I made this with you before, do you remember? You used to make fried chicken for me to eat, and you even opened a shop called Laifu Customer, the business is very hot on the opening day, you..."

Before he finished speaking, Ning Dongbai interrupted him coldly: "Now I don't know how to make fried chicken."

The little prince immediately said: "It doesn't matter if you don't know how to make fried chicken. I'll teach you. You used to make a lot of delicious food, such as pudding and milk tea. Let's make it together in the future. You will definitely remember it."

Ning Dong put down his chopsticks with a blank face.

Said: "I mean, I won't be the old me. He is dead and can't come back. Stop wishful thinking and try to find his shadow from me."

The smile on the little prince's face couldn't hold back anymore, his eyes were red with grievance.

He clearly only remembered An Qihe, why did An Qihe become another person?

Ning Dongbai looked at him coldly until he stared at him away, and he didn't have the heart to eat the leftover fried chicken anymore.

The little prince tucked himself into the quilt and cried until it started to rain in the middle of the night, his knees began to ache, and his crying turned into pleading.

Ning Dongbai's room is right next to his, so it's not out of hearing.

But Ning Dongbai just didn't move.

The little prince cried and begged for a long time, but Ning Dongbai remained indifferent.

Just when he was disheartened, a thunder flashed, and a figure appeared at the door.

The little prince was startled, and then found that the man was Ning Dongbai, his pale face finally had a little color, and he stretched out his hand towards Ning Dongbai: "Qihe...Qihe...help me..."

Ning Dongbai walked over with a cold face, and saw his trembling body at a glance: "Did you not take medicine?"

The little prince thought about it, he brought medicine with him when he went out, but that medicine was the medicine that the little prince was said to be unable to use.

He nodded resentfully, then shook his head and said: "Brother Huang said... said, temporarily unavailable..."

Ning Dongbai sneered disgustedly: "I don't even need any medicine, are you waiting for me to take pity on you? Little prince, I hope you recognize the current situation. If you hadn't been saved by you, I would have killed you a long time ago. I hope you don't mess with me." Me, otherwise, the day I recover from my injury will be your death day."

The little prince looked at him timidly, already heartbroken to the point of being speechless.

After Ning Dongbai said this, he left, not even giving half a worried look.

The little prince finally understood that An Qihe really didn't want him anymore.

If the little prince continues to be so incompetent, when he recovers from his injury, he will be truly abandoned.

The little prince didn't want to be abandoned, he groped and climbed down from the bed with difficulty, reached for his package, took out a jar of ointment from it, climbed back on the bed trembling, then lifted up his trousers and poured the cold ointment onto it painted.

After a while, a sharp cry of pain came from the little prince's room.

Ning Dongbai irritatedly threw the pillow over, and the sound stopped instantly.

He turned over and waited quietly for a while, but he didn't hear any more sounds. Then he became a little puzzled, turned over and sat up, picked up his saber, walked outside the little prince's room and looked in.

The little prince was no longer on the bed.

No one could be seen on the messy bed, Ning Dongbai glanced at other places, and finally saw a curled up figure in a dark corner.

He pushed open the door and walked in.

The little prince still turned his back to him, motionless.

Ning Dongbai pressed his saber against his neck, making him turn around.

But the little prince seemed to have never heard of it, and after a while, like a puppet with a broken string, he suddenly fell down.

Ning Dongbai frowned, just about to say something, then he saw a puddle of blood on the place where the little prince was squatting.

The thick blood even spread to the edge of his shoes.

And the little prince had already fainted from the pain, his body was covered in blood, and he was almost out of breath.

Ning Dongbai's heart stopped violently.

The little prince woke up from the pain.

Everywhere in his body hurt, especially at his knees, the pain was so painful that his scalp was going to explode.

He lay motionless on the bed, gradually recalling what had happened before.

It was raining that day, and he wanted An Qihe to help rub his legs, but An Qihe was unwilling and asked him to apply the medicine himself.

The little prince then used the can of medicine that he said could not be used.

Immediately afterwards, he noticed that the place where the medicine had been applied suddenly seemed to be on fire. He wanted to see what was going on, so he endured the pain and got out of bed to light a candle.

As a result, he fell to the ground as soon as he climbed out of the bed. He raised his hand to touch it, and found that his knee had started to crack, and blood gushed out from the wound continuously.

The little prince suddenly didn't even have the strength to scream, he hugged his knees with all his strength, and could feel the cold sweat slipping down his forehead every time he opened his mouth.

Afterwards, he seemed to vaguely hear An Qihe's voice, and immediately passed out.

The little prince couldn't move his body, he could only twist his neck and look around.

He was still in his room, lying on the bed, the little prince thought that it was An Qihe who carried him to the bed, and couldn't help but feel warm in his heart, thinking that An Qihe still cared about him.

Then he heard a movement at the door, and he immediately looked towards the door expectantly.

Probably met someone outside the door, there was a conversation outside, the voice was deliberately suppressed very low, the little prince could not hear clearly, but when he heard An Qihe's voice inside, he couldn't help but pursed his lips and laughed .

The door was opened with a squeak, and the little prince's expectant eyes instantly condensed into disappointment when he saw the man's face.

A girl came over with food and medicine. Seeing the young prince's appearance, she sighed helplessly: "It's better to eat quickly, and take the medicine after eating, and your body will get better sooner."

The little prince still stretched his neck to look at the door.

But after persisting for a while, I felt a pain in my neck.

After repeating this several times, the girl finally noticed his movements, and stood silently in the direction of the little prince's line of sight, blocking his movements of looking out: "How about eating? Your injury is very special. The doctor said that you need to observe it again. Yesterday I almost lost my life at night, how can others have their own life as important?"

The little prince vaguely seemed to understand what she meant, but also didn't seem to understand at all, so he could only blink at her with innocent eyes.

Then the girl sighed again: "Actually, we all can see that you can't be together at all, and he doesn't like you at all."

The little prince became anxious as soon as he heard it. He struggled to get up from the bed, but this movement involved other wounds on his body. , but did not cry like before.

An Qihe doesn't like him crying now, and he won't come over to hug him when he sees him crying.

The little prince buried his face in the quilt aggrievedly, and retorted powerlessly: "No, if he didn't like me, he wouldn't have married me! He, he just lost his memory!"

"But he didn't lose his memory at all." The girl frowned when she heard this, with a confused look on her face, "The doctor checked him when he saw him, and he quickly remembered who he was, and answered everything fluently. to be honest……"

The girl paused, probably considering whether to say it or not, but these days, the young prince and Ning Dongbai were together in their hearts. Anyone who saw the young prince's unilateral contribution and the other party's sarcasm, everyone felt very sad. Poor little prince.

After discussing, they decided to tell the young prince the truth.