The old man lost his memory again

Ye Sihe's eyes widened in surprise: "Why are you here?"

The schoolbag was chosen by An Qihe. At that time, An Qihe said that older children had to do a lot of homework. He said that seeing other people carrying such a big schoolbag, Ye Sihe didn’t go to school to see it, so he thought it was true. .

Now it seems that I understand that it was An Qihe who prepared it for himself.

Angry and funny, he took An Qihe out of his schoolbag and put him on the ground: "Why are you hiding here?"

An Qihe said nervously: "I asked, and my classmates said that if you are a new student, you will be bullied. I will come here to support you!"

Ye Sihe was helpless: "I won't be bullied."

After so many years, Ye Sihe's kung fu would not be bullied by others, otherwise he would not have survived long ago.

How did An Qihe know this? He only knew that when Ye Sihe was picked up back then, Ye Sihe was so weak. The test result said that he was physically weak, and there was an old disease in his leg. It was serious and needed surgery to solve it, but he His body is not conducive to surgery for the time being, so he has to get his weight up to the standard first.

This is not a big deal, but when An Qihe heard it, he thought it was serious.

Thinking that Ye Sihe would be bullied, he gritted his teeth and hid in his schoolbag.

An Qihe was young, so he never thought that his weight was much heavier than books. Ye Sihe carried him and a pile of books to school but didn't notice it at all. How contrary to common sense.

Ye Sihe said: "Stop making trouble, you should go back to school to study, I won't be bullied."

Ye Sihe is no longer the little crying bag Ye Hanling he used to be, before he found the person he was looking for, he decided not to let himself be bullied any more.

Not to let myself cry.

An Qihe actually felt a little guilty when he heard this. He sneaked out to follow Ye Sihe to school. He was already skipping class. If he was sued by the teacher to his parents, he would not be able to eat and walk away.

So after listening to Ye Sihe's words, he started to move around, and everyone went out obediently, when he saw someone walking in at the door.

A tall boy swaggered into the classroom and caught a glimpse of a frail boy standing inside with a small dumpling beside him. He immediately smiled and said, "Hahahaha who is this? He brought his family with him when he went to school." Yes, find a backer!"

An Qihe puffed up his cheeks when he heard it.

Ye Sihe said: "Hello, I am a new classmate. My name is Ye Sihe. He is my younger brother. He just wants to come and see my class. I will take him back now."

After Ye Sihe went to pull An Qihe's hand, he heard the boy mutter: "It's disgusting, why does it have the same surname as mine, it's so disgusting."

Ye Sihe's footsteps paused, and such a sentence suddenly slipped through his memory.

He moved his lips in a trance, but he didn't feel anything. When he came back to his senses, he saw that everyone around him was looking at him in surprise.

Ye Sihe: "?"

He was a little embarrassed, he took An Qihe's little hand secretly, and took An Qihe out while everyone was still surprised.

He walked all the way to the school gate before he let go of An Qihe and asked, "What happened to you just now?"

An Qihe said: "Brother, you are so amazing! You were so handsome just now! He was so scared that he didn't dare to speak."

Ye Sihe asked strangely: "What did I just say?"

An Qihe imitated Ye Sihe's gesture just now, frowned and said, "The last person who talked to me like this is dead."

Ye Sihe: "..."

He felt that there was something wrong with his brain.

But all the words have been said, and he has no possibility of stopping him. Ye Sihe shook his head with a sigh, and warned An Qihe not to spread his words, and not to sneak into his school again, and then sent him back to his own school After leaving, I returned to the class.

He later found out that the person who targeted him that day was named Ye Hanwen, and he had a younger brother named Ye Hanfeng. When they saw Ye Sihe later, they both looked extremely annoying, and Ye Sihe didn't get along with them anymore. The other party is a child, and it is easy to form cliques.

There was a sports competition in the class that day, Ye Sihe signed up for the sprint, but thinking that if he didn't sign up, it would be too painful to fetch drinks, he quickly filled in his name and handed over the registration form to the class committee.

Who knew that after the notification came, the sprint turned into a long-distance run again.

If it is still a sprint, he can secretly move his hands and feet, such as light work, anyway, if he runs fast, he will not be so easy to be discovered, but long-distance running needs real materials.

Ye Sihe sat in the waiting area in pain, glanced over, and met Ye Hanwen who was gloating outside.

The latter smiled provocatively, then picked up the Coke and took two sips, belching extremely proudly.

Ye Sihe shook his head helplessly.

Not long after, it was their turn to prepare. Ye Sihe changed into his racing uniform, did a few simple stretching exercises, and waited patiently at the starting line.

As soon as the gunshot rang, the people on the starting line rushed forward like arrows leaving the string.

Ye Sihe followed No.1 unhurriedly, building up his energy, while thinking about life.

Speaking of which, in the past few years, he has become increasingly unable to remember what happened back then.

He seemed to have only a shallow impression of what happened back then, but his desire to find someone was extremely deep.

He still remembered how kind that person was to him, and the taste of fried chicken, but he couldn't remember what that person looked like or what his name was.

I met a master the year before last and told him that this is a normal phenomenon.

If a person wants to live for such a long time, he must pay a corresponding price. He wants to find that person, but the price is to make his memory weak.

The reason why I can still have a deep memory in the past few hundred years, but these years have gradually become blurred, one is that life is approaching, and the other is that fate is approaching.

He is an accident of fate, so far no one can control his fate.

He can only rely on his own efforts.

But speaking, what he remembers most now is fried chicken.

The fried chicken shop that opened a long time ago was closed because of the exchange of recipes with Gu Dongya, and the country where Gu Dongya was located disappeared without knowing what happened, not even a word left in history .

Until the era when fried chicken was introduced to China from abroad, he went to taste fried chicken, but found that it didn't taste like this.

What does fried chicken taste like?

He remembered that before he ate fried chicken, he had dreamed about it.

The fried chicken I ate at that time didn't taste like the one made by An Qihe, nor did it taste the same as the one now.

But Ye Sihe kept the habit of eating fried chicken.

He thought that one day he would eat fried chicken, and he would taste the taste of that person.

He could no longer remember the appearance, voice and name of that person, only the fried chicken was the last persistence.

Ye Sihe was thinking about it, but suddenly his feet hurt. Before he could react, he fell on the track. When he turned his head to look, he saw that he had accidentally stepped on broken glass, and blood flowed out from his feet. Wet the track.

Ye Sihe was slightly taken aback, but suddenly remembered something in his mind.

That year, he was taken away by gangsters, his knees were all injured, and the bones could be seen from the injuries. With the last bit of strength, he broke through the acupoints and killed the two people. He also fell into a coma due to excessive blood loss.

In a coma, he heard An Qihe's voice in a daze, saw An Qihe's regretful face, and also saw the red soil under his body, and the blood was as it is now, exuding disgusting the taste of.

Then, a childish voice broke into his ears, which happened to merge with the voice in his memory.

"Yesihe..."

"My lord..."

As if changing time and space, Ye Sihe raised his eyes slightly, and saw An Qihe struggling to squeeze through the crowded crowd, and shouted heart-piercingly at him.

However, it is not the same as in memory.

When Ye Sihe was about to respond, a figure suddenly blocked his sight.

The male voice said softly: "Hello, I am an intern assistant. I can do simple bandaging and emergency treatment. Could you please cooperate with my work?"

Ye Sihe's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he raised his eyes. The person who met him was a boy in his early twenties. He looked very young, with an extremely gentle smile on his face. The sun cast light and shadow on him. It looked as if he was glowing.

Ye Sihe nodded blankly.

The latter immediately shouted to the crowd: "Wen Lan, come and help!"

Hearing this name, Ye Sihe seemed to have been hit on the head again.

It just feels so familiar.

He couldn't help but look up and saw a boy with an arrogant smile squeezed out of the crowd. He was younger than the man just now, looking very arrogant and mischievous. He walked up to the boy, with impatient eyes on his face. But with a smile.

"I know, I know, I'm here right now, is this the case?"

"If your eyes are short-sighted, go get glasses." The difference is that this young assistant hit him in various ways, "His foot is injured, you help him carry him to the infirmary, and I will prepare medicines."

Wen Lan snorted: "I will do all the hard work, so you can't prepare medicine on the way, why don't you carry it with me?"

Wen Lan just said it casually, and only after he finished speaking did he realize that something was wrong. He could recite things by himself, so why would he still blame the injured.

But after the words have been spoken, he has no habit of taking them back, so he can only bite the bullet and continue: "I, I will be tired too."

The boy frowned worriedly and thought for a while, then said: "Then you will be afraid to carry it for a while, and if you feel uncomfortable, replace it with me. Be careful when you move, and try not to add burden to the patient."

Wen Lan had nothing to say, so she nodded.

Then Ye Sihe was carried on his back, and An Qihe finally squeezed out from the crowd, jumping up and down beside Wen Lan anxiously: "Ye Sihe, are you okay? Does it hurt? You bleed a lot, yes?" Doesn’t it hurt? Do you need to breathe? Hurrah doesn’t hurt anymore.”