Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

The mountain stream is gurgling, the sun is shining brightly, and occasionally there are birds chirping. In the blink of an eye, they flap their wings and leave, shaking off two leaves.

The woodcutter especially likes this weather.

In his opinion, this kind of weather generally symbolizes more positive words such as "smooth" and "lucky".

However, there may be some small surprises today.

He saw a man by the stream!

The woodcutter was shocked, held his ax in his hand, and looked towards the direction of the stream. Through the intertwined bushes, he could barely see a young man in a coma.

He breathed a sigh of relief, pushed aside the bushes, and walked forward little by little.

The young man's face was fair, his eyebrows were delicate and fragile, and he was wrapped in a snow-white Taoist robe, making him look a little fragile.

For example, the wrist is too thin.

The woodcutter asked cautiously, "Young man, what's the matter with you?"

He took two steps forward, took out a long branch from the basket behind his back, and poked the young man's back, causing the man to shake, but there was still no other movement.

The woodcutter rolled his eyes, threw the ax aside, untied the basket and threw it away, and hurried over to help him: "Young man! What's wrong with you, young man!"

He grabbed the young man's arm and wanted to sniff him.

The breath under the fingertips is warm, and he is still alive, but he is unconscious for some reason.

The woodcutter shouted twice more, raised his head, and shouted around, "Hey! Has anyone seen him?"

There was only a brook gurgling around, and no one responded to his voice.

The woodcutter breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

He turned around to take out the long rope from the basket, but when he turned around, he saw the young man sitting up straight in a daze!

The woodcutter was startled and jumped back suddenly: "You you you..."

The young man stared at him with a calm face and said nothing.

Most of his body had been touched by the stream water, so his clothes were wet and stuck to his body, still dripping water dripping down.

However, this person didn't seem to want to care about it, stood up unsteadily, and lowered his eyes.

The woodcutter tentatively asked: "Young man, how did you get here? And how..." unconscious?

The young man did not answer his words.

After opening his eyes, he looked a little more 'alive'. Looking at those eyes, he almost improved his beautiful appearance by several blocks.

If it weren't for his dull expression, he might also be a down-and-out young master Pianpian.

The woodcutter gasped, realizing that a big fish had come.

He thought for a while, grabbed the long rope in his hand, and asked tentatively: "Otherwise, why don't you go to my house first?"

The young man looked at him and nodded slowly.

The woodcutter took him all the way home, and after entering the house, he became more and more sure of his guess.

This young man was probably punched in the head by someone, and now he is in a daze, not very clear-headed, only affirming and rejecting, even shaking his head very slowly.

Therefore, the woodcutter's mind became active.

He enthusiastically cooked a pot of potatoes for the young man, sprinkled some salt on them, and brought them out for him to gnaw on.

I asked myself, "Young man, where are you from?"

The young man held the potatoes and shook his head.

The woodcutter wondered, maybe he didn't remember, or maybe he didn't know.

He asked again, "Then do you know what your last name is?"

The young man took a bite of the potato, frowned, and showed a painful expression. It seemed that he was not used to such a rough taste, and he chewed for a long time before he could barely swallow it.

He raised his head and tried to free his throat: "...water..."

The woodcutter poured water for him and sighed.

He asked again, "Do you know what your name is?"

After drinking the water, the young man finally calmed down and nodded, "...that's it."

After all, I am afraid it is a nickname.

The woodcutter refilled the water with a smile: "Then, did you come alone, or did you come with others?"

The young man looked at him in bewilderment, tilted his head, a little incomprehensible.

After a while, he said softly, "I alone..."

The woodcutter was overjoyed: "Good! Great!"

He could hardly hide his surprise, and looked out the window frequently.

Unexpectedly, this young man was actually a fool!

Fool is good, fool is very obedient!

He stood up impatiently, and said persuasively: "Well, I still have some things to do, I have to go out, you stay here first, don't go out, you understand?"

He bared his teeth and claws, trying to engrave on the young man's head that he couldn't go outside: "There are particularly terrifying wolves outside! Such a big wolf with such long teeth! If you go out, I'm afraid it will be bitten off by you in one bite!"

The young man shrank as expected, showing an expression of obvious fear.

The woodcutter was relieved and closed the windows of the house one by one. Finally, before going out, he locked the door and hung wooden bolts from the outside.

Before leaving, he knocked on the door: "Don't go out! There are wolves outside!"

There was no sound in the house, and the woodcutter ran down the mountain in a hurry to find someone.

Who to look for?

Find someone who can give him a ticket!

She's so beautiful, but she's still a fool, she can't even speak, maybe her brain is not working well, and whoever comes will obediently follow her!

Did he know that some dignitaries like this kind of beautiful fool the most.

If he can sell people without anyone noticing...then the money he gets, I'm afraid he won't need to chop firewood for the rest of his life!

Of course, in order to prevent the fool from suddenly waking up one day and biting him back, the woodcutter decided to play a trick to deceive him, without knowing it himself.

He quickly contacted a person, a "porter" who specializes in this kind of business.

The "porter" drinks tea and smokes in the city, thinking about what he has in hand, where to sell it, and who to sell it to.

He took a puff of smoke slowly, and saw someone running in from outside, running towards him excitedly.

The porter frowned, thinking happily, the business is here.

The woodcutter rushed over, nodded and bowed at him, and told all about the family situation, especially focusing on describing how good-looking the fool was.

"...It's really a fairy son who descended to earth. He smells like a fairy for no reason. His nose and eyes are so long. If he is not a fool, I would believe that he is a heavenly official!"

The woodcutter talked about the sky and the earth, but the "porter" who talked about it became curious.

Can someone really look like this?

As soon as he thought about it, he couldn't help raising the price several times.

The woodcutter rubbed his hands and smiled at him: "Well, if I remember the introduction, I can also get some money from the agency..."

The "porter" rolled his eyes, pressed the cigarette on the table, and said disdainfully: "You have to let me see it first."

"Go, go, go."

While they were talking, they didn't realize that the whole teahouse fell silent, and even the voice of the storyteller gradually faded away. Xiaoer and the guests straightened up and looked at them.

After the porter finished speaking, he felt something was wrong, and turned his head vigilantly.

Seeing the shopkeeper smile apologetically at them, he turned sideways, revealing a group of officers and soldiers in short jackets behind him.

Porter: "..."

Woodcutter: "...Me! I am innocent!"

"I'm sorry," the shopkeeper rubbed his hands, "I've disturbed you two. But now," he raised his hand behind his head, "these masters told you to be more honest and go to the yamen with them."

Of course they don't.

In the end, he was obediently pushed away.

The master of the yamen said lazily: "Usually I don't bother to care about you, but today is different. The prince of Kyoto happened to be here on a tour of the country on behalf of the sage. You are in bad luck."

A group of them walked in a hurry, leaving behind a young son and three or two yamen servants around him.

The young man sighed, stood up and said, "Let's go, I hope that poor man is well."

They asked the woodcutter where they lived, and they went up the mountain to rescue the poor man from the hands of the traffickers.

They broke the lock, pushed the door open, and saw a handsome young man sitting behind a desk, propping his face with his hands, dozing with his eyes closed.

In front of him, there was only an empty plate stained with mashed potatoes, and he looked very hungry.

The young man was very sympathetic, he stepped forward and pushed the poor man: "Don't sleep, we are here to save you."

When the man slowly opened his eyes, he felt that the room was brightened up.

The young man coughed, cleared his throat, and introduced himself, with a pleasant face: "That's it, I am the only son of the prince, you can call me Ze Zhong, and I am currently training in the yamen to gain experience. You were deceived by human traffickers to come here .”

He sincerely praised: "You are so handsome."

The man looked at him, extremely calm, without any reaction.

The young master was taken aback, and waved in front of Cheng Yuzhi's eyes: "What's wrong?"

The beautiful Daoxiu shook his head, without saying a word, with a dull expression.

Only then did the young master realize that this young master was probably murdered by human traffickers, and he had completely forgotten who he was, where he was going, and where he was going!

All human traffickers in the world should die!

He gritted his teeth and said: "He will wait for this son! See if I don't peel his skin!"

Cheng Yunzhi was sent to the hospital, but the doctor said that the patient might struggle on his own with this disease, and he couldn't be cured by himself, so he went back and forth to several hospitals.

Later, I went to the spiritual doctor who was said to have healed the immortal master. After seeing Cheng Yun, he told him to recover slowly.

"It will recover after a long time, don't worry." The doctor said.

But for such a long time, when will we have to wait?

The prince was not willing to leave him outside alone, nor did he want to be taken care of by the rough men in the yamen, so he took him all the way back to the palace, and wanted to name him as his playmate, and accompany him in reading, riding horses and archery in his spare time .

People in the palace didn't have much opinion, even his wife liked him very much, and often invited Xiao Cheng to sit and eat some cakes.

After a long time, Xiao Cheng gradually recovered and could speak and write like a normal person, although he still couldn't remember who he was.

Until that night, the son asked Cheng Yuzhi to come out for dinner.

He held on to the small wine glass himself, and said a little bit coyly, "I respect Brother Cheng for this one."

Cheng Yuzhi looked at him with a smile, and poured a glass for himself, Shi Shiran lifted it up, and touched him out of thin air: "Is today a happy day?"

His smile was light, and Shizi knew that this was the aftereffect of becoming a fool for many days. No matter what happened, he couldn't arouse too much emotion, and he was used to it.

It's just that today's sentence, he had to say it.

"Father called me back to Beijing, and I will leave in a few days," the son said, and he took the initiative to touch the small wine glass in Cheng Yunzhi's hand, feeling bored, "I'm afraid we will be parted from Brother Cheng for a few days."

Cheng Yuzhi also drank it: "I'm afraid it's about the future."

Shizi said: "Yes."

Cheng Yunzhi said: "Then I have to wish the son a prosperous future, don't forget Cheng."

The prince said, "Before that, I have a wish."

Cheng Yun was startled: "What is it?"

Prince: "Find the family for Brother Cheng."

Cheng Yuzhi put down his wine glass and shook his head: "My lord, Cheng can't even remember it, let alone..."

The way he frowns is very nice.

Cheng Yuzhi has been raised in the palace for a long time, if he walks out, he is probably more like a son of the palace than his son, he is extraordinarily rich.

The son wandered into the sky, and hurriedly said: "Brother Cheng, I..."

"I am happy with you, let me die."

He said seriously: "Before I leave, I really don't want to wait until next time, so I have to tell Brother Cheng now. I am willing to become a partner with Brother Cheng, I wonder if you want to?"

Cheng Yun was startled.

He struggled and said: "...No, I don't have the idea of ​​becoming a Taoist couple for the time being."

Shizi loosened his shoulders and said discouragedly: "I knew it. It's okay, my brothers continue to eat and drink, eat and drink!"

But he didn't know that countless memories flooded up in Cheng Yunzhi's heart, almost engulfing him.

The biggest memory is that someone held his hand and walked forward slowly.

With all the tablets in the hall, they bowed down slowly, forming a contract in front of their ancestors and becoming partners.

Therefore, he can no longer promise others.

It's just that he can't see who the person in the memory is... So, Mr. Cheng, he is someone who already has a family!

He already has a partner, how could he promise to someone else!