Red dust kills beauty

[-]. What about the promised Yangchun Baixue②

Fu Baixue is a very mysterious person.

His mystery is different from that of witch ginseng that doesn't reveal even a hair, but a more restrained sense of distance.

Fu Baixue is an old Buddha, and he is named as the head of the medical department, but all the year round, he never sees the end, let alone spying on information, I don't even know where he is.If it wasn't for the opportunity given to me by the witch merchant this time, I really don't know how to contact him.

It has been almost a month since I officially joined Yu Jingchun, and it has been more than two weeks since I met Fu Baixue last time - I really haven't seen him at all during this period.

So when I met Fu Baixue at the entrance of the Armed Forces Department the next day, I was a little surprised: "Mr. Fu."

"Morning." Fu Baixue wore a black long gown and a dark blue coat today, standing there like pines and cypresses.He looked at me with eyes as clear as water.

"I'm sorry, because Xiaoshang refused to give me your contact information, so I had to come here early to find you." Then he turned his gaze to Zhaoyao—yes, Zhaoyao was standing opposite him, with her whole body covered. Exuding berserk pheromones and looking irritated, the two were clearly in a confrontation before I came.

"You too, good morning, Zhaoyao."

The young Alpha was obviously irritated by his unfeeling greeting, and even released his wolf directly—this is Zhaoyao's ability, he manifested his own power into a huge white wolf, I guess this should be It is the legendary fantasy species Fenrir: "I should have said, you are not allowed to come to my territory, Fu Baixue!?"

It seems really angry.

I took a step back silently and ate melon quietly.

Fu Baixue showed a troubled expression: "I just can't contact Mr. Ning."

Zhao Yao became even angrier: "So you still want to find Ning Hongchen!?"

I remembered that when I met Zhaoyao for the first time, it was they who cooperated to arrest me.At that time when Zhaoyao came, Fu Baixue stopped her hands and hid in the shadows to install mushrooms. At that time, my attention was all on Zhaoyao. Now that I think about it, Fu Baixue should not be entirely because of fishing, or because of some of them. known protocol.

For example, don't go to the opponent's territory casually, don't shoot the opponent's prey casually, and so on.

Zhaoyao is a big alpha with a strong aggressiveness, a man who can sit on an equal footing with him and agree to divide the territory... Tsk, Fu Baixue is not as peaceful and peaceful as she appears on the surface.

Sure enough, Fu Baixue didn't pay attention to Zhaoyao's attack at all, he quickly dodged the white wolf's claws, quickly approached me, and grabbed my shoulder: "Let's go."

After saying that, he pressed the elevator with a "snap", and took me directly in, and the whole process was stable.

I was stunned by his show, until the elevator ascended and left the territory of the Armed Forces Department, I laughed out loud: "The boss is going to be mad at you."

In front of outsiders, I always give Zhaoyao face, calling him "Boss" instead of "Gouyao".

Fu Baixue didn't even raise her eyelids: "That kid Zhaoyao is just too impatient."

As the elevator dinged and reached the first floor—the headquarters of the Armed Forces Department is underground—he glanced at his watch: "It's still early, let's go have breakfast together."

I can't ask for more.

As I said before, the Yujingchun headquarters is a large base, including office areas, living areas, warehouse areas, etc. Of course, there is also a canteen, and the quality of the food inside is quite good.

We found a seat at random and sat down. I looked at the menu and was a little confused, so I ordered a basket of steamed buns at random. He nodded and praised me for my good eyesight, and then ordered the same one.

"The Xiaolongbao in this cafeteria is delicious." He said seriously, "It belongs to the kind that you will regret if you miss it."

At this time, it was time for most of the grassroots to go to work. The cafeteria was empty, and breakfast was served soon.Fu Baixue ironed my chopsticks, picked up a small steamed bun, and opened a small mouth.

I stared blankly at his movements, and it took me a while to react. I followed his example and sucked the juice from the steamed bun, but it turned out to be hot unexpectedly, and I couldn't help shrinking back.

Probably there was food in front of him, and the atmosphere was not as embarrassing as I expected. He asked me naturally, "Have you ever eaten before?"

I nodded: "I've never seen this kind of food in the third district before."

Fu Baixue said: "Because Mr. Ning doesn't have an accent at all, so even if you are of mixed race, it's hard to have a real sense of reality. Only now did I feel that you are indeed not from the eighth district."

My tongue was aching from being burned. I put down the steamed bun and decided to let it cool down before eating.Seeing this, Fu Baixue smiled: "I have an old friend, every time he eats Xiaolongbao, he also reacts like this."

I instinctively wanted to keep asking, but he quickly changed the topic: "What kind of food is there in the third district?"

...Mistake, is this the legendary, classic topic when dealing with people from the Eighth District?People in this place really love to eat, it was my mistake to overlook this beforehand.

I struggled a bit with my meager memory: "Uh... Piroshki counts?"

"Piroshki? Is that a pelmeni?" he asked.

I figured out what dumplings are, then nodded, and then corrected: "Actually, it doesn't count. If I insist on talking about it, it should be steamed buns, because its dough is fermented."

"So that's how it is." He acted suddenly enlightened, but I can assure you that he didn't quite understand - after confirming his eyes, this is a man who can't cook.

This person looks elegant, but he eats very quickly. I am still waiting for the third soup dumpling to cool down. He has already eaten a tray. Probably waiting for me to get bored, he ordered another plate of peanuts and ate them. Kill time.

After eating, this person obviously relaxed a lot. Seeing that I was eating slowly, he said with a smile, "Mr. Ning knew immediately that he is a person who doesn't like food."

I complimented him: "Because District [-] is a world of ice and snow, except for gingerbread and wine, there are not as many delicacies as District [-]."

"That's not the case." Fu Baixue shook his head, "Even if it's a country with a food desert, the local residents must have their favorite recipes—the kind of delicacies that can't help but smile when you mention them."

I was taken aback.

"Because food is something that carries emotions and memories."

The man put down his chopsticks and said to me seriously: "Every time I eat something familiar, I feel like reuniting with an old friend. I think this is a very happy thing."

I moved my lips and suddenly wanted to ask him, but what if I have no memory?

After all, the delicacy of food is partly from the senses and partly from the emotions. Sometimes human beings find something delicious not because of its amazing taste, but because it is covered with a filter of memory.

But once the memory is lost, no matter what kind of delicacies are put into the mouth, there will be no ripples in the heart, like a numb patient, so what should I do?

I am a man without a past.

My memory began more than a year ago, the moment I opened my eyes, on a deserted snowfield in the third district.I don't know the name, I don't know the origin, I only act according to the instinct of the body and the residual common sense.

It was Ivan who picked up me who was wandering in the third district at a loss, and gave me a small road sign.He is the small leader of a local armed organization, and he has reasonable authority and resources. After I have paid for my labor, he is willing to help me.

I have the obvious appearance of District [-], with pale skin, gray-blue eyes, and platinum hair. I can speak Common and Russian, and I can handle guns and daggers proficiently. drink strong alcohol.

For a long time, Ivan and I thought we were natives from District [-], until one day we passed a restaurant that played District [-] songs and I understood.

After we went back, we did a lot of tests and found that compared with the third district, I was obviously more familiar with the eighth district.

I can understand and accurately retell the dialects of many places in the eight districts, can write both traditional and simplified characters proficiently, and can sing pop songs in the eight districts—to be precise, I can sing popular songs in the eight districts more than ten years ago .

In order to determine whether this is an isolated case, I also tested several other large areas in the same way.But the result is not ideal.

Obviously, I'm from District Eight.It is speculated that I lived in the eighth district more than ten years ago, and then accidentally drifted to the third district, and lost all my past—human factors cannot be ruled out.

In order to find my forgotten past, after much consideration, I applied to Ivan to leave.

Ivan agreed, but in order to ensure that I would not betray the interests of their organization in the future, he asked me to do a latent task, and I could only leave after completing it.

In this way, no matter what I become in the future, as long as I want to sell my old club, they will have a way to backhand control me.After all, you are holding my pigtail in your hand, as long as you say that I am their second or fifth son, I will be finished.

But I don't have a choice.

After all, I'm a blank slate.In order to find a little connection with the world for myself, even a little bit is enough for me to go all out.

I subconsciously avoided this topic, and turned to casual chatting: "Boss and Mr. Fu seem to have a bad relationship, is it because of Mr. Wu?"

Anyway, they didn't shy away from me, so I just asked openly.

"Hmm..." Fu Baixue lowered her eyelashes and fiddled with the jade ring on his thumb, "It's not impossible to say——no."

Certainly not.

Although I was deceived by the witch merchant at the beginning, that guy used himself as a shield and tried his best to draw my attention in the direction of "the love and hatred between the three cadres", I was indeed confused, but Zhao Yao really didn't have a tacit understanding with him—even if the witch merchant mentioned Zhaoyao's sticky tone, Zhaoyao looked at him without any ambiguity, which was enough to overthrow the main premise of the previous conjecture.

Thinking about it, I think it's a bit funny. I don't know that when the witch merchant was acting, he met Zhaoyao, a wooden actor like Zhaoyao, but he was worried that I couldn't point it out directly. Did he feel very upset?

...Ah, I think I understand the reason why he scolded Zhaoyao when he had nothing to do these two days.

I asked abruptly, "Is it because of your 'old friend'?"

After a meal, Fu Baixue has already mentioned it twice, once to say that eating familiar food is like reuniting with old friends, and once to say that I have the same habit as his old friends - the reminder is so obvious, I don't care if I don't pay attention no,

"..." Fu Baixue didn't speak.

I tapped his jade finger again: "If the guess is correct, this finger is also a gift from the other party, right?"

Fu Baixue's fingers trembled, and she subconsciously put her hands into her sleeves.

I watched him quietly, thinking in my heart how much of his performance was fake and how much was real.

Thinking of Wu Shang’s rather retro pink coat, I picked up a cold steamed bun and put it in my mouth, and asked him vaguely:

"—Isn't the boss so angry because you and Mr. Wu divided up all the relics of the 'old man'?"

Next chapter: Where is the promised Yangchun Baixue②

"If you can complete the mission without injury this time, I will tell you something you want to know."

I asked blankly, "Is this agreement of any benefit to you?"

"It's no good."

"That……"

"It's just because you are always too hard on yourself for the mission, it's really worrying."

The author says:

At this time, I hate myself for not writing a stock buying article...