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It was several hours later when I woke up again.

At that time, the sky had changed, and the candles were burning brightly, but the people around me seemed to have never changed. Qiu Lianzheng also stood there without moving. When he saw me wake up, he was afraid of hearing anything again. With strange words, he asked cautiously: "Xiao Tang, do you still know who I am?"

Is it true that I'm burned out?

I stretched out my hand and tapped a finger on his forehead, as if tapping some restless soul.

"I don't know you, who else do I know? Master Qiu, you were so majestic last night."

Such a teasing and sarcastic tone, generally speaking, Qiu Lianzheng would have to sarcastically go back after hearing it.

But when Qiu Lianzheng heard it, he seemed to smell the familiar smell of the familiar formula from me for a while, so he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and corrected: "It was already the night before yesterday."

ah?I slept for two days?

Seeing me in a daze, he first handed me a glass of water and told me to drink it whole, then shook my hand vigilantly, and asked earnestly, "Do you remember who you are?"

I quickly withdrew my hand and slapped him lightly on the back of the palm: "I'm Tang Yue, who else could it be?"

Now it's not just Qiu Lianzheng, everyone including Xiao Changliang Wan breathed a sigh of relief, and then felt the pulse, felt the temperature of the forehead, but I looked around and saw everything that should be done. Of the people here, only one person was not seen.

What about Gao Youyou?

I looked at Qiu Lianzheng. Although Qiu Lianzheng was unwilling, he still replied blankly: "He visited you when you were unconscious, and then went out that night, and hasn't come back yet."

I wondered: "What is he going out for? You didn't stop him?"

Qiu Lianzheng just said indifferently: "He is neither my friend nor my enemy. Now that the matter is over, he is free to go wherever he wants, why should I stop him?"

I put away my worries, I think Gao Youyou is not going well for a while, and sometimes he goes out for a walk. With his habit of elusive, he may be listening to the corner of the roof on which roof.

It’s just that when I looked at the group of people surrounded by the crowd, my eyes were either concerned or intense, but combined with this situation and the environment, it gave me the illusion that I was placed in broad daylight to watch private affairs, so I had to cough : "To make you worry, I have had a fever for the past two days... mainly due to the wound on my chest and the residual poison. Now my chest feels better, please go back."

Of course I have to say that.

Otherwise, could it be said that although a certain character is not good at living, I was impaled for one night, and then the injury flared up and I became dizzy?

Xiao Chang nodded honestly, he believed what I said, and Liu Qixing hung on Zhong Yanzhen's shoulders, nodding and believing in reassurance, as for Liang Wan and Feng Bishu, they exchanged expressions, and they didn't speak to each other. He only asked a few words and went out.

On the other hand, A'Du, this man smiled and shook my hand while everyone was gone, and said: "I think he is different from Feng Bishu, he seems to have no experience in this field, you have to refuse appropriately, don't be too soft-hearted ..."

Unexpectedly, Qiu Lianzheng glared at these words, but A'Du smiled and said, "Since you are well, Feng Bishu and I can feel at ease."

I just said: "Speaking of Feng Bishu, his left hand...can you let Dr. Luo come and take a look?"

A'Du was silent for a moment, and said: "When your injuries are stable, I will set off... take him to see Doctor Luo."

When I thought of Feng Bishu's almost mutilated palm and almost completely ruptured tendon, I rarely fell into a bit of discomfort and regret. I just felt that it was not perfect, and my chest seemed to be pressed by some big stone.But A'Du seemed to see something, he patted my palm, and said with a smile: "What are you thinking? You have done a lot and done a lot, don't you want to be perfect? ​​Okay, hurry up Eat well, sleep well, and then fight with Qiu Lian and go whoring with each other."

Qiu Lianzheng glared at him again, but the man smiled back and walked away after laughing. Love gesture.

I was wondering, who taught him such an advanced heart-to-heart gesture?Did you realize it yourself?

As soon as he left, he closed the door with a bang, and Qiu Lian and I were left arguing and staring.

I watched Qiu Lianzheng, but Qiu Lianzheng stared at me very seriously, motionless, like a scanner staring at a document, like a microscope looking at a sample, he definitely refused to move his eyes.I asked, "What do you see me doing?"

Qiu Lianzheng said earnestly: "First, you are beautiful, and you can see it well."

Mao Maochou really has a guilty conscience in this wave, has he learned how to flatter people and praise people for their good looks?

I glared at him on purpose: "Don't be slick, don't think I'm doing this."

Then I raised my face, as if showing something from various angles, and asked, "What about the second one?"

Qiu Lian contended: "Second, I've always wanted to... who is Tang Xuantu?"

My face quickly sank like a sea stone.

"Don't mention that name again."

But Qiu Lianzheng said stubbornly: "I don't need to mention it, but you have to tell me first, is this your real name in the past?"

When I think about it, it might be true.

I have been visiting everywhere for the past eight years, but I have found nothing, but now I have recovered some memory fragments sporadically through a vague dream in a low-grade fever.

Am I the original owner?

Tired from the start?

Then when I was 15 years old, I lost my memory, so I thought I was just a 15-year-old boy?

But this dream may seem real or not, and many memories are not very clear. In retrospect, it is like a layer of clouds and mist separated by vast mountains and seas. Now I recall it, but it is difficult to recall more, I am afraid that some of them are mixed. Now imagine realistically, otherwise, in the end, how could I see Qiu Lianzheng floating on that river, and suddenly open his eyes and grab my hand like a horror movie?

One must know that Qiu Lianzheng was only a doll in his teens back then, how could he look like an adult in that dream?

Or, that person is very similar to Qiu Lianzheng?Am I wrong?

Just in case, I still asked Qiu Lianzheng: "Do you remember, did you go to the deep valley under the cliff eight years ago?"

Qiu Lianzheng asked suspiciously: "No, why are you asking this?"

I asked again: "Did you grow up alone? Or did you have relatives at home?"

Qiu Lian contended: "You haven't answered my question yet, why did you question me first?"

He was asking about Tang Xuantu.

How can such a bad name bring out the majesty of Tang Yue himself?

Wouldn't it be in vain to provoke a lot of ridicule if Qiu Lianzheng knew about his vicious mouth?

I said stubbornly: "This is the name of a fake identity that I have never used before. I was confused before, so I told you about it..."

Qiu Lianzheng didn't believe it, but he didn't bother to expose me at this time, and I didn't want to ask him too much at this moment.He went to refill the water in the glass for me, told me to drink some more, and then went to the next door to get some food.And because I woke up, he didn't see anything on the surface, his footsteps became more and more brisk and moving, and the boots slid on the ground, like musical notes jumping on the wooden board, flowing into an unusually cheerful black and white symphony.

I smiled and said nothing, I just felt that this person was sometimes as stubborn as a broken three rounds that couldn't be pulled back by nine cows, and sometimes he was playful and innocent like a child who couldn't grow up.

But when I wanted to get off the ground, I slammed on the brakes.

butt……

like……

I can't move.

Just stay in bed and stay still.

When Qiu Lian came over, he saw that I was so stiff that I wanted to go to the ground but didn't want to go to the ground. He thought I was afraid of the cold after a fever, so he brought the food over wisely. After waiting for a long time, I just opened my mouth and covered my hands. Nothing.

Qiu Lian raised his eyebrows: "Why don't you eat it? I brought it all."

"How is it enough to bring it over? You can feed me."

Qiu Lianzheng glared at me: "When did you become so coquettish?"

But this man still picks up the food honestly

Feed me bite by bite.

I wasn't used to being treated like this.

But he is the one who serves me.

Let the good-looking and disdainful Mao Maochou serve me, why not do it?

As a result, after Qiu Lianzheng finished feeding, he gently wiped my lips with his cold fingers. When I was touched by his hand, I felt that the anger attached to my mouth dissipated instantly. He looked left and right again, and saw that I had finished eating. From now on, when he lay down directly with his face on the bed, holding this strange posture, he would raise his brows, as if he had caught some unusual signal.

"The wound on your back...is it hurting?"

I frowned: "No, no."

After speaking, he shrunk into the cup, hating himself for not being transparent.

Qiu Lianzheng stared at me for a while, his sharp eyes seemed to penetrate me again.

"Stop pretending, stick your ass up."

I stared back at him in a daze, "What did you say?"

Qiu Lianzheng glared back at me: "When the wound hurts, you have to apply medicine. What are you thinking?"

Why do I think it's not because of you, you still have the nerve to stare at me?

I just imitated his yin and yang and laughed lightly: "It's just such a small wound, it's like a bee staring at it, not even a stinger is left, so I really don't need to bother you."

But Qiu Lianzheng asked back blankly: "If you really don't bother me, then you can try walking a few steps down the ground?"

……

fuck you!

Qiu Lianzheng was not talking, and went to get the ointment by himself. Although I really didn't want to cooperate, but this person was guarding the side like a door god, and it was hard to send him away.I had no choice but to lie obediently, and he first took a soft cushion to put on my stomach, which made the buttocks naturally arch like a curved bridge.

Then with his slender fingers, he took some from a blue and white porcelain plate and began to apply it to the wound. The plaster was soft and comfortable, and it really relieved a lot of pain.

I was a little embarrassed at first.

But think about it carefully, this is what he should do.

He is making up for his obligation afterwards, why am I embarrassed?

I looked at him: "Are you all right? You've been here for a long time."

I turned my head and stared at him, and he just said seriously: "After applying it, you need to spread it evenly, so that the wound can absorb the ointment faster. It can't be done overnight. Don't talk to distract me."

I was annoyed: "It's just a wound, it's too much trouble, I'll do it myself."

"Do you really want to come by yourself?"

"Of course you can do it yourself."

Qiu Lianzheng said indifferently: "I was going to give you a hammer to press your legs and feet after smoothing it out, or you can do it yourself?"

I immediately lay down obediently, and cooperated with a not-so-Jinjiang posture: "Hurry up, hurry up, finish painting and give me a massage."

Qiu Lianzheng chuckled, as if he was planning a big move and was waiting for me to parry it.

But soon I stopped laughing.

Because I soon saw what his so-called hammering legs and feet were.

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La la la la la ~ late sleeping birds have something to eat ~