Fu Ling hugged Chu Qing and slept all night. When she woke up the next day, the pain in her leg last night had completely subsided, but Fu Ling was still worried. Coupled with Chu Qing's words last night, she felt that Extremely excited, he decided to go out to hunt some game to give Chu Qing a change of taste.
"Be careful." Chu Qing looked at Fu Ling's back as she prepared to pack, and said worriedly, "Be careful of poisonous snakes! Don't let me save you again!"
"I know! Just wait at home and wait for me to come back! Nagging..." Fuling walked out of the door without looking back. She responded from afar, waved her hand and disappeared from Chu Qing's sight.
After Fu Ling went out, Chu Qing was the only one left at home. His legs were not intact and it was inconvenient to go anywhere. He stayed alone for a while and felt really bored, so he pushed his wheelchair to the desk. .
There was paper and pen on the table, and Chu Qing had nothing to do, so he simply sat in front of the desk, sharpened his ink, and picked up the pen to write silently the ancient poems he had memorized.
Chu Qing had also practiced calligraphy before and was good at writing. It's just that he hasn't practiced for a long time, so he is inevitably a little rusty, but he soon regained his original state, and the ancient poems in his mind kept popping up one sentence after another.
But as he wrote, Chu Qing felt some unfamiliar images flickering in front of his eyes. He felt his head swelling and sinking, as if something wanted to spurt out but couldn't.
He shook his head, feeling a little excited in his heart. He intuitively felt that the blocked things were his memories. He wanted to remember the past, he wanted to know the past between him and Fuling, he...
"Ah!" Chu Qing struggled to touch the memory, but suddenly felt a sharp pain, as if someone had stabbed a nail into his scalp.
The more he tried to recall something, the more his head hurt. He couldn't help but scream in pain and wanted to give up. But the memories were clearly close at hand, and he even began to see blurry pictures. He couldn't give up!
A sharp sting hit the depths of Chu Qing's mind, making his whole soul tremble. There were messy fragments floating through his mind, but when he wanted to see more clearly, these fragments disappeared again.
As soon as his hand loosened, he could no longer hold the pen in his hand. With a "clang", the pen fell to the ground. Because both hands were holding his head, Chu Qing's body weight moved forward and he fell directly to the ground.
When Fuling happily walked into the house with a hare and two pheasants in her hands, she saw Chu Qing falling in front of the wheel, curling up, holding his head in pain with both hands, and kept making painful noises in his mouth. Roar.
"Chu Qing! Chu Qing, what's wrong with you!" Fu Ling was so frightened that she dropped the prey in her hand to the ground, hurriedly ran forward to help him up from the ground, and leaned over to take a closer look.
"Fu Ling, I, I hurt... My head hurts..." Chu Qing heard the voice of Fu Ling, and his heart calmed down inexplicably, but almost all his attention was focused on memories, and he could only express his feelings subconsciously. .
Fu Ling suddenly panicked and said anxiously: "Why do you have a headache? Did you open the window to let in the wind again?" She grabbed Chu Qing's wrist and took his pulse, but there was nothing abnormal about Chu Qing's pulse.
The pain in his mind eased slightly, and Chu Qing could finally endure the pain without concentrating on it. He tried to organize his thoughts and gasped: "No, I... I seem to be remembering something, but the memory is very vague and numerous. I can't see clearly, and I can't grasp it... Poria, I really want to recall the past. "
After listening to Chu Qing's intermittent answers, Fu Ling's heart slowly sank. She held Chu Qing's hand and said nothing. She knew in her heart that the reason why Chu Qing had an unbearable headache was because his memory was slowly recovering.