Love doesn't know where to start, it goes deep.
Yan Mobei sometimes thinks back on it, and doesn't even remember when he stepped into this whirlpool.
His first memory of Qin Shan was on a cold winter day. Lying on the warm boulder for a rest, I heard only the sound of horse hooves approaching, accompanied by the hooting of horsemen and the sound of the wind.
At that time, Yan Mobei went down the mountain to approach Qin Shan.
He was supposed to spy, disguise, and approach cautiously as planned.
However, at that moment, I don't know why, and I didn't even know who was coming. When Yan Mobei heard the only fast horse on the trail, Yan Mobei looked up mysteriously.
Then, he saw the horseman, and also saw the pair of black eyes that seemed to hide the huge world.
At this sight, it is doomed.
At this moment, it was too fast.
And everything after that was caught off guard, beyond Yan Mobei's control. Many times, Yan Mobei would think, if he could go back in time, would he still choose to set up the Shaolin Temple game and imprison people back to the Unnamed Valley
I have asked myself countless times, but the answer has never changed.
meeting.
Even if Qin Shan knew that Qin Shan would hate him later, and the relationship between the two fell to a freezing point, Yan Mobei would still do that. Because being able to put this person under his wings was really a temptation that he couldn't resist. It was also because the situation at that time forced him to do so, so that he could protect Qin Shan comprehensively.
However, if God can give him another choice.
He also hoped that he would not meet with each other, guarding this person from beginning to end, protecting him comprehensively, and letting him fly. Be willing to be the most loyal eagle dog by his side.
But fate often leaves no room for people.
…
Outside the door, people in half the city are jumping up and down for a secret book, but inside the door is as quiet as another world.
Today is New Year's Eve, Aunt Chun is busy preparing a sumptuous dinner for seven or eight people, and even Mingyue and Qingtian are pulled over to fight. For this reason, Qingtian complained more than once.
"If it weren't for so many freelancers, Aunt Chun wouldn't be so busy."
Among the people who ate free food, Pu Cunxi and Xi Chenshui continued to play the game, cheekily pretending they didn't hear it. What's more, people like Liu Han came up with a shy face and said, "Auntie is busy, and it's inconvenient for outsiders to work, why don't you let me help?"
He has completely removed himself from the ranks of free food and outsiders.
Xi Chenshui turned over and sat up, dissatisfied: "Who is free, you just don't know what the young master does, that's a hard work! And who else, your demon sect is being chased and killed outside, you don't care if you belong. Come to us next time, is it alright?"
Liu Han smiled and said, "I have my own measure. As for Mr. Xi, you claim that you have worked hard and made great achievements. You might as well say them one by one, so that we can analyze the credit for you."
Just as Xi Chenshui was about to open his mouth, he suddenly remembered that what he had done was shameful, and Qin Shan especially ordered not to leak it out, and he slumped again.
Pu Cunxi gloated and said: "He can't say, I'm fine. Qin Shan asked me to prepare various prescriptions, and also asked me to see a doctor for that little girl. I have done my duty one by one, which is enough to prove that I am not only Can't eat."
Xi Chenshui hummed: "Just your broken medicine..."
"What's wrong with the broken medicine, don't eat it if you have one!"
Liu Han clasped his fists aside, watching them fight with interest.
Just as these people were justifying their names, the owner of this room, Qin Shan, came back to the house, and behind him was a young monk with a light ladle. When they saw the monk coming in, everyone turned their attention to him.
Yup! When it comes to eating free food and getting something for nothing, who can compare to this little bald donkey here
Facing the eyes of everyone, he heard the reason from outside the door without anger, smiled slightly, and said: "The little monk saves all sentient beings outside, the wind and rain do not stop, day and night. Disputes, discussing the reasons for the origin, are just two words: fame and fortune. Famous and good, only create demonic obstacles. But I don’t know, Bodhi has no trees, and a bright mirror is not a stage.
"Amitabha."
This little bald donkey has a good mouth! He was stunned by what several people said, as if he was arguing, but a mortal idiot was beaten by this monk.
"Bustle and bustle, benefits come and go." Pu Cunxi said in a daze, "But even if you understand it again, who can escape this cause and effect?"
Qin Shan, who didn't speak from the beginning to the end, also pondered. What was originally a joke of sneering and laughing at each other, because of the intervention of the little monk, turned into a self-reflection on Taoism. The culprit stepped aside, smiling silently.
"Master." Qingtian ran over at this time and handed a medicine pot.
"Your medicine."
Liu Han woke up and asked, "Senior brother is ill?"
"It's just wind and cold."
Qin Shan took the medicine pot and went to his room. Liu Han tried to follow, but was stopped by Xi Chenshui.
"Hey, how old are you when you can't be separated from your mother or what? Senior brother and senior brother all day long, you haven't weaned yet, Master Liu?"
Liu Han replied sarcastically: "Even if I haven't weaned, that's my own brother. It's you, the people from Wanren Villa are in the city. If you go out and see Wan Chengxuan, don't hide in me all day long. Brother, this is a sullen tortoise."
The two of them didn't talk speculatively, and they fought again. For a while, there was a smog in the courtyard, and no one was going to care about Qin Shan anymore.
Ignoring the noise behind him, Qin Shan walked into the backyard. There was only one room in the backyard, which was his residence. This room is not big, with only two rooms inside and outside. He took off the big fur and hung it in the outer room, holding the medicine pot and entered the inner room.
In the inner room, the charcoal fire warms the inside of the house. Qin Shan rubbed his cold fingertips and walked into the bed.
There was a man lying on the bed, a very handsome man. The man's face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and he seemed to be seriously injured and looked a little weak. And Qin Shan knew that when this person opened his eyes to look at people, he was not weak at all, only arrogant and arrogant.
Yan Mobei.
His character is just like his name, with the desolation of the desert, the desolation, and never let people guess what he will do next.
Qin Shan stood by the bed for a while before picking up the bowl full of medicine and preparing to feed the man. However, just as he stretched out his hand, someone suddenly grabbed his wrist. The man who had been sleeping on the bed for a whole night suddenly opened his eyes and looked straight at Qin Shan like a hook.
His eyes are deeper than those of ordinary people in the Central Plains, and when he is focused on looking at people, he has a feeling of unprovoked affection.
Qin Shan paused, guessing what this person would say in the first sentence.
However, after waiting for a long time, he saw that the man's sharp gaze gradually became blank, and Xiao Su's expression softened to spring water.
After a while, the man on the bed opened his mouth and said timidly:
"Where am I?"
"Big brother."
There was thunder on the ground, and Qin Shan couldn't hold the bowl in his hand.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Yan Mobei spoke again, as if afraid that the stimulation wasn't enough, this time with a coquettish tone like a child, "Where's Master, am I injured? Are you giving me medicine?" He Saying that, he leaned forward and smelled it, showing a look of disgust.
"It's too bitter, don't eat it. I want candy!"
Qin Shan finally regained his senses. Looking at the young man who seemed to be demented in front of him, after a while, he tentatively said, "This is a delicious medicine, and it's not that bitter."
Yan Mobei looked at him with a look that you are deceiving.
"Obviously all medicines are bitter! Big brother, you are treating me like a child. Master said that I am not a child anymore when I am seven years old."
Qin Shan: …
Qin Shan staggered a few steps, pushed open the door and walked out: "Pu Cunxi!"
From the front yard, there was a response from Master Pu Gu, "Why do you pull Commander Qin? Could it be that the cold is aggravating and you are dizzy?"
Qin Shan looked back at Yan Mobei, who had a childish expression on the bed.
dizzy? He simply suspected that he was hallucinating.
…
"It's not dementia, it's amnesia." After a long time, Pu Cunxi felt his pulse and said, "Maybe he hit his head when he fell off the cliff. Now he regards himself as a child at a young age and seems to have forgotten all about the past. already."
Yan Mobei sat on the bed and looked at the two of them curiously.
Qin Shan had a headache and said, "Is there any help?"
"Some people have had this kind of symptoms before. Usually, it will recover naturally after the blood in the skull has melted away... It has been like this all my life." Pu Cunxi looked at Yan Mobei with pity, "Then you can only stay stupid forever. ."
"Old man." Yan Mobei looked back at him and said sarcastically, "I just have amnesia, not dementia. You are not good at medical skills, so don't shirk it at will!"
Pu Cunxi: "..." Looking back at Qin Shan, "Are you sure he has lost his memory?"
"I have no idea."
Qin Shan looked at this different Yan Mobei with deep eyes.
Noticing his sight, Yan Mobei turned his head and smiled sweetly at him: "Brother Beauty." He came over and said aggrieved: "This stinky old man said I was stupid, Beibei is not stupid, I recognize it you."
Qin Shan was sure that even a normal Yan Mobei would not normally talk to him like this. Now a big man, talking to him like this, Commander Qin, who has seen the wind and waves, really can't accept it. As for whether this Yan Mobei is really amnesia and fake amnesia, really stupid or fake...
He pondered and said, "Do you know who I am?"
"I know." Yan Mobei said, "You gave me medicine and hired a doctor for me—although unfortunately I found a quack doctor." Here, he glanced at Pu Cunxi, who had a pale face, "But I have nothing to do with me. , I have nothing, my brother is doing this for me, he must be really good to me. Master said that people who are sincere to themselves should be treated well."
Yan Mobei vowed: "Brother is so good to me, when I recover, I will be a hundred times better to you."
He showed a childlike smile without haze.