"Today's New Year's Eve, why is Qin Shan locked in the house alone and can't come out?"
That night, Aunt Chun finally prepared a table of meals, but Qin Shan was alone in the house and did not come out to share with everyone.
Xi Chenshui said curiously: "Hey, Lao Pu, you went to the house during the day to see, is he really sick?"
"Sick, not very sick."
Pu Cunxi shook his head again and again, "There is no cure."
Liu Han's face darkened and he put down his chopsticks.
"What did you say!"
"Hey, no, I mean heart disease. The obsession in my heart can only be solved by myself, and others are at a loss." Pu Cunxi pointed out: "Everyone is like this, who is not?"
No one refuted this sentence. Qingtian wanted to see the master, but was stopped by Xi Chenshui.
"Let him stay by himself." Young Master Jingying drank a glass of wine and said, "So many things happened this year, it's better to leave him alone."
When the others heard the words, they suddenly felt that the taste in the wine was much less.
The Western Qiang people are approaching, the border gates are lost, and the martial arts are in danger. Who will have a good time this New Year
Obviously, it is not only these Central Plains people who have had a bad life.
"Let me out! Hey, let me out!"
Timur was kept in the woodshed for an unknown period of time. Not only did he not eat a meal when he was hungry, but he also froze overnight in the leaky woodshed. Thinking that as the direct son of the Turkic Khan, even if he was exchanged as a proton to Xiqiang, he had never suffered such grievances. In the hands of these Central Plains people, he suffered all kinds of hardships.
"Don't let me catch you! If I catch you, I will peel your skin, eat your flesh, and drink your blood!" Timur shouted fiercely, but his tone became weaker and weaker.
"Bastard Zhongyuan Pig, give me a bite to eat. Are you really going to starve me to death? Woohoo, little senior brother hasn't come to save me yet."
Just as the boy was so hungry and crying, there seemed to be a sound of something falling to the ground, which caught his attention. Timur looked up sharply and found that it was a hatchet, which fell not far from the door.
"… "
He looked up warily, suspecting it was a trap. However, the faint sound of people drinking and drinking happily outside the firewood room seemed to remind him that this was an opportunity.
Timur waited patiently for a while, making sure that the person who lost the hatchet would not come back, and that there was no one nearby, he carefully reached for the rusted hatchet with his lower body.
After a stick of incense time passed, a dirty little boy emerged from the woodshed with his head.
He carefully observed the movement around him and made sure that no one noticed him, so he ducked under the wall and prepared to climb over the wall.
The chance of freedom was just around the corner, Timur couldn't help thinking excitedly, when he escaped and called the army of Xiqiang, he must kill the people here without leaving a piece of armor.
"Okay, there really is a little thief."
However, the sudden voice of people shocked him and almost fell off the wall.
"He's right. The darker the night, the quieter the night, the more restless you people will be. You should be caught by me."
Was, was found? Timur turned back tremblingly, and when he saw who was coming, he was shocked again.
"Little Senior Brother!?"
What he saw was Yan Mobei, but he felt that this Yan Mobei was a little different.
Yan Mobei frowned at him, "You little thief, how dare you pretend to know me?"
Timur was stunned, "What's the matter with you, little brother? You were also caught? Hurry up and escape with me!" He stepped forward and was about to grab Yan Mobei's arm, but was thrown by someone open.
"Who is your little brother!" Yan Mobei said, "I'm a closed disciple of Master, when did he accept you, why don't I know. Still want to run away? Wait and see if I don't take you back to brother Meiren. ." After saying that, he stretched out his hand, trying to grab someone.
Timur screamed badly, this senior brother has a broken head, he can't talk to him!
He watched Yan Mobei stretch out his hand. He thought he had no way to escape, but it was strange that Yan Mobei didn't use much internal strength, and even with this strength, he could escape just by breaking free. Looking at Yan Mobei's appearance again, it seems that he didn't intend to release water. Could it be that he not only lost his mind, but also forgot how to use martial arts
Timur rolled his eyes and had an idea in his heart.
"I'm sorry, brother, as you said, as long as I can beat you, I can do whatever I want."
He smiled and used his inner strength to knock away Yan Mobei's hand, then grabbed Yan Mobei's collar and lifted him up. He thought about throwing people into the yard and attracting the attention of others, so that he could leave in the chaos.
Poor Yan Mobei, an eight-foot man, was seriously injured and lost his memory. He had a lot of skills, but was held in the hands of a boy with a scorpion. Seeing that he was about to be thrown away, Yan Mobei, who didn't remember martial arts, firmly grasped Timur's collar, so that the other party couldn't get rid of it for a while. There is a commotion here, and people will soon be attracted. In a hurry, Timur didn't care about anything else, so he gathered his energy in the palm of his hand and was about to hit Yan Mobei's chest hard!
"Amitabha!"
At the critical moment, Timur's palm was shaken by another palm, and he himself was pulled back half a foot away by force, and Yan Mobei in his hand also flew out.
"The donor kept shouting senior brother, but he was merciless when he fought with each other."
Wu Wu leaned out half of his body from the corner of the yard, and he was the one who just shot. He walked up to Timur and picked up the little boy.
"Smelly monk, I want you to take care of my brother and I!" Timur struggled, his hope of escaping was shattered in front of him, and he hated this man very much.
Wu Anu lifted him and said with a half-smile, "You are so vicious and vicious at a young age, I shouldn't let you grow up with such a calamity."
When Timur understood this sentence, he immediately fainted, and pretended to be pitiful in Wu Wu's hands: "Master, I am not yet ten years old, and you Han people always say that people have no faults, and they say that children have no faults. Bogey. I'm young and ignorant, so you can let me go. I know I'm wrong, I know I'm wrong."
Wu Wu looked at his face changed in an instant, helpless and speechless. He turned his head and bowed to a corner: "Donor Qin."
Qin Shan slowly walked out of a shadow, looked at Yan Mobei who fell into a coma in the courtyard again, and remained silent.
Seeing this without anger, he couldn't help but say, "Sister Qin, look carefully. He doesn't remember this kid, so it doesn't look like he's cheating. Can your temptation stop here?"
Qin Shan picked up the man and walked straight into the house, ignoring the monk.
The little monk was not discouraged, he just said behind him:
"The heart of a child is so precious. Don't be a benefactor."
When Yan Xiaobei woke up, she only felt stuffy and full of pain in her chest, so uncomfortable. He opened his eyes in confusion, and when he saw the face he liked in front of him, he couldn't help but smile.
"Brother Beauty, you saved me again."
Qin Shan looked at his silly face and asked, "Why do you say I saved you."
"Every time I'm in danger, I wake up and see my brother, you're treating me. I lost my memory. You gave me shelter and food, and you took care of me. Didn't you save me?" Yan Xiaobei Naive.
Qin Shan couldn't help but sneer: "You only see one side, but you don't know the other side. Maybe I caused you to lose your memory and hurt you twice and three times. It's the culprit. You repay your kindness like this, your master. I know, what should I say?"
Yan Xiaobei shook his head, "Master said that when you can't tell whether something is true or false, you can tell whether someone is good or bad for you, just look at one thing."
"What is it?"
"Result." Yan Xiaobei said: "No matter what the cause and process are, as long as you look at the result, you can always see a person's ultimate goal. Every time I get hurt, although I don't know the reason, it's you brother who is taking care of me. , heal me. Just look at this and you're good to me."
There are more than thousands of appearances of things, and it is more difficult to distinguish a reason from good or bad. However, the words of Yan Mobei, who had amnesia, were like a slap in the face, and Qin Shan woke up all of a sudden. He has been deceived too many times, and he has deceived people many times. Every time he deceives, he has a perfect cloak of goodness, which makes people unable to distinguish hypocrisy. And in the end, the truth will be known.
All things in the world are transformational forms, idealism remains unchanged, and everything remains unchanged.
Thinking about it this way, during the three years he was imprisoned in Wuminggu, he escaped the catastrophe of life and death and the catastrophe of the imperial court. Could it be that it was good? Could it be that Yan Mobei did this for his own sake? Qin Shan fell into a moment of loss.
"Brother, what's wrong with you?"
The person who lost his memory didn't know it, and he was shaking Qin Shan's arm like a straightforward child.
Qin Shan looked back at him, and after a long time, he said, "I hurt you, I pushed you off the cliff, and I want to die."
Yan Xiaobei was stunned, her eyes widened.
"But you also harmed me by leaving me imprisoned in the valley and seeing no light for three years."
Qin Shan looked at him, looking at Yan Xiaobei, whose IQ was less than eight years old.
"Do you think we've ever evened out? Knowing this, you really don't hate me?"
Yan Xiaobei was stunned for a moment, then asked with a smile, "Is that all in the past?"
"Um."
"If that's the case, then it's not under my control. I've lost my memory." Yan Xiaobei said, "I've known my brother since yesterday. You have only been good to me, not bad to me. So I will only remember your goodness. , won't remember your bad."
"...Why do you believe me so much?" Qin Shan asked.
Yan Xiaobei, who had always been refreshing, felt a little embarrassed when she heard this question. She lowered her head and said shyly, "I don't know why, but as soon as I opened my eyes and saw you, I liked you."
Just a glance, it will be forever.
Whether it was before or now, this is the only thing that has not changed.
Qin Shan sat in the same place for a long time, Yan Xiaobei sat with him for unknown reasons, Qin Shan didn't move, he didn't move either. After an unknown time, Yan Xiaobei noticed that the hand he had been holding gradually became warmer. Like the spring water that melted after the winter, surging again.
"My name is Qin Shan."
Commander Qin said to Yan Xiaobei:
"You remember."