The next day, when Mu Zhiming woke up, the sky was bright. He turned his head to look and found that Gu Heyan was not in the room. Mu Zhiming held his left hand on his forehead and slowly propped himself up, feeling that his reason had returned to his body and thumping angrily. his head.
The first thought that came to his mind after waking up was wanting to die, because his body was so uncomfortable, he had a splitting headache, and his stomach was churning even though there was nothing in it.
The second thought was that he still wanted to die, because he didn't remember what happened last night, and his last memory was to let Gu Heyan knock him out.
The third thought was that he still wanted to die. Although Mu Zhiming didn't remember what happened last night, he knew that he must be crazy.
When Mu Zhiming was twelve years old, he drank realgar wine at the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion banquet. When he woke up the next day, he found that he was covered in ink marks. Caiwei told him that he was drunk and copied his disciples like crazy yesterday. Rules, no one can stop it.
It's not written on paper, but on walls, tables, clothes, quilts, and vases. If you can't write it, he won't write it, and if you can't write it, you have to write it.
Since then, Mu Zhiming has rarely touched alcohol, and when he has to drink, he will never get drunk.
How could he know that he lost his composure after passing over and was still in front of Gu Heyan.
Mu Zhiming collapsed and held his head in his hands, trying to recall what happened last night, but no matter how hard he tried, his head was still empty.
Just as Mu Zhiming was wailing in his heart, the door was pushed open and Gu Heyan walked in.
Mu Zhiming was frightened, looked up, and met Gu Heyan's eyes. After a while, Gu Heyan looked away first. He walked to the bed and gently placed the thing in Mu Zhiming's hand.
It was a bowl of warm, sweet and glutinous millet porridge, which was what Mu Zhiming, who had a hangover and stomachache, needed most.
"Ah... Thank you." Mu Zhiming quickly thanked.
Gu Heyan nodded, his tone did not fluctuate: "Go ahead."
Mu Zhiming picked up the spoon and stirred the millet porridge lightly, and said embarrassingly: "Brother He, I was... drunk last night."
Gu Heyan: "Yes."
Mu Zhiming smiled awkwardly: "I didn't do anything out of the ordinary, right? I... don't remember all of it... "
Gu Heyan's eyes trembled slightly and asked, "Don't remember?"
"Yes, yes." Mu Zhiming looked at his face cautiously, "I've been like this since I was a child. When I was drunk, I went crazy with alcohol. When I woke up the next day, I couldn't remember anything. Did I scare you last night? I Did you do anything outrageous?"
Gu Heyan said softly, "No."
"I'm sorry." Mu Zhiming said, "You have to take care of me."
"If you don't eat the porridge again, it will be cold." Gu Heyan said.
"I'll suck it now." Mu Zhiming hurriedly lowered his head to suck the porridge. He observed Gu Heyan from the corner of his eyes. Seeing Gu Heyan's expression as usual, he didn't show any disgust or dislike towards himself. Really didn't go crazy, just fell asleep after getting drunk
After eating the porridge, Mu Zhiming felt a lot more comfortable in his stomach, and the two began to discuss the next itinerary.
Now all the questions that I want to understand have been answered. It stands to reason that they should return to the military camp immediately, but Mu Zhiming was thinking about one thing.
"Brother He, do you still remember the girl we met when we first came to the village?" Mu Zhiming asked.
"En." Gu Heyan nodded.
"She mentioned an old woman and said that this old woman is the only one in the village who knows why the big stone can protect the village from being plundered by aliens." Mu Zhiming said, "I want to meet her, I always think she knows something I want to know. thing."
Gu Heyan: "Then go see you."
The two first went to find the water girl they met that day. The girl enthusiastically told them that the old woman lived at the end of the village and was from a family named Feng. The two thanked them and left, and came to the end of the village. They saw an old ancestral hall surrounded by sandalwood incense and green smoke. Several children from the chief corner were playing and kicking stones in the open space in front.
Mu Zhiming rolled his eyes and stepped forward with a smile: "May I ask who of you know Granny Feng?"
A boy with pigtails raised his head: "Are you looking for my grandmother?"
"Grandma Feng is your grandmother?" Mu Zhiming's eyes fell on him, he squatted down and looked at the little boy with a gentle smile, "Can you show me her?"
"Okay." The boy nodded, and led Mu Zhiming and Gu Heyan to the loess house next to the ancient ancestral hall. Only when they reached the front of the courtyard, the little boy ran in with his feet scattered, "Father, mother, someone wants to see the ancestor. Grandma!"
The villagers in the village are very enthusiastic, and this family is no exception. After welcoming Mu Zhiming and Gu Heyan into the house, they asked about their intentions.
Mu Zhiming saluted and said, "I've been traveling here to collect customs, and I'm very interested in the paintings and calligraphy carved on the big rocks in the village. I heard that Granny Feng knew what it meant and came here to ask for advice."
"That's it." The host nodded and said with some embarrassment, "The old man is not feeling well today, and he has some headaches. He just rested. Why don't you two come back tomorrow afternoon."
"It's such a coincidence?" Mu Zhiming said regretfully, "Then visit again tomorrow."
Saying goodbye to this family, the two walked to the inn, silent all the way, and near the inn, Mu Zhiming couldn't help but say, "I didn't...did I go crazy last night?"
Gu Heyan glanced at him and saw his tangled expression, full of unknowing distress, so he said, "Climb up the city gate at the entrance of the village."
Mu Zhiming: "...What? City gate? I climbed up? Ah? How did I climb up?"
Gu Heyan shook his head.
Mu Zhiming felt helpless and funny: "Then how did I come down?"
Gu Heyan hesitated for a moment: "I carried you down."
Mu Zhiming was stunned, reacted and hurriedly bowed: "Thank you Brother He for your care."
Gu Heyan said softly, "It's nothing."
Mu Zhiming breathed a sigh of relief after knowing what he had done, but what followed was a little annoyance.
Why doesn't he remember anything? Isn't it a pity that Gu Heyan can't even remember what happened to him.
The two walked into the inn talking, but the moment they stepped into the inn, they each froze for a moment.
There was actually a diners in this small inn that had not welcomed anyone for a long time. The man looked like a swordsman, dressed in dark gray thick cotton-padded clothes, sitting by the window, and when he heard the sound, his eyes swept over, and there was some surprise in his eyes.
After all, the war has just ended, and this place is too close to Gouji. If it is an ordinary person, it is impossible to come to this remote small village.
The man's eyes turned around on Gu Heyan and Mu Zhiming, and he raised his brows slightly in surprise, but quickly withdrew his gaze nonchalantly.
However, Mu Zhiming was stunned when he saw his face. For fear that his eyes would reveal his mind, he looked at the ground in a panic, but he suddenly forgot to walk and stayed in place.
"What's wrong?" Gu Heyan asked in a low voice, sensing that something was wrong with him.
"It's okay, let's go up." Mu Zhiming smiled at Gu Heyan.
Gu Heyan didn't ask any more questions, he walked towards the second floor, Mu Zhiming followed behind him, his smile gradually subsided.
That man Mu Zhiming knew, his name was Xiao Ren, and he was Fu Yi's secret guard!
In the previous life, Mu Zhiming had a relationship with him. At that time, Mu Zhiming felt that this person regarded money as his life and was extremely greedy. He asked Fu Yi why he kept him as a secret guard. Fu Yi said: as long as he is given money, he will Get things done, save your mind.
Why is Xiao Ren appearing here now? Is it related to Fu Yi