"Let's go and have a look too!" Before Chu Tianjiao finished speaking, He Lanji had already hugged her and flew up, flying into the hall through the window on the nine-story tower.
On the top of the hall, a huge luminous bead illuminated the entire hall softly. The candlelight on several exquisite gold candlesticks on the wall was also swaying slightly, reflecting a bit of warmth.
On the wall, the murals are still the same, with bright colors and lifelike colors. They are painted on the wedding night, just as Chu Tianjiao imagined, the groom is He Lanji and the bride is her.
They didn't have the intention to look at the luxurious yet exquisite decorations around them. The two of them fixed their eyes on Yuantong who climbed up from the long rug, and they breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
"Senior Yuan, are you okay?!" Chu Tianjiao took two steps forward and asked Yuantong as he climbed up from the ground with a smile.
Hearing her voice, Yuantong raised his face in a panic, parted his hair, and quickly swept his eyes across the two of them. A pair of clear eyes showed chaos and confusion, "Who are you, you..." He
Pointing at He Lanji with a trembling finger, "Your eyes, you... you still have wings, ah, you monster!"
As he spoke, he turned around suddenly and hid behind a screen in the room.
Look at the half of his butt that is exposed outside the screen. Not to mention Chu Tianjiao, even He Lanji has a strange look on his face.
But Yuantong was still trembling behind the screen, muttering in a low voice, "God bless, God bless, he can't see me, he can't see me!"
Looking at the tattered robe exposed behind the screen, Chu Tianjiao couldn't help frowning. She walked up to the screen and said in a teasing tone, "Senior Yuan, playing amnesia is boring. Even if I admit that your acting skills are good, you almost deceived me.
Yes, but what’s the point of this?!”
"Senior Yuan?!" Yuantong carefully poked his face out from behind the screen, raised a finger and pointed at his nose, "Is that my name?!"
Outside, there was a rapid sound of footsteps, and Yue Qinghua and others rushed in. When Yuantong Yue Qinghua saw worry in his eyes, he immediately walked towards him with a smile.
Seeing the sudden influx of people, the fear in Yuantong's eyes grew stronger. He threw away Yue Qinghua's palm and stretched out his hand. He got out of the screen again and said, "Don't come over, don't come over!"
"Master, what are you doing?!" Yue Qinghua asked puzzledly, extending his palm to Yuantong again.
"I don't know you, don't touch me, you white-haired monster!" Yuantong muttered, and shook off his palm again. His voice was obviously timid, "White hair, pink eyes, and purple
If your eyes have wings, you must all be monsters..."
"Master?!" Yue Qinghua reluctantly tried to help him.
"Qinghua!" Chu Tianjiao raised his arm to stop the concerned Yue Qinghua, with a serious look on his face, "Your master seems to have lost his memory!"
At first, she thought this unruly old naughty boy was up to something, but when she heard Yuantong calling Tsinghua University a "white-haired monster", Chu Tianjiao was finally convinced that Yuantong had really lost his memory.
Otherwise, he would never have used such a hurtful name as "white-haired monster" to call his most beloved disciple Yue Qinghua.
"Amnesia?!" Yue Qinghua's pink eyes showed a sad look, "You mean, master, he doesn't remember me? How is this possible! Wasn't everything fine just now..."