Red, a familiar yet dazzling red, Hua Xuanji maintained her fallen posture, tightly holding a piece of cloth and a small red bean in front of her eyes with both hands, and burst into tears.
Due to the fire overnight, half of the red bean was burnt black, but it still stayed strong.
At this moment, he was lying quietly in Hua Xuanji's hand.
The hand holding Hongdou was trembling. The fall just now caused all the wounds on Hua Xuanji's body to burst open. Yin Hong's blood seeped out through her inner clothes.
Hua Xuanji's eyes were dull and motionless.
"Xuanji." Seeing that Hua Xuanji had kept that movement, Yu Wuxia was startled, and ran to Hua Xuanji in three or two steps, and helped her up, but felt the warmth in her hands.
Looking down, he saw large swaths of blood staining his fingertips red.
"Xuanji. Your wound is open. Have you seen it? There is no Yehua here. Can we leave?" Yu Wuxia asked with concern for the little body in her arms that had gradually become cold.
Use the knife to cut piece by piece.
"Of course, you can." After a while, Hua Xuanji suddenly laughed stupidly, just like a child who got candy, smiling stupidly: "Let's go, let's go find Yehua. By the way.
,Wuxia, what do you think this is?" As she spoke, Hua Xuanji put her little hand in front of Yu Wuxia's eyes, and in her hand lay Yin Hong's beans.
"Wuxia, do you know?" Hua Xuanji laughed stupidly, looking at the beans in her hand with a longing expression and a greedy expression. "It just told me that Yehua is not dead, Ye
Hua is still waiting for me, let’s go rescue him, go rescue him!”
*****If possible, I really hope to give her a grand wedding. Under the sky full of peach blossoms, there will be only each other.
When the last bit of consciousness disappeared, Ye Hua was still thinking wildly like this. The pain in his body gradually made him regain consciousness. The feeling of being burned by the fire had slowly faded away, and there was even a feeling of coolness. There was even a feeling of coolness.
There is a hint of bamboo aroma reaching the nostrils.
It was accompanied by a deep voice that was difficult to distinguish between male and female.
"Ah Liang, go and get out the snow water buried under the peach blossom tree, and give some water to Xiao Zhi, Xiao Centipede, and Xiao Qing."
"Yes!" A gentle voice replied very softly, as soft as the white clouds in the sky, wrapping around him one after another.
His head was in a state of confusion, and Ye Hua had no idea where he was. All that was left in his head were scattered pieces, and he couldn't put them together no matter how hard he tried.
A question that he couldn't even believe rang in his head, "Who am I?"
He didn't dare to open his eyes rashly, so he had to wait until the soft voice slowly faded away before he dared to slowly open his eyes and looked around cautiously.
I couldn't stand up even if I wanted to, and my body felt like it was being bitten by thousands of bugs. It was so numb.
He had some strength on his body. Yehua stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes, only to find that his whole hand was tightly wrapped in white cloth.
He hurriedly stretched out his other hand, but found that it was still the same. He looked at himself carefully, but found that his whole body was tightly wrapped.
Close your eyes weakly.
A fire filled the sky suddenly appeared in his mind. A woman was writhing and struggling in the fire, but her face could not be seen clearly. Yehua was startled and sat up suddenly, only to realize that it was just a fantasy.
.
Ye Hua shook his head slightly until all those images disappeared, and then Ye Hua went to carefully look at the situation around him.
This is a rather spacious and antique hut. There are rows of bottles and cans by the window. The whole house seems to be made of bamboo, and it is filled with the faint fragrance of bamboo leaves from inside to outside. It is very pleasant to smell.
So uncomfortable.
The sound of footsteps came from outside the door again. Yehua wanted to pretend to sleep, but he couldn't do it in time, so he had to sit up straight and quietly wait for the man's arrival.
The person who came was a girl about seventeen or eighteen years old, holding a jar that did not fit her body shape. She had a small pink face that looked like she could squeeze out water, and her dark eyes had long butterfly wings.
Eyelashes are not particularly beautiful, but they add a sense of comfort to people looking at them. Especially a slight smile seems to be able to smile into people's hearts.
"Ahua, you're awake." Seeing Yehua wake up, the woman had an unspoken smile on her face, held up her skirt and ran to the door gracefully, saying warmly: "Master, Master, Ahua
Wake up, wake up.”
"Just wake up." The man with a heavy voice whose gender could not be identified wiped his hands and walked in. The first thing he entered was a fiery red dress. The red color made it difficult for Yehua to open his eyes and closed them for a long time.
The eyes just recovered.
When he could open his eyes, the face that caught his eye made Yehua choke for more than a second.
This is a very familiar face, as familiar as if the name is on the tip of my tongue, but my throat is astringent, but I can't say it out.
"Hey, Master, why is Ah Hua looking like this? Ah Hua, what's wrong with you, are you still having a fever?" The woman walked towards Ye Hua with a worried face, rolled up her sleeves and stretched out her white hands like Ye Hua's forehead.
Brush it away. That expression, that movement, as if you and Yehua are intimate lovers.
The sudden close contact made Yehua very uncomfortable. He quickly and calmly avoided the woman's jade-like hand, and said softly and coldly: "Um, may I ask, where is this, and who am I?"
Although he has lost his memory, Yehua still maintains his original style. He has built a thick protective film against people who cannot enter his heart, making it so cold that no one can enter his world.
"You, you don't remember?" The woman covered her mouth as if she was frightened, her eyes widened in disbelief, her face turned pale, she looked at Yehua for a while, then at the woman, and said in surprise:
"Master, what's going on?"
The woman didn't say anything, frowned slightly, stepped forward quickly, grabbed Yehua's wrist that was wrapped in layers of gauze without any explanation, stretched out her fingers and touched it back and forth, then went around to the back of Yehua and checked.
The movement behind his head was so fast that Yehua had no time to stop or dodge.
After a long time, the woman slowly moved away from Yehua and said to the seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl: "Ah Liang, don't worry, it may just be temporary amnesia. Master, go and boil some medicine for him. You can take the medicine you had before."
Tell him everything that happened and see if he can remember anything. Give me the water can and I'll feed them."
"Yes, okay, master." The woman pursed her lips and wiped the tears welling up in her dark eyes. She bent down and put the jug in her hand into the woman's hand.
And she sat down next to Ye Hua without any unfamiliarity, her slender fingers slowly attached to Ye Hua's cheek, and her eyes made people couldn't bear to look away.
"Ahua, have you really forgotten me? I am Ah Liang. You said you wanted to marry Ah Liang!"