"Try these clothes on." In the ward of Wei Garden, Yang Yu happily selected clothes for Di Cheng.
"Just any sweatshirt." Di Cheng picked up a white T-shirt.
Yang Yu grabbed it and said with a little pout, "That's not okay. We are on a date. We must wear matching clothes!"
Xiao Fanfan raised his little head, blinked his eyes, and said: "Uncle, aunt, you wear couple's shirts."
Yang Yu tapped Fanfan's little nose and taught, "You have to call me brother or sister!"
"Uncle, aunt!" The little girl was quite stubborn. She stuck out her tongue, ran behind Di Cheng, hid behind her legs, and repeated: "Aunt!"
"you……"
"Wear this." Di Cheng picked up a light pink shirt and paired it with navy blue trousers. It was both casual and individual, with a bit of stability, which was more in line with his personality.
"Huh? You have good taste. I didn't notice that you are quite good at matching clothes. Okay, that's it." Yang Yu looked around and was quite satisfied. She herself was wearing a sky blue slim dress, simple and fashionable, and Di
It matches very well.
"When will Mu Qiaoyun arrive?" Di Cheng took his clothes and walked into the screen in the corner. His body was no longer so weak, so he decided to go to the seaside today and check out the cargo ship 'Water Dragon' to find where he was before he fell into coma.
I feel like I might be able to remember what I started with.
"Maybe I'm changing clothes." Yang Yu took out his makeup box and put on some light makeup to make himself look more beautiful.
"How long does it take to get to Wenling, Taizhou from here?"
"It only takes two hours to get there by train. If we get to Wenzhou Pier, it will take about four hours in total. We expect to arrive before 1 p.m., which is when the Shuilong cargo ship docks."
"It's getting late, let's go." Di Cheng changed his clothes and walked out.
As the saying goes, a man relies on his clothes and his horse relies on his saddle. After changing his clothes, Di Cheng's temperament changed a lot. He lost his depth and authority and became sunny and free-spirited. Especially after he smiled, he became even more handsome.
Yang Yu's eyes lit up, and he hurried up to meet him, pulling him to stand in front of the floor-length mirror, snuggling tightly, and smiled sweetly: "Yeah! Not bad, they look like a couple."
Di Cheng looked at himself in the mirror and suddenly realized... that he was still very young!
"By the way, there is still something missing." Yang Yu snapped his fingers, took out a two-finger-long crystal box from under the table, fiddled with it carefully, and picked up a... thin one under Di Cheng's surprised gaze.
Leather mask! “That’s it.”
"mask?"
"Of course, you won't forget your identity, right? There are a lot of people chasing you now. Wearing it will make you feel safe. I bought this mask from the black market at a large price. It won't work if you stick it on your face.
If you feel any discomfort, it can completely change a person's appearance. From now on, unless we are alone, you will wear it. Don't worry, he is very handsome!"
Di Cheng pinched the leather mask and carefully put it on his face. It was soft, smooth and cool, as if he was washing his face with warm water. It felt very restrained.
"Don't move, I'll do it." Yang Yuzai carefully arranged it, using a small brush to smooth out the wrinkles bit by bit, and carefully trimmed the corners. Soon, the leather mask was completely attached to Di Cheng's face, and
Changed his appearance.
Fair-skinned, handsome and young, and somewhat elegant! It’s hard to imagine that a thin mask on the face can change a person’s appearance so completely.
"Uncle has become more handsome." Fanfan looked at Di Cheng curiously, unable to figure out what just happened.
Yang Yu took out glasses and put them on Di Cheng's face, and his temperament changed again - he looked like a gentle and handsome young man!
"Okay, perfect! Now you don't have to worry about being recognized by anyone." Yang Yu was quite satisfied with his masterpiece. He walked around Dicheng three or four times, nodding his head. With it, who can recognize this?
Is it Di Cheng?
"The time is up, let's..." Mu Qiaoyun walked in from the outside, dressed casually, and showed little beauty except for his style. However, he was a little distracted when he saw Di Cheng, who was tightly holding Yang Yu's arm. "This is...
…”
Yang Yu pinched Di Cheng's face: "A mask for self-protection. Everyone is here, let's go!"
At 1 o'clock in the afternoon, Di Cheng and his party arrived at the eastern Wenling pier after a nearly four-hour drive. As a famous import and export trade transfer station, the area around the pier was bustling with activity, with shops of all sizes, various hotels arranged one after another, and even more inside the pier.
It was a busy and noisy place, with people loading, unloading, inspecting, and recording. The workers and managers were busy under the scorching sun.
Dicheng stood on the deck of the cargo ship "Water Dragon", closed his eyes, opened his heart, and silently reflected on the sea breeze, looking for memories of the past.
Under Mu Qiaoyun's arrangement, most of the staff left. Except for the densely arranged containers on the large deck, only Yang Yu and others were left standing in the distance.
No one bothered him, no one accompanied him, and he was left alone with his space.
...huh...huh...
His breathing gradually became calmer and his mind gradually calmed down. Di Cheng breathed in the moist sea breeze and immersed his consciousness in the depths of his memory. He was silent for a long time, immersed in it for a long time, a long time... a long time...
"Take care, I'll wait for you at the headquarters!"
"Take care of yourself!"
"Alive!"
Suddenly, in the sea breeze, memory fragments emerged from the depths of my mind, heavy words swayed in my mind, and a sad atmosphere grew in my heart.
Take care? Stay alive? It’s a farewell, a farewell?!
Roar! A snow-white beast roars and runs! What is that? A lion?
"Sha Lang, let's go!! Live!!" A figure roared loudly, shooting into the sky, wild, shocking, powerful attack, the ferocious evil intention stirred up the forest.
Who is that? It seems to be me, Shalang? Who is Shalang?
The mountains and plains are filled with shouts of killing that shake the sky, there are clashes of weapons, collisions of limbs, and exchanges of artillery fire. Under the night, it is a Shura battlefield.
Blood is splattering, death is emerging, tragic and shocking!
The ferocious faces flashed in my mind, and the roars echoed in my ears, some were tragic, some were determined, some were unwilling, and even more desolate!
Two lines of tears rolled down, what are they? It's heartache, it's self-blame! Why do you feel this way? What happened there, and who was fighting with whom?
Di Cheng's body was trembling slightly, sweat appeared on his forehead, and his breathing began to become rapid. At this moment, the broken images were like a flood opening, strongly impacting his nerves, as if they were going to destroy him.
Unfortunately, the images came so violently that it was difficult to see them clearly, and they became increasingly confusing and rapid.
"Eh? He seems to be trembling. What's the matter, convulsions?" In the distance, Ah Xing quietly poked Ah Fu and muttered softly.
"Shut up!" Ah Fu glared at him fiercely.
"That's what it is. Will there be any problems?"
"Miss Mu, can you please keep this idiot away from me?" Yang Yu said with a bit of annoyance in his tone.
"Axing, you get off the boat first." Mu Qiaoyun was also helpless. If he had known about it, he would have arranged for someone else to carry the box.
Ah Xing smiled coquettishly, lowered his head and quickly retreated five meters away, not daring to say another word.
Di Cheng was still immersed in the torrent of memory fragments. He used to work hard to find memories, but now he couldn't control it. His brain that had just calmed down began to feel pain, as if a balloon was about to burst!
The scene in his memory suddenly froze. A ferocious, beast-like white-haired man suddenly appeared in front of him. The clenched iron fist blasted his head with energy like a mountain roar and a tsunami. His wild momentum made his blood seem to freeze.
Accompanied by a dull blast, the iron fist was fierce and powerful, and hit the head firmly!
The pupils suddenly dilated, and blood filled the eye sockets. The world was spinning and the earth was spinning, and it was thrown away feebly and fell heavily to the ground.
Bang! Di Cheng's body trembled, and he knelt heavily on the ground as if exhausted, breathing heavily, and the picture in his mind stopped at this moment!
"Qin Yun, what's wrong with you?" Yang Yu and others were startled and rushed forward quickly. Mu Qiaoyun subconsciously wanted to rush forward, but seeing Yang Yu's anxiety, he cleverly lagged half a step behind.
"Uncle, don't be afraid, be strong." Fanfan stroked Di Cheng's face with his chubby little hands, pursed his lips and encouraged him. His appearance was so cute and touching.
Di Cheng took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, closed his eyes and felt it quietly, trying to find useful information from the large number of memory fragments. But the strange thing was... except for vague roars and roars, he couldn't remember anything.
thing.
Everything is so blurry!
"Is your health okay?" Yang Yu helped Di Cheng up with concern.
"It's okay, I'm just a little dizzy." Di Cheng forced a smile.
"Maybe we are hungry. Let's go eat something first and come back in the evening. It will be quiet then." Looking at Di Cheng's pale face, Yang Yu felt a little distressed. This time... she really felt distressed.
"Okay, come back tonight." Di Cheng also knew that these things cannot be forced, not to mention that after the sudden change just now, his head hurt like tearing apart, and there was no point in staying.
Ah Fu and Ah Xing hurriedly opened the way and led everyone down the iron steps carefully, but in the panic, no one noticed that one person in his team had lost his trace.
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