Undying Patient (Qw) Book 1

Chapter 22: Amnesia general love old 10

Su Jinzhi: ""

Su Jinzhi was covering her chest, staring as she coughed up blood, and her face was irreplaceable.

In Yun Mengchen's memory, Huaqi Lou, the landlord, Hua Wuyan, Chongluo 's former prince 's son has always been a quiet person. In the day, the world only saw his gorgeous flesh, but he could n't see him. Mourning painful blood bones at night.

But even if he saw it, he was still exempt.

Like everyone in the world who admires youth, he also wants to hold the temperature of his whole body in the palm of his hand and send it to the youth, to dispel the loneliness that surrounds him all the time.

It's just that he already has someone he loves.

auzw.com If this is not the case, Yun Mengchen feels that he will surely take him away from this troubled world, and put it in the palm of his hand like a treasure to take care of it.

But many times, Yun Mengchen still prays in his heart badly and silently, hoping that the person such as the youth will never return. Su Jinzhi refuses to come out of this red dust, then he will accompany him to fall into the red dust.

But this dream did not last long.

Sooner or later, the dream will wake up, and the lie will be broken one day.

Yunmeng thought for a moment, but as soon as his thoughts reached here, he heard a nearly hoarse laughter from the floor. This sound passed through the wooden door corridor several times before passing into his ears, but he still could hear it. Who is the owner of this voice.

His pupils shrank, and he hurried to Mudan Pavilion, hurriedly following him.

"Jinzhi!"

Feng Jiuli was standing outside the door, listening to the sound of the man in the room as if he smiled or cried, and paced whether he wanted to go in or not, and saw his brother Yun Mengchen's anxious face, shouting at the man The word came from downstairs.

Feng Jiuli laughed lowly and turned to leave, but was suddenly dragged by Yun Mengchen's collar, listening to him shouting, "Feng Jiuli!"

"Brother." Feng Jiuli raised his eyes, looking back at him lightly. "Are you doing anything?"

Yun Mengchen listened to the joy of breaking into the house, panicking and called Su Jinzhi's name, closed his eyes and relaxed his hand, and turned into the house without saying a word.

Feng Jiuli closed his messed-up collar with his eyes closed, and then raised his eyes to look at the room, the dark bottom of his eyes rose up, like a dense netting.

"Jun is a long pleasure, like silk and satin, beautiful and beautiful." He whispered the youth's name repeatedly, paused and said, "Wu Yan is my Wu Yan today, but Jin Zhi doesn't know who it is. Of it. "

The twilight was getting thicker, the stars were sparse, and the long street outside the building was still hustle and bustle.

Yun Mengchen settled down on the edge of the bed to apply Su Jinzhi's needle, and looked at the peony at the right clavicle of the young man with a burst of blood due to pain, and then slowly withered after pulling the needle. After a short journey, he returned to God, and quickly pulled the young man's open shirt lightly, and quilted the quilt for him. Then he got up and packed his medicine.

Xi Lehong quickly dipped the wet par to wipe the cold sweat of the youth on the bed, and couldn't help wiping the tears: "Who is this, who is the one who provokes it? It just took a few days for the flesh to lose weight."

Yun Mengchen spit out the muddy gas that he had been sulking in his chest, got up and opened the window where he was afraid of freezing to the youth because of applying a needle, and looked at the sun that would sink outside, and when he had just tied the window screen, he heard the young man on the bed. He was calling the man 's name again: "Ashan Ashan"

Listening to his slang, Yun Mengchen stiffened.

Joy cried even worse, lying on the bed and said, "Don't think about him, son."

Yun Mengchen was upset and annoyed by his crying and whispered, "Don't cry, disturb Jin's rest."

Xi Yue quickly cried, pouting and whispering: "I don't know who is the son that Ashan has been reading for so many years, how could he be willing to make the son so sad?" Talking, joy could not help crying again, "The son It 's so good, but I 'm so weak, and I do n't know how many years Yun Shenyi can survive! Yun Shenyi! You must save the son, only you can save the son! Wow! "

Yun Mengchen looked at the joy of kneeling to his side, and frowned, "I will of course save him, you get up first."

Joy got his assurance, wiped his tears and stood up from the ground: "Then joy goes to cook the son first!"

After the joy left, Yun Mengchen glanced into the bed, as if the young man who had reached the end of his life was faint, red eyes. He quickly blinked twice to relieve the soreness in his eyes, and turned to continue to look at the Peach Blossom Street that stretched ten miles outside the window.

The color of the spring on the long street is just right, but the life of the youth is like a little redness at the end of the spring, trembling.

Of course he would save him, how could he not save him? But how does he save him?

After all, no matter how good the color of spring is, sooner or later, it will be buried in winter snow.