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Chang Ming: Don't do this!I'm just a child!

Before dawn, Chang Ming noticed that his feet were cold. After dawdling for a while, he still woke up in a daze. When he was about to get up, he turned his head and saw the man falling asleep beside his bed.

He still remembered that when he woke up a few days ago, it was the same scene, the sky was dark, the sun had not yet risen, everything was quiet, only each other.

Xingzhu's aura distracted him for a while, Jiang Yuan was born with the instinct to rely on and love Xingzhu, as Xingzhu's aura drifted around, he couldn't help lowering his head to get close to Yijing, his nose moved Sniffing Yijing's breath, he forgot that his feet were cold, but rubbed his forehead against Yijing's hair.

He was stunned for a moment, and looked at Yijing in confusion——Yijing's forehead was burning hot, and his breathing was a little heavy.Chang Ming knew in his heart that this was not a good thing, but he couldn't tell what happened to Yijing, and he didn't know whose name to call—he didn't remember anyone's name, including himself.

Just when he was looking around at a loss, there was the sound of a rooster crowing in the distance, like the sound of heaven and earth awakening the sun and the moon. When he looked up again, he found that there was light through the window, and Yijing's side face was even brighter. clear.

Yijing woke up as usual, even though he was tired and top-heavy.He looked up and saw Chang Ming with a melancholy expression, and hurriedly got up and asked, "What's the matter? Are you cold from falling asleep?"

This action accidentally shook the cloak off his body. Before Chang Ming could answer, he reached out and grabbed the cloak, and put it back on Yijing in the blink of an eye. The temperature on his hand seemed to be scalding hot for a moment, he hurriedly said to Yijing: "Why is your forehead so hot?"

Hearing this, Yijing took two steps back subconsciously, stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, and he accidentally caught the wind and cold, and dared not pass it on to Changming, so he had to ask again with concern: "Did you get cold last night?"

Chang Ming shook his head, and suddenly realized that he should nod, but seeing Yijing's relieved look, he decided not to worry too much.

"Sleep for a while, cover the quilt, and I'll make you some breakfast." Yijing stretched out his hand to fasten the cloak on his body, and made more charcoal fire for Changming before going out.

Chang Ming looked at the small and cute buns in front of him, then raised his head and asked Yi Jing who handed him the bowl and chopsticks: "Aren't you going to eat?"

Yijing turned his head, covered his lips and coughed a few times before saying in a hoarse voice: "I still have something to do, you eat first, I will call Ting Yu to accompany you, okay? Go back to your room later, there are still some things here. cold."

Chang Ming thought that it was because it was colder here that Yijing fell ill, so he agreed without hesitation, and reluctantly looked back at the bed where he slept peacefully last night.

Yijing smiled gratifiedly, after going out, it happened that Xiao Tingyu brought Luqiu Eryang to check his pulse.

Luqiu Eryang looked up at Yijing who was suffering from a splitting headache, and said: "It's just a cold, I'm afraid you caught a cold last night, I will prescribe some medicine for you to relieve pain and fever, so you can rest well, and you will be fine tomorrow."

Yijing thought about it for a while, then nodded and agreed, and said: "Let Lan Mo temporarily take over Ningwu's military affairs. Today is the time to calculate the money, so don't delay."

"Yes, the next official should tell Commander Lan." Lu Qiu Eryang agreed while writing the prescription, thinking of the long-lost Seventh Battalion Commander, he couldn't help asking: "How is the Seventh Battalion Commander's family affairs? Is there any embarrassment?" ? He hasn't come back for a long time, and Qingxian misses him very much."

Grief flashed across Yijing's face for a moment, but he could only say that he didn't know, and suddenly remembered something, and asked, "I heard from elder brother, when you were in Miaojiang, sir, did you restore a person who lost all his memory?"

"It's true," Lu Qiueryang admitted without hesitation, "Of course that person is lucky."

"Sir, please come with me. No matter what you see for a while, you must not say anything, even Qingxian." Yijing's expression was as usual, but his face was a little bleak, but there was no response between his words. Although Lu Qiu Eryang didn't know the key to it, he nodded his head in agreement.

The two arrived at Yijing's backyard. They were about to go to Yijing's bedroom, but they heard a sudden sound, like the sound of something collapsing. Luqiu Eryang had no choice but to follow closely behind.

Yijing raised his hand and broke open the door of the study room. He saw the bookcases and ladders fallen in the corner and the book scraps all over the floor. Under the wind and cold, they staggered and fell to the side of the bookcases, and lifted them up. It seemed that he had also lost his breath and stopped his heartbeat, and his eyes were magnified with fear—fortunately, he saw the bookcase under the bookcase and looked at him carefully. Chang Ming, he was finally relieved, moved the corner of his mouth, He threw the bookcase aside, hurriedly hugged him, and asked him if he was hurt anywhere.

Unexpectedly, Chang Ming was so frightened that he wanted to break out of his embrace, and explained to Yi Jing incoherently: "I didn't mean it, I really listened to you and planned to go back to the room, I just wanted to bring a few books with me! Really! I didn't make trouble and I didn't do it on purpose!"

"Don't worry about that!" Yijing patted him on the back and comforted him in a low voice: "You're fine, it's more important than anything else..."

"You're not angry..." Chang Ming shrank his head, but still didn't dare to look up at him.

Yijing didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "There's nothing to be angry about, but next time, or ask me for help, what if it hits you?"

"No, I just blocked it..." Chang Ming said inexplicably, suddenly raised his eyes, passed Yijing, looked outside the door, and asked Yijing: "Who is that? It's also what I should do." Do you know anyone?"

Yijing turned around and saw Luqiu Eryang standing outside the door in a daze.

"Seventh Battalion Commander?!" Lu Qiu Eryang was unexpected, he could hardly distinguish his own voice.

Chang Ming just looked at him stupidly.

"The back of the head was seriously injured, and the congestion persisted, so it became like this." Lu Qiu Eryang's conclusion was exactly the same as that of other doctors. "It's not impossible to recover."

"Just?" Yijing asked with a frown.

"I'm sure, [-]%," Lu Qiu Eryang did not show any joy, but stared at Chang Ming with a frown, "but the head is so important, if it is [-]%, he will die in Jiuquan gone."

Yijing was not surprised, but his face was unspeakably bitter, his hands were clenched tightly, nails pierced through his palms, and blood fell to the ground. Lu Qiueryang had already turned his head away, not daring to look into his eyes. Chang Ming behind him was like Sitting in the same place for a long time with a thunderbolt from the blue sky, he finally cried out loudly.

"Do you want me to die?" He asked Yijing desperately, with tears in his eyes and his thin lips trembling slightly.

"No, I'm not..." Yijing didn't know what to say. He couldn't say "I won't let you die" to Changming, nor could he promise "I will die with you", It is even more impossible to tell a Changming who has lost all memory and is only a child-"I am the commander of Ningwu".

I am the commander of Ningwu, even if I like whoever I admire, I cannot accept life and death lightly.

"Only [-]%!" Chang Ming hugged his arm tightly, pleading with him in a vague cry: "Only [-]%! I really don't want to die, aren't you Xingzhu? Don't you like me? I can Go back to the house, I won't read any more, don't hate me, can't you let me die?"

Yijing couldn't answer any more, raised his hand several times, but lowered it weakly, not daring to touch him, let alone hug him.No one ever thought that the commander of the Seventh Battalion would cry and plead so brazenly. He has excellent martial arts skills and a proud nature. He has gone through wind, frost, snow and rain, and experienced a narrow escape. Until today, Yijing didn't know that Li Changming really had nothing.

Commander Ningwu couldn't live without the commander of the Seventh Battalion, and Sifu Luo Yijing couldn't lose Li Changming either. He wished he could dig out his heart, hold it in front of Changming, and say "don't cry" with the last of his strength.

But Chang Ming was already sobbing, his body was on the verge of falling, his tears flowed like a river, but his heart was like ashes. Yijing wanted to speak, but he could only keep silent. After many years of ups and downs in the officialdom, this sentence of deception was missing.

Luqiu Eryang sadly put away the medicine box, and said in a deep voice: "He is too weak now, it is impossible to dispel the congestion, and he needs to make up his body before he can start. It will take a long time."

"Sir," Yijing swallowed his sobs, and ordered: "Don't tell anyone, even Helian and Nanrong Xingcheng."

From then on, Changming refused to accept the water, and let Yijing persuade him in every possible way.

"If this continues, you will starve yourself to death!"

Chang Ming was seriously injured, so he couldn't stand the toss. After a day, he was already dizzy, but he still turned his head and didn't want to eat the hot porridge that Yijing fed him. Instead, he cried: "You want me to die, I don't want to eat , the recovery is slow, and I can see that doctor again later!"

"How can I have the heart for you to die..." Yijing was heartbroken, "Can you eat a little? Just a little?"

"Take it away! I won't eat it!" Chang Ming waved his hand resolutely, and overturned his job again, crying even worse, "I won't eat it, I won't eat it! I'm a doomed person."

Yijing finally waited until he was defeated, hugged him tightly in his arms, and wept together with him.

"No! I won't let you die! If you don't want to, don't restore any memory! Don't torture me anymore, I can't cheat you, let alone lose you one after another..."

Tears were boiling hot, falling on Chang Ming's tear-stained face, this feeling made him feel very familiar, as if in the past and present life, Yijing had hugged him and wept like this, that kind of deep-rooted affection always comforted him he.

Chang Ming stopped crying, stretched out his arms to hug Yi Jing, and fell asleep on his chest.

When he woke up, he felt a dull pain in his abdomen. Through the moonlight, he saw Yijing still lying on the bedside to accompany him, and couldn't help but move his fingers to caress Yijing's cheek, but he was frightened. He retracted his hand and made a lot of noise.

Only then did he remember that Yijing was still having a high fever. In the past few days, Yijing's thoughts had been on him, let alone taking medicine and resting.

Yijing seemed to be in a light sleep, and woke up after a little disturbance, and got up again to get busy.

"I'm going to heat up the porridge for you. You can drink some first, and then eat other things, okay? What do you want to eat?" Chang Ming couldn't see his face clearly, but he could hear his voice ecstatic, For some reason, it made him cry again.

He didn't know what kind of person he was before he lost his memory, but he definitely wasn't someone who washed his face with tears like this.

"I'm not hungry!" He reached out and tried to grab Yijing's sleeve, "Don't go, it's so cold outside."

"You haven't eaten for so long, how can you not be hungry!" Yijing said anxiously, "Hey, don't make trouble, I won't bring up those things again, and don't think about it anymore, eat some? I'll get it for you Heat up the porridge, wait for me here, don't run around!"

Before Chang Ming could say anything, he had already left the house in a hurry, and Chang Ming still wanted to chase him out, but Yijing didn't let him run around, so he could only wait anxiously in the room, wanting to knock on the door a few times, But he was afraid that Yijing would be unhappy when he came back, so he sat back on the bed angrily.

A pot of porridge was served, and Yijing filled a bowl for Chang Ming. Unexpectedly, Chang Ming scooped up a spoonful and put it in front of him, looking like he was going to feed him the porridge.

"You are..."

"Eat quickly!" Chang Ming stomped his feet anxiously.

Yijing was frightened by him, so he let him feed him. After taking two mouthfuls, he grabbed the spoon and fed him. Originally, Chang Ming was still restless, but he said something with a straight face, but he still behaved obediently. Sit down.

Chang Ming said that he would not let Yijing sleep beside the bed, he must go to sleep with him on the bed, and Yijing waved his hands in fright.

"If you sleep like this again, you won't be able to reduce your fever." Chang Ming said dissatisfied.

Yijing struggled and said, "I can go back to the study to sleep."

Yijing had been sleeping in the study, if it wasn't for the endless tossing with Li Changming in the past few days, why would it be here.

"Oh", Chang Ming belatedly agreed, and then asked in confusion, "Do you hate me so much?"

"Why did you say that?" Yijing felt that this was a great injustice.

"Then why did you run back to that study instead of sleeping with me? Didn't you say it was cold there?" Chang Ming said innocently.

Yijing breathed a sigh of relief and almost lost his breath, before sighing for a long time: "No matter what I say, I'm Xingzhu, don't tease me!"

"What do you mean I tease you?"

"Uh..." Yijing was at a loss for words for a while, and then explained after a while of embarrassment: "It's just that I have a cold, so I don't want to infect you."

"That's it."

The author has something to say:

About Lu Qiu Eryang's treatment of amnesia, he followed Yijing back to Jianhe Valley and told Helian Qingxian that he is an experienced driver!

In terms of Chang Ming's performance...uh...in fact, I want to say that it is human nature to be afraid of death, not to mention that he doesn't remember anything.