Mr. Feng Shui of the Republic of China

This is why Peng Tian opposed the use of banned drugs.

With the gradual awakening of the original memory, the collision of the two memories will bring a huge load to the drug user. Over time, the drug user will have memory confusion and behave like crazy.

When she just finished the retreat, her mind was still not clear, so she believed Fan Jin's words.

After thinking about it carefully, he found something was wrong. There was a curtain blocking the view where Fan Jin was standing, and he couldn't see the moves Peng Tian was practicing.

Fan Jin kept saying that he came to steal the teacher because of his obsession, but he was full of lies.

He simply came to steal the forbidden medicine, and the warm jade in his hand was just a cover-up to avoid interrogation.

After figuring this out, Peng Tian summoned Sun Ya and compared the two before realizing something was wrong.

Peng Tian hurried over without hesitation, but he was a step too late.

Xia Jingsheng looked at the woman with a cold expression in front of him, and silently hid behind Fan Jin.

Now he is completely unfamiliar with the whole world, like a blank sheet of paper, allowing people to scribble on it.

Fan Jin had never seen Xia Jingsheng so defenseless, and tried his best to suppress his inner excitement: "I know that Master has a kind heart, but I also consider the overall situation."

Peng Tian raised his eyes abruptly, facing Fan Jin's indifferent eyes.

The overall situation is the most important thing, this is what Peng Tian once taught Fan Jin, and now Fan Jin reminds her in turn.

In terms of numbers, it would be worthwhile to exchange the life of one Xia Jingsheng for the lives of hundreds of Miao people.

This is Fan Jin's so-called overall situation.

"Besides, the medicine has been taken for a while now, and it's working. If he doesn't remake his memory, it won't work..." Fan Jin tried his best to explain.

He is full of the benefits and significance of doing this, but he does not mention his evil deeds of disregarding people's wishes and arbitrarily arbitrarily advocating.

Peng Tian's teeth were cold, but there was nothing he could do.

There is no cure for the forbidden medicine so far, Xia Jingsheng has taken it, and there is no room for maneuver.

"Mr. Xia..." she called out hesitantly.

Xia Jingsheng didn't respond to this address at all.

Fan Jin smiled and said, "Tell Master, what's your name?"

Xia Jingsheng: "Long Chi."

The moment he heard this name, Peng Tian knew that it was too late.

She let out a long sigh: "Forget it, from now on Xia...Long Chi, I will follow you, you have to teach him well."

Fan Jin had a wish-fulfilling smile on his lips: "Your apprentice must do his best."

Xia Jingsheng was taken to the residence, he looked at the furnishings in the room, his eyes were full of bewilderment.

Fan Jin helped him to sit down, and asked softly, "You have been living here before, do you have any impression?"

Xia Jingsheng desperately recalled, but his mind went blank.

He shook his head in frustration: "Can't remember."

"That's all." Fan Jin said gently, "Let's take our time."

In addition to the residence, Fan Jin also took Xia Jingsheng to and from various places in the Miao Village.

The life of the Miao Village is still in a state of self-sufficiency and intensive farming. On weekdays, the Miao people have to go to the fields to work.

Xia Jingsheng followed Fan Jin to the field stalk, and Fan Jin picked up the hoe: "Come on, I'll teach you."

Xia Jingsheng held the hoe and imitated Fan Jin's movements.

The muscles seemed to have memory, Xia Jingsheng lifted the hoe with ease, and his movements were crisp and neat, which attracted the praise of the Miao people around him.

Seeing that his movements are skillful and effortless, everyone stepped forward to ask for advice.

Xia Jingsheng demonstrated patiently, occasionally looking up at Fan Jin.

Fan Jin: ...

"Is that so?" Seeing that Fan Jin was silent, Xia Jingsheng asked suspiciously.

"Yes, you've done a good job." Fan Jin originally thought that Xia Jingsheng must be a pampered son when he was born in the city, but he didn't expect him to be so good at farming.

Afterwards, everything refreshed Fan Jin's cognition.

For example, carrying water, Xia Jingsheng calmly picked up the bucket, carrying two large buckets of water, but his steps were extraordinarily steady.

Another example is chopping firewood, when Xia Jingsheng raised his knife and dropped it, the firewood was split into two even parts.

Everything surprised Fan Jin.

So much so that when Fan Jin saw Xia Jingsheng proficiently start a stove and light a fire, he was already very calm.

Xia Jingsheng put the garlic sprouts into the pot, and after three or two stir-fries, the aroma was released. He picked up the tenderest bunch and handed it to Fan Jin: "Taste it."

Just smelling the aroma of the food, Fan Jin knew that Xia Jingsheng's cooking skills were amazing, and when he really tasted it, he was full of praise.

"This is the best craft I have ever tasted!" Fan Jin said.

Xia Jingsheng kept stirring the stir-fry in his hand, and he joked, "It's as if I've never tasted it before."

Fan Jin's heart skipped a beat, and he realized that he was complacent and almost slipped the tongue, but fortunately, Xia Jingsheng didn't pay much attention.

"I mean, Xiao Chi's skills are getting better and better." Fan Jin hurriedly made amends for himself.

Xia Jingsheng put the dishes on a plate and asked Fan Jin to take the dishes out.

Everything was ready, everyone waited outside for a long time, but Xia Jingsheng still did not come out.

The elder who knew the inside story frowned and said, "Why is it taking so long, could something be wrong?"

Fan Jin's heart tightened, and he hurried back to the kitchen to check.

Xia Jingsheng was still in the kitchen, bending over to look for something.

"What are you looking for?" Fan Jin asked, "Everyone is waiting for your meal."

Xia Jingsheng raised his head in bewilderment: "I was looking for a rag, but I can't find it."

Fan Jin thought he had lost something, but never thought it was just a rag, so he couldn't laugh or cry, and persuaded: "It doesn't matter, it's just a rag, at worst, change it."

Xia Jingsheng shook his head and said, "No, the stove must be wiped clean, this is the rule."

Seeing Xia Jingsheng's serious expression, Fan Jin gradually realized that something was wrong, he tentatively asked: "Xiao Chi, who made this rule for you?"

A simple question, but people were stunned.

Xia Jingsheng thought carefully, but there were only a bunch of fleeting afterimages in his mind, and when he thought about it deeply, Xia Jingsheng's head began to ache violently.

"I...I don't know." Xia Jingsheng said in pain, covering his temples.

Seeing him having a seizure, Fan Jin hurriedly held him down: "Xiao Chi, don't think about it, don't think about it if you can't remember it."

Under Fan Jin's comfort, Xia Jingsheng recovered.

Once he stopped pursuing the question, the pain in his temple disappeared.

When he finally had the strength to look up, he found that Fan Jin's face was serious.

"What's wrong with you?" Xia Jingsheng looked at Fan Jin with full eyes.

"It's nothing." Fan Jin eased his expression, "Let's go, let's go eat."

When eating in the village, a long table is set up, all the food is served on the table, and everyone eats at the same place.

It was the first time Xia Jingsheng saw so many strangers, he couldn't help feeling timid, always hiding behind Fan Jin.

Fan Jin benefited from this subconscious action, and kept adding vegetables to Xia Jingsheng's bowl.

After a while, the food in the bowl was piled up like a hill.

"Hurry up and eat, I'll show you who you are after eating." Fan Jin laughed.

Xia Jingsheng glanced at the bacon in the bowl, and picked all the bacon into Fan Jin's bowl: "I don't like this."

However, Fan Jin picked up a piece of bacon for Xia Jingsheng openly: "Why, I remember that you used to love bacon, and every year you shared bacon with everyone, and you were so hungry."

As soon as the words fell, several people on the table stopped their chopsticks and looked up at Fan Jin.

"Really? But I... don't like to eat this now." Xia Jingsheng looked at the bacon in the bowl, feeling a little aggrieved.

"Tell me, did Xiao Chi love to eat bacon?" Fan Jin asked everyone at the table for confirmation.

At first, there was still silence at the dinner table, and then someone who took the lead said, "Yes."

Immediately afterwards, someone immediately echoed: "Yes, he loves bacon the most." "That's right, he used to love it."

Xia Jingsheng looked at the bacon in the bowl, and tried to take a bite.

The strong smoky smell made him very uncomfortable, but he still gritted his teeth and swallowed it.

"Is it delicious?" Fan Jin looked at him expectantly.

The word "no" came to his lips, but Xia Jingsheng couldn't say it.

He had no choice but to remain silent and not speak.

Fan Jin brought him bacon again, and Xia Jingsheng ate it all. Gradually, he felt that maybe he really didn't hate bacon that much.

After the meal, Fan Jin took him to meet a group of people, including elders with kind faces and youthful young men.

Everyone greeted Xia Jingsheng cordially, but Xia Jingsheng looked at the smiling faces, but his mind was like a bucket of paste, and he couldn't tell who was who.

It is said that there is a special magnetic field between ordinary people and their relatives and friends. Even if they haven't seen each other for a long time, there will still be telepathy.

Xia Jingsheng tried hard to grasp the clues, but found nothing.

Returning to the residence, Fan Jin saw that Xia Jingsheng still looked absent-minded, and said helplessly, "What are you thinking? Your soul is gone."

Xia Jingsheng came back to his senses and said angrily, "I still...can't remember anything."

The only time the memory of the past was triggered was when I was looking for a rag in the back kitchen.

But the picture of that memory was too short and blurry, before Xia Jingsheng had time to think about it, he was overwhelmed by a severe headache.

"Xiao Chi, you just woke up not long ago. The doctor said that the memory needs to be recovered slowly. Don't push yourself too hard." Fan Jin persuaded, "Go to rest earlier."

It was only then that Xia Jingsheng realized that there was only one bed in the room.

And Fan Jin had already taken off his clothes and lay down on the bed, leaving half of the bed empty for Xia Jingsheng.

"We... sleep together?" Xia Jingsheng asked in surprise.

"Of course, we are lovers, of course we sleep together." Fan Jin took it for granted.

According to common sense, lovers will indeed share the same bed, but for some reason, Xia Jingsheng is very resistant to sharing the same bed with Fan Jin.

He shook his head and said, "No, I'd better... sleep under the bed."

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words fell, Fan Jin immediately turned cold: "It's winter, there is no extra bedding."

In a word, Xia Jingsheng's thoughts were completely eliminated.

Xia Jingsheng stared at the person on the bed for a while, but still couldn't ignore the resistance in his heart.

As if in the dark, there is a force that does not allow him to move forward.

On one side of him he was extremely tangled, on the other side, the person on the bed also waited impatiently.

In Fan Jin's tone, he couldn't help but lose some patience: "Still coming?"

In an instant, Xia Jingsheng's actions and will were divided into two parts. Although intellectually he didn't want to sleep on the same bed with Fan Jin, but when he heard Fan Jin's words, Xia Jingsheng went to the bed reflexively.