Mr. Feng Shui of the Republic of China

This was the first time Sun Wenxi saw Xia Jingsheng's residence with his own eyes.

In the plain room, traces of life remain.

There are red peppers and bamboo baskets hanging on the wall, and bisque tea bowls on the table.

The tie-dyed quilts on the bed are stacked neatly, which shows the owner's good living habits.

Sun Wenxi put him on the bed.

The moment he hugged Xia Jingsheng, he realized that he was much lighter.

Xia Jingsheng's eyes were slightly closed, his eyelashes were trembling, and under the light of the candlelight, his complexion was pale.

Sun Wenxi sat down by the bed and tucked in the quilt for him.

When the person fell asleep, Sun Wenxi raised his hand and caressed Xia Jingsheng's face: "Honey, what happened?"

In his sleep, Xia Jingsheng vaguely felt a pair of familiar hands lingering nostalgicly on his face.

He wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids were extremely heavy.

Whenever Xia Jingsheng wanted to think deeply, his whole body seemed to be trapped in a whirlpool, his mind was heavy and his eyes were full of stars.

Two voices appeared in my ears, one announced coldly and bluntly: "Xiao Chi, we are lovers."

One asked softly: "Baby, don't you remember me?"

Before Xia Jingsheng could distinguish the owner of the voice, he was awakened by a loud noise.

When the knock on the door sounded, Xia Jingsheng was still lying on the bed.

His mind was heavy, and he straightened up when the door was pushed open: "Xiao Chi, that bastard didn't do anything to you, did he?"

Fan Jin was provoked by Sun Wenxi last night and lost his mind, but afterwards he regretted that he should have walked away and left Sun Wenxi with a chance.

As soon as Fan Jin entered the door, he immediately looked around and opened the curtain to check.

Xia Jingsheng frowned and said, "What are you doing?"

Fan Jin blurted out: "Of course to see if that bastard is hiding in your room!"

These words made Xia Jingsheng slightly annoyed.

Although he has lost his memory, he does not understand love, and he also knows that the trust between lovers is very important.

Even if Fan Jin was jealous of Sun Wenxi, he shouldn't have doubted him like this.

Xia Jingsheng turned cold: "You think he will be in my room?"

Fan Jin heard Xia Jingsheng's obviously cold tone, and only later realized that Xia Jingsheng was angry.

He hurriedly defended, "Jing Sheng, I don't doubt you, it's just that we are always separated these days, so I'm worried that he will sneak in..."

Just at this moment, there was a light cough from outside the door.

Sun Wenxi came in with a bowl of porridge. With a smile on his lips, he said to Xia Jingsheng: "Jingsheng, you are not in good health. Drink porridge early in the morning to nourish your stomach."

It's so simple and upright that it's anti-customer-oriented.

Fan Jin's face darkened. He originally wanted to soften his feelings in front of Xia Jingsheng, so that he could take the opportunity to get closer to Xia Jingsheng, but he didn't expect to kill Sun Wenxi on the way, and he might have listened to everything he said just now.

"Xiao Chi, I..." Fan Jin wanted to say something else.

Xia Jingsheng shook his head and said, "I want to...have porridge first."

"Did you hear me, what are you doing in a daze, get up quickly." Sun Wenxi came to the bed with a porridge bowl in his hand.

"Give me the bowl." Not to be outdone, Fan Jin said, "I'll feed it."

Sun Wenxi pretended not to hear: "Get up!"

A little trivial matter, both of them can match.

Xia Jingsheng sighed softly, and stretched out his hand to Sun Wenxi: "I'll do it myself."

This porridge was made by Sun Wenxi when he woke up early. Xia Jingsheng took a sip, his eyes lit up.

A flavor of lily was added to the porridge, which was sweet and refreshing, and immediately satisfied Xia Jingsheng's taste buds.

"Do you like it?" Sun Wenxi smiled.

"En." Xia Jingsheng nodded.

For the past few days, Fan Jin has always told him that he loves to eat this and that.

But after Xia Jingsheng tasted it, some didn't like it, and some even hated it.

Fan Jin only said that Xia Jingsheng's taste changed after recovering from a serious illness, even Xia Jingsheng himself thought so.

But today, the porridge made by Sun Wenxi is very suitable for his taste.

The sweet taste spread in his mouth, and Xia Jingsheng had a feeling that he used to love sweets, especially snowflake crisps...

Snowflakes?

When this term came to mind, the heart-piercing pain broke out again, followed by nausea and retching.

Xia Jingsheng spit out all the porridge in his mouth.

Sun Wenxi's face became tense, and he hurriedly protected him, but he didn't care about the dirt, so he hurriedly took a towel to wipe Xia Jingsheng.

A smug smile flashed across Fan Jin's face, and he pretended to be serious: "Sun Wenxi, you are so brave, you dare to poison Xiao Chi! Someone, tie him up for me."

Following Fan Jin's order, two young and middle-aged Miao people broke into the door. Just as they were about to attack Sun Wenxi, they saw Sun Wenxi pull out a pistol/gun from his waist: "I see who dares to move, I will shoot him dead."

Bare hands are certainly not as good as weapons in hand, the Miao youth stopped in his tracks.

Fan Jin didn't take it seriously, and shouted: "What are you waiting for? Hurry up!"

Xia Jingsheng interrupted in a cold voice: "Stop arguing, Fan Jin, let your people back down."

Fan Jin's face turned cold, and he felt more and more that Xia Jingsheng was difficult to control.

In the days when Xia Jingsheng just woke up, he obeyed Fan Jin's words and was full of dependence in his words and deeds, but from some time on, he had the aura of being superior to Fan Jin, and he would speak out to refute.

In particular, after Sun Wenxi came to the Miao Village, Xia Jingsheng's changes were even more significant.

Fan Jin didn't say anything on the surface, but he was very worried in his heart that Xia Jingsheng would gradually lose control of him.

Fan Jin waved his hand sullenly, making people back off.

Xia Jingsheng looked at Sun Wenxi in a blink of an eye, raised his hand to hold the muzzle of the black hole, and pressed down hard.

Seeing this, Sun Wenxi quickly put away his gun.

Xia Jingsheng took a sip of his tea and said calmly, "Congee is fine, it's just that I'm not used to it."

When Fan Jin heard it, he was immediately overjoyed, winked at Sun Wenxi and said, "Did you hear that, Xiao Chi said he was not used to it?"

Sun Wenxi was not discouraged: "It's my fault. I didn't know that Jing Sheng changed his taste. What do you like to eat now? Tell me, I'll learn how to cook."

Fan Jin couldn't understand him being so attentive, so he sneered and said, "A dignified man, he only works hard on trifles, he's really useless."

Xia Jingsheng gave Fan Jin a nonchalant look, "That's right, a vulgar person like you certainly doesn't know the joy of washing his hands and making soup for his lover."

"You...!" Fan Jin was so blocked that he couldn't speak.

Sun Wenxi was right, he really couldn't do such a thing.

Since he was born, he had been told that cooking was a woman's job.A man should do physical work outside, study and eat under the kitchen every day, he is a worthless person.

But Sun Wenxi's attitude completely frustrated Fan Jin.

Sun Wenxi was not ashamed but proud of cooking, which made Fan Jin feel at a loss.

Sun Wenxi took a towel and carefully wiped Xia Jingsheng's hands while cleaning up the spilled porridge stains.

Such a move was something that Fan Jin could never do.

Isn't Sun Wenxi too dirty?

Fan Jin couldn't understand, let alone imagine the scene when he did these things.

He could only stand aside, watching Sun Wenxi's actions with cold eyes.

Sun Wenxi occasionally raised his head to look at him, saw his face was ashen, like a fierce god, laughed and said: "Since you don't like it, please go out, I will clean up here."

Xia Jingsheng also looked at Fan Jin with probing eyes when he heard the words.

Fan Jin's violent temper also came up: "Just leave, who wants to see you!" After finishing speaking, he slammed the door and left.

Xia Jingsheng frowned slightly when he heard the harsh knock on the door.

But Sun Wenxi didn't respond much.At this moment, Sun Wenxi is focusing on wiping, as if there is only one thing in the world worth pouring his heart into.

Xia Jingsheng's heart twitched slightly when he saw that he had no other distractions.

"I'm sorry." Xia Jingsheng said guiltily, "The porridge you made is delicious...but I'm not used to it..."

Sun Wenxi raised his eyes and looked at Xia Jingsheng tenderly: "Jingsheng, remember, never say sorry to me."

His gaze was like a stream of spring water, and Xia Jingsheng looked at it full of affection, and the guilt in his heart suddenly increased.

Sun Wenxi persistently called him Jing Sheng.

But he is not Xia Jingsheng, these wrong feelings are all stolen from him.

Xia Jingsheng tried his best to ignore the sourness in his heart, and said seriously, "I... am not the Xia Jingsheng you mentioned."

Sun Wenxi paused, and said indifferently, "I know."

"You know?!" Xia Jingsheng was surprised.

Sun Wenxi raised his head, "stroking" Xia Jingsheng's face inch by inch with his eyes: "You are very similar to him."

"How similar?" Xia Jingsheng subconsciously asked.

Sun Wenxi laughed and said, "It's not quite the same now."

Xia Jingsheng didn't know why.

Sun Wenxi said: "If I tell him that he looks like someone else in front of him, he will definitely be anxious about me."

As Sun Wenxi said, it is the unique little fun in the world of lovers.

Xia Jingsheng understood, and couldn't help but envy such a harmonious relationship.

Compared to Sun Wenxi, Fan Jin is obviously not careful and patient enough, and often says hurtful words when he gets angry.

Now that there is a comparison, Xia Jingsheng gradually realizes that the intimacy between him and Fan Jin lacks the intimacy that ordinary lovers should have.

"Thinking about it carefully, there are still many differences between Jing Sheng and Xiao Chi." Sun Wenxi seemed very interested in this topic.

"Jingsheng loves sweets the most, and is used to wearing long gowns..." Sun Wenxi patiently counted down Xia Jingsheng's habits and preferences.

Sun Wenxi remembered every little thing since the two joined hands.

Hearing the familiar tone, Xia Jingsheng was unable to speak for a long time.

Even if it was just a simple description, Xia Jingsheng could feel Sun Wenxi's deep affection, and he couldn't help feeling sad, as if he had experienced it himself.

"I've been looking for him for a long time." Sun Wenxi said, "He promised to write me a letter, but I waited and waited, but I never got a letter from him."

These words made Xia Jingsheng very uncomfortable, his nose was sore, and he couldn't help crying.

"Sorry, I lost my composure." Xia Jingsheng wiped away his tears with his sleeve, "May I ask, will you keep looking?"

"Of course, unless I die, otherwise, I will definitely bring him home." Sun Wenxi's words were so lethal that Xia Jingsheng was immediately stunned.

Unexpectedly, his body softened, and his whole body was embraced by Sun Wenxi.

Xia Jingsheng was extremely astonished, leaning against Sun Wenxi's arms, he even forgot to struggle.

"I promise, if you find him, you will never lose him again." Sun Wenxi said.