The national teacher dressed as a rich and noble son

Xie Yubo didn't know why, but she was very sure that Shang Yange would remember his past life one day.

The master's intuition is never wrong, he can wait patiently until that day, and seek an explanation from the tyrant in his previous life.

In case, in case the tyrant really can't remember, it can't be forced, anyway, they are always one person.

But none of this prevented him from feeling that the tyrant was out of his mind.

The tyrant couldn't remember, and Xie Yubo didn't want to mention the things of his previous life to him.People are independent individuals, and they should not impose cause and effect and experience on him.

Just now, Xie Yubo couldn't help but slipped his tongue. Xie Yubo still didn't realize the difference between the spongy body and the hippocampus. One is composed of indescribable parts, and the other is in charge of memory in the brain. It's normal.

Xie Yubo yawned, and when he raised his elbow, his clothes went up a little bit, his white and thin waist was like a crescent moon in the clouds.

"Brother Shang, good night."

Shang Yange forcibly poured cold water on the heat of his mind, looked away, saw Xie Yubo's innocent appearance about to go to sleep, and once again suspected that he had heard it wrong.

But what if Xie Yubo was testing him?

He can hold back Xie Yubo's senior year of high school and wait until he graduates, but if Xie Yubo also has that intention, wouldn't it be stupid for him not to respond?What if Xie Yubo was sad and went to find someone else?

Shang Yange held his breath, and when Xie Yubo passed by, he moved his wrist and clasped his fingers.

"I didn't hear what you just said."

Xie Yubo's round eyes froze. Sure enough, the tyrant is very sensitive to this topic. He must also feel that he has forgotten something.

In the middle of the night, Xie Yubo held Shang Yange's pulse with his backhand, checked it carefully, then sat down again, and wrote a prescription with a pen.

"According to this prescription, taking medicine can nourish the brain."

How could Xie Yubo dare to be so disrespectful to the tyrant in the past, but he has been spoiled a bit lately, anyway, the tyrant can't do anything to his teacher.

Shang Yange took the prescription that was actually a vain anger, and suddenly doubted his own IQ.

He really couldn't understand it. Xie Yubo's prescription was a satire that he couldn't even understand courtship hints, or was it a diagnosis of pathological problems in his brain.

He knew that Xie Yubo had excellent medical skills, and Shang Yange fell into deep thought about Fang Zi.

Xie Yubo assured: "Trust me, I know Chinese medicine and prescribe the right medicine."

Shang Yange: "..."

His little national teacher didn't know what to say, and he never taught him to be cautious in his words and deeds in his previous life, maybe he could just joke around casually.

The cause of the past life, the result of the present life, the little national teacher who I spoiled, dared to climb on the tiger's head and braid his hair, so he could only endure it.

Xie Yubo: "You want to drink."

"it is good."

Not to mention curing the brain, even if the little national teacher brought a bowl of poison, Shang Yange would still be bored.

The two of them were doing their homework in Shang Yan Ge's room, Xie Yubo walked out and went back to his room, familiar with each other.

Shang Yanyu came down from upstairs in a shaky footstep, and went to the kitchen to pour a cup of hot salt water. His forehead was sweating, and his hands and feet were cold. It was obvious that he had gone out for a drive during the day to catch the cold, and he started to have seizures at night.

Seeing the two coming out, Shang Yanyu straightened up immediately, opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of Coke to cover up.

Shang Yanyu tried his best to look calm and composed, he didn't catch a cold, and he didn't need to go to the hospital for an injection.

Shang Yange and Xie Yubo glanced at Shang Yanyu, and walked towards Shang Yanyu at the same time.

"Brother, you need to be treated when you are sick." Xie Yubo said.

"Pretending to be healthy again?" Shang Yange exposed it mercilessly.

Shang Yanyu's heart collapsed, why, it's fine if his brother can see it, why even his sister-in-law can see it!Life is already so hard, why see through everything like this.

Shang Yanyu tremblingly picked up the salt water and took a sip: "It's not a big problem, I'll be fine after a night of sleep."

Shang Yange: "It's all hypocrisy, and you're still trying to be brave. Either go to the hospital or go home."

Shang Yanyu said weakly, "I don't want to go to the hospital."

Shang Yange: "Okay, don't go."

Xie Yubo: "I'll show you."

"Yubo knows medicine, Chinese medicine." Shang Yange explained.

Shang Yanyu was overjoyed, Chinese medicine practitioner, wouldn't it be enough to drink some medicine?

He didn't think about where he got the traditional Chinese medicine in the villa in the middle of the night, and lay on his big bed peacefully, waiting for his brother and sister-in-law to take care of him.

Thinking of it this way, Shang Yanyu's eyes seemed to shed tears of emotion, and a child with a sister-in-law is like a treasure.

Xie Yubo asked Shang Yange, "Do you have a brush?"

"Ok?"

Shang Yange originally planned to forcibly hold down his younger brother and let the little master inject two needles, but when he heard this, he looked at Xie Yubo with doubts in his eyes.

"Isn't he afraid of injections?"

"That's right!" Shang Yanyu suddenly remembered the ancient acupuncture method in traditional Chinese medicine, and quickly agreed, what is the difference between it and an injection.

Shang Yange went to the study to get a brush, handed it to Xie Yubo who was following him, and said ruthlessly, "Don't be too nice to him."

He was worried that Xie Yubo would use his spiritual power again, and Shang Yanyu was not serious, so there was no need to waste his spiritual power.

Xie Yubo pursed his lips, took a copper paperweight from the desk, and slightly cracked the brush holder with a "bang".

Then he took out a pack of silver needles from the middle of the schoolbag, chose a thin and long one with a cold silver light on the tip, and stuffed it into the pen holder, so that the soft brush just covered the tip of the needle.

The tyrant looked at the desk, the custom-made brushes, and the handmade copper paperweight, and sighed with his hands on his forehead. No wonder the things in the imperial study room used to be full of potholes. Xie Yubo was also a prodigal to some extent.

Xie Yubo stroked the disguised hair, and looked at the tyrant with bright eyes.

Shang Yange put away his expression and gave Xie Yubo a thumbs up of appreciation.

Master Daguo curled his lips slightly, holding a pen between his two like cigarette butts, turning the pen around to give his younger brother a needle.

Xie Yubo didn't change his face: "This is like a brush dipped in the cold-dispelling wine, brush it, and it will dispel the cold."

A faint smell of medical alcohol lingered on the tip of Shang Yanyu's nose, reminding him of the alcohol tampon the nurse gave before the injection, but his sister-in-law-to-be didn't have any scary needles in her hand.

"Thank you sister-in-law, young master."

The soft brush brushed across the back of the neck obliquely, without any sense of sharp threat. Xie Yubo took advantage of his relaxation, raised the brush to prick the needle, and squeezed out a small drop of thick blood very quickly with his index finger and thumb.

"Oh!" Shang Yanyu yelled, "You stab me!"

Xie Yubo said softly, "Brother, you feel wrong, because the brushes your brother bought are crude and shoddy."

Shang Yanyu was a little confused with a headache, and being fooled by Xie Yubo, the back of his neck didn't hurt much, "Is that so?"

"Yes, you can buy him a good pen next time."

The wool comes from the sheep, and the great master took the opportunity to help the tyrant get back a brush pen, and he is really good at managing his family.

"Okay." Shang Yanyu was distressed at the stall where his brother bought fake goods, and was pricked several times by Xie Yubo.

The cold air was expelled with the black blood, Shang Yanyu's top-heavy symptoms eased a little, and he saw his sister-in-law grabbing his five fingers.

The ten fingers connect to the heart, the skin between the nails and the knuckles is the most delicate, and it hurts the most when pierced.

Shang Yanyu woke up all of a sudden, before he could say anything, he saw a brush brushing across his fingertips like drawing a dragon. Just as the intense pain came, the acupuncture was over.

Shang Yanyu gritted his teeth with tears in his eyes, but Xie Yubo grabbed his fingers one by one and squeezed out the blood.

The sister-in-law's rhetoric can not only deceive the eldest brother, but also deceive the young heart of the younger brother.

But I have to say that his body is brisk and sharp now, much better than the drowsiness just now. As long as he covers the quilt and sweats, the symptoms will disappear soon.

Shang Yange helped Xie Yubo pull out the silver needle from the brush, "I have never been willing to go to the hospital since I was a child, so don't spoil him."

Xie Yubo: "I'm not spoiling him, I'm afraid you'll be too tired holding him down, my brother is also an adult who is 1.8 meters tall, just lie to him, don't do strenuous activities before going to bed."

According to the method of the national teacher, as long as Shang Yanyu is not afraid, he will not feel pain in most places.

It was only natural for him to say that, Shang Yange was stunned, feeling a warm wind blowing through his heart, his heart was instantly elated, so the original starting point was still for him?

Xie Yubo: "Good night, go to sleep."

Xie Yubo is not blind now, and Shang Yange has no reason to prepare pajamas, put hot water and spread quilts for him, but he still followed in. After doing these things, he watched Xie Yubo lie down, and then helped him turn off the light and bring him to the door .

Back in his bedroom, Shang Yange took the cracked brush pen in his hand, dipped it in ink, and wrote the names of the two generations on the rice paper.

The brush fell off slightly, but the written characters were still strong and smooth, with no ink dots.

"讠 Ge" read "zhen" together, the sound is the same as "Zhen".

There is no such word in this life.

He still remembered that when Xie Yubo first learned to write, he just practiced the names of the two of them, and often wrote the radicals that did not match his companions. That day he happily said to Shang: "I can write the names of the two of us now!"

I don't know where I heard the words of praise, and I chirped to praise his name for its good meaning.

"Looking at it apart, business can enrich the people, literature can listen to advice, and martial arts can fight." Xie Yubo vowed, "I can tear down the words to see the appearance. This is an excellent name, especially suitable for Your Majesty."

Similar words, Shangyan Gordon has seen it many times in various celebration memorials since he became the throne, and he didn't bother to glance at it every time.But when Xie Yubo said it, it was completely different.

He did something in line with the behavior of a feudal emperor—an order to strictly avoid taboos throughout the country.

He wants to monopolize this word, because his little national teacher said that this name is very good.

At the end of the taboo, the word lost its meaning and probably disappeared from the dictionary.Later generations archaeological genealogy of emperors, probably do not know what to read.

Shang Yange didn't know whether there was no such word in this world, whether it was inextricably linked with his taboo.

Cause and effect, you have to believe it.

Xie Yubo confessed to him that she didn't look at his face at first, and she didn't start to wonder what he looked like until she was in the parking lot, so she asked to touch his face.

Although Xie Yubo didn't say much, Shang Yange understood.Her own voice changed, Xie Yubo didn't think about that. That day in the underground parking lot, Xie Yubo saw Shang Yanyu's face, and only then did she connect him with the tyrant.

If his name had not changed, Xie Yubo would have recognized him earlier.

After Shang Yange finished writing the last stroke, he threw the brush into the trash can.He looked at the two names on the white paper with dim eyes.

He claimed to dote on Xie Yubo, but in fact Xie Yubo's kindness to him was not inferior at all, just like him, he was born with it, and it became a habit engraved in his bones.

Who is Xie Yubo treating better?

Is it a tyrant or a businessman?

Shang Yange and Xie Yubo have only been together for less than two months, so I'm afraid it's not worth such affection.Even though Xie Yubo didn't know the full picture of all the past events in her previous life, she still didn't change their original acquaintance and treated him so well.

Shang Yange crumpled the paper into a ball, feeling numb, more tangled than paper balls.

He took advantage of the tyrant's light to enjoy Xie Yubo's goodness, but he didn't talk about recovering his memory for a long time. Isn't it too despicable?

He wasn't jealous of himself, but felt sorry for Xie Yubo.There are indeed people in the world who do not expect anything in return for a person, but if the beneficiary knows the concern of the giver and pretends nothing happened, he will regret it sooner or later.

He had to think of a way to get the best of both worlds.