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Chapter 36 Sweetheart

Luluo's craftsmanship is really good, even a young master like Fang Siming, who has tasted all kinds of fine clothes and fine food, can't say anything critical about this table full of sincerity.

During the period, Yao Se gave Yuebai an egg with chopsticks, and Fang Siming picked up the green onion on it with his chopsticks.Yao Se looked at Fang Siming in shock, and stuffed the scrambled eggs into her mouth with her moon white downcast eyes.Fang Siming lowered his head and pretended he didn't see it. Simply put, he pretended to be dead, then stared at his hand and gritted his teeth, trying to chop it off.

He remembered all his tastes and little habits.For example, I don’t eat chopped green onions, for example, I love seafood but hate the fishy smell of peeling my hands.Some habits cannot be taken away by time. He always does some things subconsciously. He picks the scallion in his bowl, picks the fish meat with a chopstick and puts it in his bowl. Peel the shrimp shell and keep it. After dipping the tail in vinegar, Yuebai let him bite it off.All kinds of things, he remembered them in his mind and his body, he lowered his eyes and took out the shrimp with chopsticks and put them in Yuebai's bowl.

Yuebai tilted her head subconsciously, seeing that the shrimps were already in her bowl, she had to lower her head again, pick them up and stuff them into her mouth.He inexplicably felt a little sad because of Fang Siming.

After the meal, Yuebai was about to leave, but Luluo enthusiastically escorted him to the door.Yuebai declined her consultation fee, and said to Fang Siming: "Mr. Fang, can you give me a ride?"

Fang Siming was taken aback, nodded in response, and carried the bamboo basket on Yuebai's shoulders.Lu Luo and Yao Se stood in front of the door, murmuring, wondering what they were discussing.Fang Siming and Yuebai walked side by side, the moonlight was falling, and the ancient villages were covered with silver light.Yuebai tilted his head, and the handsome young master was partial to the moon, outlined with silver borders, the beautiful ones did not look like this mortal person.

The two were silent all the way.Yuebai couldn't explain what she was thinking about abruptly inviting someone to see her off.Fang Siming couldn't explain how he indulged himself with someone he should never see again.In his heart, Fang Siming was afraid that Zhu Wengui would find out that Yuebai was still alive.Even if Yuebai has nothing to do with the holy medicine this time, Fang Siming is the poison/drug for his death.

Arriving at the thatched hut where Yuebai lived temporarily, Fang Siming put down the bamboo basket, Yuebai said: "Thank you Mr. Fang. If you don't mind, why not come in and have a sit? A cup of rough tea, it's good to have a rest."

This time Fang Siming refused.He restrained his mind, bowed to Yuebai, and took back all his helpless thoughts about seeing this person again.He is that cold, ruthless and lofty young master of Wansheng Pavilion again.He said: "Sir, you are being polite. You are quite similar to an old friend of Fang X. Fang X has nothing to do at the moment. I hope you don't take it to heart."

"Old man? Is that the "little doctor" that Mr. Fang said? Who is he?" Yuebai put his hands behind his back, his eyes drooped, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, making people feel that he was depressed for no reason. Emotions.

Fang Siming's fingertips in his sleeves moved slightly, as if he wanted to lift the man's chin and tell him not to be sad.What's so sad about him?It's all the forgotten past, he doesn't remember anything, so how can he be sad.Fang Siming, you are so stupid.

"It's him. The benefactor who saved me once a few years ago." Fang Siming replied.

Yuebai walked down the steps step by step, and stood in front of Fang Siming, as if blocking him from leaving.

"Just a benefactor?"

Fang Siming smiled lightly: "Who else can it be?"

Yuebai turned lightly on her toes, and lifted the bamboo basket on one side.He shook his head: "I don't know. It's getting late, so I won't see Mr. Fang off."

He raised the bamboo basket with a friendly expression: "Thank you, Mr. Fang."

He stopped asking.So Fang Siming nodded and also smiled: "It's okay. I'm leaving."

"Let's go." Yuebai said.

Fang Siming smiled, turned and left.Yuebai paused with her eyes downcast, but still carried the bamboo basket into the door.

Fang Siming stopped, he turned his head, and a dim yellow light was lit in the hut, which made people feel warm just looking at it.The thin and long figure was cut on the window paper, he bent down and put down something and sat at the table by the window.He must have a pair of scissors in his hand, and he was leisurely cutting the candles.The candle flickered and became brighter.

Fang Siming's toes moved slightly and then stopped.He hurriedly lowered his head, pulled his hood to cover his face and eyes, and left.

Yuebai pushed open the window, and the night wind came in and blew out the candle without noticing it for a while.Yuebai stood in front of the window, watching by the moonlight that the person who had almost merged into the night disappeared into his sight with strides.There was a trace of sadness in his confused and trance eyes.

Fang Siming?He stood there in a daze for a long while, until the night wind had blown through and cooled him down, he rubbed his arms, closed the window and lit the lamp again.The candles are cut frequently, but the thoughts are still restless.You don't need to read it when you don't see it, but how can you feel calm when you see it.

The noise outside gradually rose, getting louder and more noisy, Yuebai fell into her own thoughts, her brows were furrowed and she was thinking hard, looking for the remnants of the past.

A man knocked open his door with a bang, his eyes were full of anxiety, and behind him was the flames soaring into the sky. "Doctor Yuebai, Luluo has been stabbed."

Knife?What knife?Before Yuebai's dazed look faded, he was pulled by the man and staggered towards the flames.Yuebai rubbed the center of her brows, her complexion pale.He glanced at the crowd fighting together in the distance. The subordinates of Wansheng Pavilion and the villagers of Hukou Village, Moyun Village were cooking together, and Yuebai's head hurt even more.

He rubbed his forehead again, he didn't listen to a word of the man in front of him rambling, he only vaguely saw Fang Siming standing in front of Taotao's fire.He squinted his eyes and looked at it, really like an evil but handsome Shura.

Yuebai pulled out her hand, stuffed the medicine box into the man's hand casually, and ordered: "He acts with discretion. Pour one out of the first white porcelain bottle on the second floor and give it to the green radish first; the first layer of mahogany In the box is medicine for golden sores, and in the blue and white porcelain bottle is Mafeisan, if you need to get stitches, let her eat the Mafeisan first."

In the firelight, his face was pale and calm, as if a girl's life didn't matter to him.His unhurried posture, well-organized orders, and calm and indifferent expression are very similar to the thousand-faced evil doctor who did not treat him well back then.

The man was so anxious that he was not willing to let him go, but Yuebai's look made him subconsciously hug the medicine box tightly.He felt a chill from the bottom of his heart, as if if he raped him, not to mention he couldn't save Luluo, even this medicine box, even his own life would disappear in an instant.All kindness and kindness are superficial things for others to see, and the inner coolness is real.

Yuebai didn't care about the villager, and ran towards Fang Siming with his clothes on, and a short-sighted man with a knife came out of nowhere and came towards Yuebai.Yuebai pursed her lips and didn't hide, she turned her decent foot and fell to the ground with a frightened left foot and right foot.Whose porcelain is this going to touch?Fang Siming kicked the person flying away, his movements were flowing and graceful.It's just that his face is not very good-looking.

He was still figuring out how to help him up in this position, Yuebai already grabbed his hem and raised his face and said: "I twisted my foot, I can't stand up."

Fang Siming hesitated for a moment, then bent down and picked him up.Yuebai retracted her hands, carefully wrapped her arms around his neck, and said, "Can you offend me?"

"It doesn't matter." Fang Siming sighed, the shouts of fighting and killing almost broke through the sky, and the moaning/groaning of pain was endless. Logically speaking, they were on opposite sides.But Yuebai did not play cards according to common sense, even Fang Siming felt a little powerless in his heart.I had no choice but to follow him and ask harmoniously: "It's getting late, why hasn't the little doctor rested yet?"

A sentence that the blind can't bear to look at.You're setting fire here and pretending to massacre the village. You've seen hell if you can rest.He was blind, Yuebai didn't care much more than him, and said: "I don't want to sleep. I was dragged here by someone's wrist."

Fang Siming immediately wanted to understand the cause and effect, and asked, "How is Luluo?"

Yuebai tilted her head to look at him, and smiled: "You care so much about her? If she hurt her life, can you still stand here?"

Fang Siming opened his mouth and frowned slightly, feeling weird.But he couldn't say exactly where the blame was.

Seeing that Fang Siming didn't speak, Yuebai suddenly pushed Fang Siming away, twisted his legs and kicked, about to fall from Fang Siming's arms.Fang Siming quickly tossed and picked up the person, adjusted his posture, and hugged him in his arms.He was afraid that Yuebai would fall, his complexion, which had just recovered, turned gloomy again, and the gloom between his brows could not be melted away.

"What are you doing! If you fall..."

"It's better to fall down, so as not to get in the way and delay Mr. Fang from seeing Miss Ye." Yuebai pursed her lips, her brows and eyes were soft, and even her voice was soft and soft.

"What Aunt Ye..." Fang Siming remembered that Luluo's surname was Ye.

He lowered his eyes and saw Yuebai's gentle smiling face. Pavilion Master Fang Shao was stunned for a moment: "Are you jealous?"

Yuebai being jealous, could it be a fantasy.Fang Siming really couldn't associate him with the word jealous.But when everyone was going to be stupid, Mr. Fang didn't keep his mouth shut.

"Vinegar? Fish and shrimp dipped in vinegar are delicious, um, crabs are also good. Are Mr. Fang hungry?" Yuebai still smiled.

Fang Siming explained subconsciously: "She is still a little girl."

"If your surname is Chu, you must be more annoying than that old bug." Yue Bai said lightly.

Fang Siming had never encountered such a situation, and he would have fooled it casually if someone else was in his arms, but the current Yuebai was not something he could casually persuade.

"I...she is kind to save me, I should repay her."

"Coincidentally, I'll save you once too. It's good that Mr. Fang knows how to repay you."

Yuebai held on tightly, but Fang Siming was thinking carefully and fearfully. How much did he know about the past?When he thought about it, he felt guilty for some reason, and the sour taste in Xu Shiyue's vernacular words almost overflowed.Unfortunately, Fang Siming understands how much Yuebai hates what belongs to him to be owned by others.

Fang Siming couldn't choose what to say for a while: "She is clean enough. She is the second person who does not dislike, fear and flatter me when she sees me. Sometimes I want to destroy pure things, but she is an exception. She is also That moment made me feel..."

"I look like your benefactor, and she looks like your sweetheart, doesn't she?" Yuebai smiled until her eyes rolled.

Mr. Fang felt his head hurting, and subconsciously said: "She is my benefactor, and you are my sweetheart."

Yuebai looked at him, still smiling, but Fang Siming suddenly saw clearly the blankness in his eyes.

"But I don't remember you?"

Fang Siming's brows loosened, and when he understood, he gave a slight smile, helpless and gentle, as if he could tolerate everything.

"Little doctor, this is lying to Fang. Fang is willing to bow down, but don't come again, it scares me."

He chuckled lightly and said words like coaxing a child, which made Yuebai's heart feel even more sour.He was feeling sorry for the man holding him.

"I don't remember you."

"I know."

The author has something to say:

Thank you Yunjin little angel for mine.