my fairy bodyguard

Chef Qing left quickly.

Jing Shan looked at the Mongolian doctor's back, thoughtfully.He always felt that this person hadn't told him the truth, and the suggestion of "forgetting the past" was even more nonsense.

But he has no position to demand the truth.Although he lost his memory, after all, he came back to life in 19 years, and he was able to suppress himself to some extent, and he did not act recklessly.

After standing blankly for a while, he could only sit down again and turn his head to look at the scenery outside the window.

In the evening, the maid brought dinner and served Jing Shan.He's quite used to it.In his fuzzy mind, he barely knew that his family background should be good; therefore, he didn't feel surprised when the maid came to serve him.

After the meal, seeing the maid tidying up the dishes and about to leave, he finally couldn't help but asked, "Where are my family members...?"

The maid was dressed in a green dress, with an innocent and lovely face, which made people feel good about her.Hearing Jing Shan's question, he replied with a smile: "My lord, your home is far away from here. You should take care of your health first, and our emperor—our lord will send you back."

Jing Shan frowned and said, "Can't you inform them?" Now he is eager to know everything about himself.He always felt that there was something he must never forget.

The maid showed a helpless expression: "I'm sorry, son, our communication is not good here."

The communication is not good-what age is this, is this in the mountains?A vein twitched in Jing Shan's temple, but seeing the maid's fluttering classical attire, a very absurd thought suddenly came to her mind: "Could it be a fox fairy?"

It's not all recorded in ancient books that a scholar who stayed overnight at someone else's house only to wake up in the morning to find an ancient tomb;

In this modern society, dressed like this, I guess this kind of vixen is the only one.

If it were someone else, I'm afraid I would feel that I am whimsical, or that I am crazy.But Jingshan is different.With all his heart, he believed in the things about these fox spirits and ghosts.I don't know why.Almost subconsciously.

But it can't be said.

He had no choice but to watch the maid salute again, then turned around and left with a plate of bowls.

It was like this for several days.

When I woke up in the morning, a maid came to serve me upright.After breakfast, he stayed in the house.Then lunch.Again.Occasionally a doctor came, but it was no longer the terrifyingly beautiful man before.They were all old men with long beards, and they looked at him a little strangely.Then there is dinner.After wandering for a while, I went to bed.

There are many ancient books in the room, most of which are thread-bound ancient books, but Jing Shan found that he could understand them too.It's a smooth read.

What he didn't expect was that there were some other Western novels. "Resurrection", "Vanity Fair" and the like... It feels very out of place in a place where even the bookshelves are made of high-quality huanghuali wood.

He also asked to want to go out for a walk.At the beginning, none of the maids agreed.After another two days, seeing that he was still trapped in the room, he probably felt sorry for him, so he agreed to walk around in the yard.

The yard is not small, but it is well arranged.Layers upon layers of peonies, roses, peonies... clumps are blooming in full bloom, dazzling and graceful.There are a few green bamboos in the corner, and the bamboo leaves are rustling, which is quite artistic.

Standing close to the entrance of the courtyard and looking over, you can barely see some luxurious palaces across several towering forests.Really a palace.Glazed tiles and red brick walls are very luxurious.

Jing Shan became more and more puzzled.

It turns out that these people are not just fox fairies—they're extraordinarily rich fox fairies who live in palaces.

interesting.

After he calmed down, he was not so eager to know the truth.He walks in the yard every day, sits in front of the flowers for a while, and asks the maid named Xiaolu to make him a pot of tea; his life is quite nourishing.Although my head is empty, it doesn't matter.Just as nourishment.

At first, he always felt that there was something he couldn't forget or let go.I was always worried about it, which made my heart very uneasy.But after these days, it gradually calmed down.The vague idea that he must remember has gradually become less reliable.

——In general, although life seems to be under house arrest, it is not in Zhazidong after all; Jing Shan feels more and more like a hermit who goes with the situation.

A few days later, the beautiful Mongolian doctor came again.

Jing Shan was a little excited.He knew that this doctor should be regarded as a relatively high-level person, and the maids at the door were all respectful to him, and some of them showed panic, as if they were very afraid of him.The arrival of this person means that things have turned for the better; no matter what, Jing Shan is of course unwilling to be trapped in this place for the rest of his life.

Everyone has the desire to chase freedom.This is the most basic human instinct.

Sure enough; he heard the doctor say, "Jing Shan, you can go."

Jing Shan was slightly excited for a while.But also a little dazed.Where is he going?He can't even think about his family.

"Of course," the doctor chuckled again: "We are responsible for sending you back."

He has a big smile.As if this sentence is a joke.Jing Shan didn't think it was funny; in fact, he felt that the smile on the doctor's face made him feel extraordinarily weird.He was about to say something when the doctor suddenly took a step forward.

too close.Jing Shan involuntarily stepped back.There is an indescribable aura about this Mongolian doctor.

"Jingshan..."

He said.

Jing Shan raised his eyebrows and said, "What?"

When he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a pain in his neck.Jing Shan looked at the man in front of him helplessly, seeing that he was still smiling, but slowly retracted his hands from the back of his neck.

Jing Shan's eyes darkened and he passed out.

When he woke up again, he found that there was a pale ceiling in front of him.

It was no longer the rosewood canopy bed that was lying on it a few days ago.The very soft Simmons gave him the illusion of returning to reality in an instant.The back of his neck still had a dull pain; the Mongolian doctor's knife was really up and down with his hand, very crisp.

He turned his head slightly, only to find a young girl sleeping beside the bed.

The little girl is quite cute.Delicate and moving.It's just that her complexion is not very good, she looks strangely pale; but the little girl is also very vigilant.When he moved, she woke up.

The eyes of the two people met immediately.

"elder brother……"

She cried out in disbelief.

elder brother?Jing Shan frowned and thought: Could this little girl be his sister?

But he didn't have time to think about it any further.Because the little girl rushed forward and wrapped her arms around his neck so tightly that Jing Shan could hardly breathe.He wanted to say: let me go.But the little girl was crying softly against his face, and the tears slid on his skin, sticky, which suddenly made him very heartbroken.

Jing Shan sighed, stretched out his arms to hug the girl, and patted her on the back lightly.

He rested for another period of time; in fact, there were too many things he couldn't remember, and he wanted to take it slowly, so he just studied in the room alone.His sister came to him every day—was with him almost all the time and helped him recall many things.He also refused to leave at night.Ask Jingshan to bomb several times.

He gradually learned many things day by day.For example, he is the young master of the Jing family; and the Jing family is the top wealthy family in the world.Another example is that there are indeed monsters in this world; he hadn't thought wrong before.

But who was that Mongolian doctor; how did he come back? No matter how I asked, the family refused to say.

After asking a lot, the old man of his family said: "It's a few fox fairies who are friends with our family... You encountered something when you went out, and you don't know what happened, but they picked it up..."

The old man spoke very fluently, but Jing Shan still didn't quite believe it.

But so what?He thought that was probably it.

After a while, the family helped him re-apply for the university in Beijing.Only then did Jing Shan know that he had been admitted to Peking University.Unbelievable, he thought, it turns out that he studied so well.

But he always felt something was wrong.

He finally decided to leave home and go to Beijing.His younger sister held his hand at the station, refusing to let him go, crying with tears in her eyes.As if he was gone and never came back.

Jing Shan smiled softly.

After he came back, he became especially fond of laughing.People are much gentler than before.My sister said that he used to be cold and wanted a piece of frozen wood. Many people were afraid of him to death.

Jing Shan whispered, "I'm leaving."

It took a while for the younger sister to let him go, and then told him to be careful.

Jing Shan was amused.It's just going to study, what can be careless?There is no way someone will eat him.

But when he was waiting in line for the bus, his heart suddenly moved and he looked to the side.The surrounding crowd was turbulent, in various poses and with different expressions, and the noise was almost deafening.It was the usual scene in the station.

Jing Shan looked at it for a long while, then slowly retracted his gaze.

He felt as if he had encountered something in the station.

This incident changed his whole life... and it seemed like nothing had changed.

His heart twitched slightly, with a faint pain, but he still couldn't remember anything.