After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

An Luan didn't know what was going on in the house, but still knocked on the door: "Senior brother!!"

Master Song still remembered An Luan, turned around and was about to open the door, when Song Shu suddenly said behind him: "Stand. If you walk out of this door today, don't come back."

Master Song originally wanted to say "I won't come back if I don't come back", but the words got stuck in my throat and I couldn't say anything.

Even the footsteps seem to have taken root in the ground, and I can't move.

Song Shu's expression softened a bit: "Tell An Luan that I'll go later."

Master Song froze, and did as he said.

An Luan gave an "oh" in doubt.

Hearing the sound of footsteps going away outside the door, Song Shu stretched out his hand and hooked his fingers: "Brother, come here."

Master Song didn't move: "...What the hell is going on? Where is this?"

Song Shu was not annoyed, his hair hung down his cheeks, and he asked with a smile, "Brother, where do you think you should be?"

Master Song didn't dare to look at him, and said dully: "...Song Mansion in the capital, or...by my master's side."

Song Shu cross-examined him carefully, and finally figured out that his brother had lost his memory again.

Last time it was memory disorder, this time it is true amnesia.

It is the memory after the age of 17, I don't remember at all.

Including his experience of passing through and passing through.

Song Shu sighed silently, frowned, remembering Master Song's abnormalities these past few days, glanced at Master Song, and murmured in a low voice: "The amnesia is not cured, why is the memory going backwards, and it's getting worse?"

Master Song's ear pointed: "What amnesia? Am I amnesia?"

"Yeah," Song Shu didn't panic when he heard it, and raised his head leisurely, "Brother, I'm Xiaoshu. Have you forgotten?"

"But," Master Song hesitated, "how could you lie on the same bed with me and—"

He had a look of embarrassment.

Song Shu was angry and laughed again: "Does my brother dislike me? Or is he not happy?"

Master Song subconsciously argued: "I didn't, I just... want to know what's going on, and I don't mean to dislike you..."

"The truth is, I am Song Shu. We were together a month ago. I was here with you last night." Song Shu emphasized "here" deliberately, nodded the bed, and said with a meaningful smile, "The spring breeze once And you, you turned your face on me early in the morning."

"Impossible!" Master Song retorted, "You are talking nonsense! How could I..."

When he said this, his voice stopped abruptly, he hesitated and couldn't say the rest, his ears were red, his face was full of shame and anger, and his eyes were dodged.

"Brother refuses to admit it?" Song Shu looked at his rare innocent appearance, squinted his eyes and touched his cheeks, the depression in his heart was swept away, and instead he thought of making fun of it.

My brother is usually as sophisticated as an old fox, and he doesn't blush no matter how he flirts, but now this 17-year-old innocent Song Gongzi is quite fun to watch.

"Is it nonsense? You'll know if you look at it." Song Shu said, lifting out his arms covered in the quilt. The white and tender shoulders, arms, back... none of them were intact, they were all blue and purple. The hickey looked ambiguous and shocking.

Like poppies falling on the body of a beauty, with the ultimate temptation.

In fact, Master Song deliberately controlled it. It looked scary, but it didn't hurt in fact. Anyway, Song Shu still enjoyed it when he was with him.

But this innocent Xiao Song was obviously frightened, his eyes froze for a moment, and he said in shame, "Does it hurt?"

Song Shu deliberately smiled and said: "It hurts, my brother refuses to take pity on the fragrance and cherish the jade, what can I do if it hurts?"

Master Song stammered and covered his face: "Why don't you...put on your clothes first..."

Song Shu raised his eyes and said, "You help me wear it."

Before doing this kind of thing, Master Song helped him wear it.

Master Song: "I...I can't...no..."

The smile on Song Shu's face fell, and he leaned against the head of the bed with a flimsy appearance, like a delicate flower that has been over-ravaged (ravaged, wind-blown and rain-dropped). Trembling: "It hurts..."

Master Song: "..."

He gave in anyway.

With a blushing face, she moved over to dress him, and had to avoid seeing things she shouldn't have seen. She accidentally touched Song Shu's arm, and her blush spread from the base of her ears to the base of her neck.

Song Shu noticed his cautious movements, looked up to see this, and intentionally kissed him on the chin.

Master Song: "!"

He reacted greatly, just like a young girl with a yellow flower who has not been through human affairs, she jumped up and was about to retreat. Song Shu had expected it, grabbed his wrist, and pressed him on the bedside.

Master Song was stronger than him, and was about to break free when he raised his hand, but Song Shu looked down at him and said with aggrieved expression: "Brother, don't you want to be responsible for me?"

Master Song: "I..."

Song Shu blinked: "What are you?"

Master Song "I" for a long time, but "I" couldn't come out.

His tense body curves relaxed like a rout, and he leaned against the head of the bed resignedly, blushing and raised his head to the sky: "...I am responsible."

Song·Innocent Youth·Teacher versus Shang Song·Experienced·Book: In the first round, it was completely defeated.

The two lingered in the room for a long time, and finally came out. An Luan, who was waiting in the front hall, greeted him and complained: "Senior Brother! Why are you so slow! That Mr. Xue you sent to Vice General Zhao's men to give out the porridge caused trouble! He hit someone!"

"The common people know it now! No one wants to come to the stall to take medicine anymore. When I look for those children, they all ignore me-what is this called! It's all his fault!"

Master Song looked blank.

Song Shu frowned, stepped forward and asked, "What's the specific situation, let's talk about it carefully."

An Luan withdrew his gaze, sensed something was wrong, and asked hesitantly, "Second Young Master...Senior Brother?"

An Luan was not an outsider. Song Shu glanced at Master Song and sighed, "I lost my memory again."

They all knew that Master Song's memory was about to recover. Hearing this, An Luan said in astonishment: "Brother, something is wrong with his brain again?!"

Song Shu: "..."

Master Song: "..."

This "again" is very spiritual.

Regarding Xue Tong's matter, the whole story is actually very simple.

Xue Tong was envoyed by Master Song to work as a logistics guy in the barracks. Although this kind of rough work is not as life-threatening as being a striker, Xue Tong is still very dissatisfied.

After Zhao Xuan took him away, he swallowed his anger and worked in front of the stall for several days. Today, for some reason, he got into an argument with a commoner who came to get the medicine early in the morning, pushed the other party, and then you come to me Fight to the ground.

The person who was pushed was a commoner with a diseased left leg, and a rare young man in the city. He was a well-known hooligan in this area, and he was extremely hostile to outsiders.

Speaking of the reason for the fight, it was all because the local ruffian casually said that the imperial court was incompetent, the officers and soldiers were incompetent, and that Da Zhou would perish sooner or later.

When Song Shu and the two rushed over, Yang Chuan also arrived. He managed to separate the two angry guys, and was trying to persuade them to fight. At the end, he couldn't help it anymore, and reprimanded Xue Tong: "You There's no end to it! Let's forget about the turmoil here and there before, but now that you've entered the military camp, you still get into a big fight because of a trivial matter, and you go to the martial arts field to get beaten if you have nothing to do! Who has the time to like to watch you fight here!"

Xue Tong was pushed on the wooden bench beside him, trembling with anger when he heard this, pointed at the little gangster whose nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and said with a livid face: "Why don't you ask him what he said! How can I bear it? I've never been so angry in my life!"

The little bastard pointed his teeth sharply, stretched his head and said, "Did I say something wrong? What did I say and you reacted so violently?! Isn't it just telling the truth? Dazhou has a trash like you who will die." ? To become so angry with just one sentence, what a coward! What about the prime minister, I am! "

"you!"

Xue Tong got up and rolled up his sleeves and was about to hit someone again, but Yang Chuan pulled him up by the collar, his face sinking like water: "Prime Minister Xue Jiong is so handsome, a poor student, who has leaped through the dragon's gate and has a long history, to give birth to such a useless son like you Come on! He's right! You've been irritated like this in just one sentence. You're quite useless!"

Zhao Xuan stood by from the beginning to the end, in a dilemma, not knowing what to do.

Xue Tong was so angry that his face was blue and purple, and he couldn't move by the back of his neck. He looked around and saw Song Shu and the others coming. Although he was wearing a bamboo hat, he had sharp eyes and knew Song Shu's figure. , Immediately, his eyes lit up, and wept with joy: "Little book!"

He struggled to rush over, but Yang Chuan clenched his collar, Master Song subconsciously stopped Song Shu, and Song Shu took a step back, and supported the bamboo hat without changing his face: "What's going on?"

"They all scolded me!" Xue Tong snotted his nose and burst into tears, like a bullied child meeting his mother, "You judge Xiaoshu, shouldn't he be the one who should be scolded the most? Yang Sanquan is a big man, he knows how to bend his elbows Go outside and teach me a lesson!"

Yang Chuan's face darkened: "Who turned his elbow outward?!"

Song Shu pursed his lips and smiled silently, but the smile was hidden under the bamboo hat, no one saw it, Xue Tong was still howling, and the little gangster cursed again: "What's the matter, you still called someone to fight together, right? No one will help you bully me, a commoner?"

Yang Chuan endured and endured, and finally couldn't hold back, turned his head and cursed: "Shut up!"

The little gangster shivered from his yelling and dared not speak.

The howling sound in Xue Tong's mouth froze for a moment, and he immediately clapped his hands and laughed, "I told you to scold me!"

Yang Chuan slapped him on the back of the head, making him stagger half a step forward, and said unceremoniously, "Shut up, too!"

Xue Tong: "..."

Yang Chuan got angry, but his voice couldn't get down: "Every day you know you are in trouble! You have only been in the barracks for a few days?! You are enlisted in the army to train you! What are you doing? We are fighting on the front line, and you don't even know the logistics. If you don’t do it well, you’ll be dragging your feet…”

Xue Tong just refused to obey discipline, and the back of his fate was pinched in his hands, and he refused to stop talking: "Train me, train me and let me be a logistics guy? You throw me on the battlefield to kill people, it is better than letting me Be a useless cook and humiliate me!"

Several people looked at each other, and they all saw helplessness in each other's eyes.

Every time Xue Tong retorted, Song Shu always felt speechless.

In Master Song's words, that's too much to say.

Yang Chuan immediately exploded with anger, furious: "You still talk back! Why is the cook useless! Why is it a humiliation? I will give you a knife right now, do you dare to kill people?! If you have the ability, you rush to Shan Yuye Kill him in front of me and show me, and I will admit that you are a poor cook!"

"You can't even do a good job as a cook, and you get into trouble again and again. If you really put you on the battlefield, you must be the one who dies the fastest and straightest!"