A glass of wine

Lan Haoyu was worried and anxious because of Yichen's body, so Lan Huai came in again and said, "Sir, Mr. Zeng still says no."

Lan Haoyu looked at Lan Huai, with such a look of impending rain that Lan Huai couldn't say a word.

Lan Haoyu touched Yichen's flushed cheek again, and stood up.

Before going out, Lan Haoyu looked back at Yichen who was on the bed. Yichen's blushing cheeks and painful and fragile expression made his heart ache.

Why is it Yichen who suffers from these diseases every time? He frowned in pain, and the sadness solidified in his dark eyes seemed to never go away.

"Your master is really in retreat?" Lan Haoyu held a dedicated phone, his voice was low, and it seemed that there was no emotion or emotion in it, which made Lan Huai, who was standing by the side, feel a chill down his back, and his body also felt cold because of Lan Hao's voice. Yu could not restrain his trembling from the kind of hostility that was so cold to a certain level.

She has served Lan Haoyu for more than ten years, and this is the first time she has seen him so violent.

At this moment, he was like a demon from hell.

The voice on the other end of the phone was a clear and gentle girl's voice, "The servant dare not lie, the master is indeed retreating, this time it will take ninety-nine and 81 days, and it will come out in exactly seven days, the servant dare not disturb the master, let him waste all his previous efforts. "

The girl seemed to have no emotion, she was not affected by the air pressure in Lan Haoyu's voice at all, her voice was as clear and melodious as ever.

Lan Haoyu had no choice but to hang up the phone.The scholarly family envoy, the strange thief, sat there quietly without saying a word.

Lan Huai, who was standing by the side, didn't dare to speak. After a long time, Lan Huai couldn't bear it anymore, and said, "Sir, Mr. Zeng can't come over, so what about Young Master Ye's illness?"

Lan Haoyu was silent for a while, and when he heard Lan Huai talking about Yichen, the hostility on his body gradually dissipated. Lan Huai saw Lan Haoyu sigh, it was a sigh of powerlessness in the face of fate , even a person like Lan Haoyu sometimes cannot control his fate.

Lan Haoyu stood up and walked to the bedroom, and said, "There is a pill in the main house, which can help stabilize the soul, go and find that medicine for Xiaochen to eat, I will take him to Qingling Mountain, there is always a way of."

Yichen felt unbearably suffocated, his stomach was nauseous, and he wanted to vomit.

It's just that he didn't eat anything at all in the past two days, and his nausea was just retching for a while.

Lan Haoyu hugged his body and supported his shoulders, seeing that he was about to vomit but couldn't vomit, his stomach kept convulsing, and even his body was trembling, he really couldn't do anything about Yichen's situation now Although I feel sad and feel sorry for him, I can only watch him being tortured by illness.

He has suffered this kind of pain before, and he would rather suffer physically than suffer this kind of mental torture.

Yichen retched for a while, then leaned against Lan Haoyu's body without strength, closed his eyes, and was not conscious.

Lan Haoyu took the hot towel presented by the servant and wiped his mouth.When he put Yichen back on the bed, Yichen slowly opened his eyes if he moved.

The room was filled with a distant fragrance, that fragrance seemed to come from a dream, faint, faint, familiar, and with a kind of heaviness.

A slightly sad nostalgia rose in Yichen's heart, someone's fingers were gently touching his cheek, that feeling was really nostalgic.

He knew who it was that was touching his cheek, but he still wanted to get a good look at him.

Trying to open his eyes, the light in the room was dim. It took him a long time to see the person in front of him. The person who took care of him was haggard, with heavy shadows under his eyes. He wanted to reach out to touch him, but he didn't. Without strength, he could only call him in a low voice, "Yu Jiaxiang..."

Lan Haoyu was startled, his pupils shrank for a moment, then he showed a smile, lowered his head and forehead to Yichen's, and then kissed his bloodless lips again, saying, "Well, wake up gone."

Yichen looked at him for a while, and said in a weak voice, "It's strange, why do I think you've changed?"

Lan Haoyu felt sore in his heart, and teased him fondly, "Did you become a fool after sleeping?"

Yichen felt a headache, turned his head to one side, and said bitterly, "I want to drink some water."

Lan Haoyu quickly asked someone to pour water.

Yichen glanced across the room, the bed curtain above his head was beige silk with peony patterns, the bed was very soft, and there was a shelf on the other side of the bed, on which the liquid in the infusion bag was being infused into his body Inside, there is an elegant and refined picture of lotus hanging on the opposite wall, and the cushions and pillows on the mahogany couch are beige checkered...

The curtains of the windows were drawn, and the curtains embroidered with peonies made Yichen dazed.

Yichen felt strange, how could he change places after sleeping.

When Lan Haoyu fed Yichen to drink water, Yichen frowned, his mind became confused again, and asked, "Where is this place? Who are you?"

If Lan Haoyu hadn't been mentally prepared, the cup in his hand would probably fall.

He wiped the water stains from the corners of Yichen's mouth with a towel, kissed his lips that were a little bloody from the water, and said, "This is the main house, I am you... Husband."

Yichen stared at him in amazement for a long time, still unable to react from the vocabulary of the 'husband', until he was tired, he lowered his eyes and fell asleep again.

I woke up again in the morning. At his request, the curtains in the room were pulled open. From the large glass window, I could see the outside scenery. It was a rockery by the lotus pond, and golden yellow flowers were planted on the rockery. The chrysanthemums in the lotus pond on one side have already withered, leaving a pond of residual lotus, but the chrysanthemums on the rockery are in full bloom. Open the window, and the fragrance of chrysanthemums will float into the room, and the fragrance of chrysanthemums will dissipate. Yichen still felt physically uncomfortable with the original distant, psychedelic aroma in the room, but his mind became clearer.

He suddenly couldn't remember the past, his mind went blank, but his thinking was good, he could recognize every piece of furniture in the room, he also knew that the chrysanthemums outside the window bloomed in late autumn, and he even knew how to draw Residual lotus can show their beauty even more.

He felt a little uneasy in his heart, yes, anyone who has forgotten the past should be uneasy.

Lan Haoyu went around the screen and walked to Yichen's bed. When Yichen saw him, he smiled weakly at him and said, "You're here."

Lan Haoyu sat down beside him, leaned over and kissed his forehead, and said, "I have to take you for treatment. When you recover, you will remember the past."

The fever on Yichen's body finally subsided, so his cheeks also changed from crimson when he had a fever to sickly pale, but his eyes were very energetic, clear to the bottom, black and bright and flawless.

These are the effects of Dinghun Pill, which fixes his soul, but it is imprisoned, so that he can't remember the past for a period of time, so that his body will not collapse due to the restlessness of the soul and disordered memory.

Yichen, who didn't remember the past, became extraordinarily well-behaved, as if she had returned to her formerly gorgeous, gentle and elegant appearance.

Looking at him like this, Lan Haoyu sometimes really has an irrepressible thought, let his Xiaochen be like this forever, anyway, this person is his and will always be his, so, he can't remember Remember what happened before.

Yichen's smile became brighter, he stretched out his hand from the quilt, and gently covered Lan Haoyu's hand, his voice was gentle and sweet, "I don't remember the past, I am quite worried, you say that, I will Don't worry."

In Yichen's words, Lan Haoyu's bad thoughts immediately collapsed, he couldn't let Yichen live in anxiety about losing his memory no matter what.

The servant came in with rice porridge. Yichen's stomach is not very good, and he can only eat porridge recently.

He felt that he was not a useless person, so he didn't want Lan Haoyu to feed him. He took the porridge and ate it. After drinking a few spoonfuls, he lost his appetite. Eat some more.

He could see Lan Haoyu's worry when he looked at him, and he didn't want to make him more worried.

After Yichen ate a few more spoonfuls, he couldn't eat any more. Lan Haoyu wiped the corners of his mouth.

Yichen felt sorry, "I'm sorry, I... always make you worry."

Lan Haoyu took the porridge bowl in his hand and handed it to the servant behind him, "Don't think about it, take good care of your body, if you feel sorry for me, hurry up and let your body get better."

Yichen nodded with a smile, seeing the servant go out with the bowl, his eyes flickered, his dark and beautiful eyes flashed with water, he leaned closer to Lan Haoyu, Lan Haoyu didn't move at that moment Dare to move, he saw Yichen's long eyelashes close at hand, trembling because of shyness and uneasiness, smelled the faint fragrance of Dinghun Wan on his body with a psychedelic taste, he was intoxicated at that moment, his A soft kiss was felt on the lips.

Yichen pulled the quilt uncomfortably, and after sitting down, he lowered his head and dared not look at Lan Haoyu.

Lan Haoyu's heart softened into a puddle of water, he looked at Yichen quietly, sat on the bedside and hugged him in his arms.

Yichen's shy initiative to kiss caused ripples in Lan Haoyu's heart lake. How many years he had been waiting alone, the waiting was always worth it.

As long as this person appears in front of him, even if he only smiles at him, then his efforts will be rewarded.