a tavern

It was daylight and the streets were silent. "Yiyiyaya", the doors of Fugui Restaurant opened in all directions, ready to do business.The shop owner and second-in-law—Wen Cheng yawned, rubbed his eyes, looked up at the sky, and muttered: "It's too early today, and it's still foggy!" Turning around, he walked into the shop.

Taking a step, suddenly, I found that I couldn't move my right foot.I didn't dare to look down, but only felt a little, as if something was pinching my ankle tightly.Wen Cheng closed his eyes tightly in fright, and all the sleepy people were shocked.Holding the door frame firmly with his hands, he pulled his right leg hard, but it didn't move a bit.Bursts of mist floated in, making people even more creepy.Putting his hands together, Wen began to mutter uncontrollably: "Namo Amitabha...Namo Amitabha..."

"I...cough cough..." Someone seemed to be talking intermittently.

Wen Cheng slowly opened his eyes, saw that the three souls were almost frightened, and yelled "Ghost!" and fell to the ground, shrinking back desperately.

I saw the bloody "ghost" struggling to raise his head, staring straight at Wen Cheng: "Save me..." Before finishing speaking, he fell to the side, still holding the sword tightly in his hand.

Although her face was covered with blood, she could be vaguely identified as a young woman from her voice and body shape.Looking at each other just now, Wen Cheng clearly felt her desire for life, but without losing her dignity, her stubbornness and perseverance made people feel a little moved.

Wen Cheng bent his legs and moved back a bit, feeling extremely entangled in his heart: a dying person asks you for help, what should I do?Wen Cheng has always been not fond of meddling, and because of some special reasons of his own, he also does not want to have too much contact with others.In other words, he is a "timid and fearful" person.Hold on to the door, stand up, and take another look at the threshold: take a rough look, this person is the kind of quack who likes to fight and kill.If one fails, it can lead to fatal disasters.Wen Cheng secretly warned himself.

But now, it's unusual, human life is a matter of heaven and earth.After thinking about it a few times, Wen Cheng felt that there was no need to delay any longer, so he made a decisive decision and closed the shop.Half-supporting and half-dragging, he settled the injured person into the bedroom, and immediately trotted all the way to the Chengdong Medical Center without stopping...

The distant cousin came to Jiuxing Town in search of relatives from other places. When she passed the steep West Mountain, she accidentally slipped and fell, and almost died.After some rhetoric, it can be regarded as a fool.

To be honest, the sword wound is different from the gravel scratch, but the doctor can't afford to argue with him, it's nothing to do with him, he's fighting on both sides.The doctor prescribed the medicine, and then left, leaving instructions: "The skin trauma is serious, you need to rest..."

Just like that, a sign was hung outside the door of Fugui Restaurant, and it was closed for two days.On the afternoon of the third day, the restaurant opened, and several shopkeepers nearby, as well as regular customers passing by, came to greet them one after another: What happened to Mr. Xiaowen, who has always been hardworking and always working all year round?

In fact, except for one eye socket being blue, there is no difference.Wen Cheng pretended to have a headache and fever, said something slippery and wrestled, and the matter passed...

Fugui Restaurant is said to be a restaurant, but in fact, it is just a small tavern.As for Wen Cheng's tavern, it has only been open for two or three years in Jiuxing Town.The owner, Wen Cheng, is young, but he is hard-working and warm-hearted. He does business without deception.He is handsome and handsome, and is loved by the neighbors.

Young and old who have nothing to do in their spare time like to come here to have a few sips of wine and brag.After a few days without seeing anyone, many people were indeed worried about Wencheng.

After a face-to-face meeting, seeing that Wen Cheng was fine, he ordered a few small dishes familiarly and drank.There are only six or seven tables in the whole store, and it is full in a short while.Wencheng hurriedly called a familiar regular customer, and asked him to ask the chef hired by the store to cook. They were all from nearby houses and they knew each other very well.Here, I greeted first: "Thank you for your concern and support. I, Wen Cheng, have invited everyone for the first bowl of wine today!" As he spoke, he picked up the wine jar, set up the bowls, and poured them one by one, causing a commotion. cheers...

At the same time, in the backyard connected to the tavern, in the bedroom, the injured woman was in a mess of thoughts.Struggling, wanting to sit up, but powerless: "Where am I? Who was that person just now? I... who am I?"

"Hiss...", the woman frowned, and reached out to touch the back of her head. There was a dull pain there, which prevented her from concentrating.Tangled thinking, but to no avail, half a stick of incense was not available, and fell asleep again...

"Uncle Zhang, this is your wine! Take it! You have to go slowly!" After making a jug of wine from the wine jar, handed it to the guest, and watched him leave.

On the counter, "crackling", the abacus made a mess, and Wen Cheng settled the account.There are many people today, and the guests stay for a long time.I have made a lot of money, and my mood is not a little good, but a great one.Secret joy: Sure enough, it is enough to hire a cook, and the accountant and waiter can earn money by doing it themselves.I'm a little tired, but when I think of the white silver, I feel comfortable all over.

"Go back and sleep well!" Wen Cheng stretched, turned off the oil lamp, and walked slowly towards the backyard.As soon as the hand touched the door, it seemed to be scalded, and then retracted and slapped the head: "I almost forgot, there is still a big trouble here!"

Thinking about it, the left eye socket seemed to be hot again suddenly.But left and right, hiding is not an option.I could only bite the bullet, pushed open the door, and walked into the bedroom.

Turning on the oil lamp, looking back, in the dim and flickering light, I saw the woman sitting straight on the bed, staring at Wen Cheng with her big dark eyes.Almost scared him half to death: "Girl, tell me you, why do you always like to play tricks and frighten people?"

What happened at noon left him with lingering fears, and he stood far away: "Let's say yes first, I saved you, you...don't take revenge for your kindness!"Judging by her posture when she came, it was not a joke.

"I..." The girl didn't reply, her eyes were gentle, she pointed at herself: "Do you know me? Who am I?"

"How do I know..." Before the words finished, Wen Cheng realized in an instant: "You, forgot who you are?" As he spoke, he moved closer and waved his hand in front of her eyes.

"Uh... No, I'm not blind!" Wen Cheng continued to ask, "How did you get here, do you remember?"

What I got was still shaking my head with a look of bewilderment and confusion.Wen Cheng was startled: I'm afraid I really forgot, what should I do?I was thinking, seeing that her clothes are made of high-quality materials, I have saved her life anyway, so I am so happy, this is it!

Wen Cheng had a bitter look on his face, feeling unwilling, but helpless: "Well, I'm unlucky, and I got punched by you for nothing."

"Who told you to get so close? As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a man..." As she spoke, the girl seemed a little embarrassed, her face blushed, and she lowered her head slowly.

"I... a man?" Wen Cheng pointed at himself, being misunderstood, but he couldn't speak, and it was even more miserable: "Oh... I was just wiping your face for you, don't be ignorant of good people." Wen Cheng cut it off abruptly. Stop talking.

Just like that, in the dim hut, the two were silent, each having their own thoughts, and frowning...

In the end, it was Wen Cheng who said: "I see, you're almost healed. After a day or two, leave!" stay.Moreover, sleeping on the soft couch in the study for the past two days made his back ache.

Who knows, the girl burst into tears when she heard what he said, and she didn't say much.No one can understand the loneliness and confusion in a person who doesn't even know his own name.

When Wencheng saw her, the pear blossoms were raining, and he couldn't bear it.To be honest, this girl is quite beautiful, Wen Cheng realized it when he wiped her face.Among the people he had met, it was unique.The skin is like curdled fat, and due to excessive blood loss, it is even paler, exuding a kind of delicate beauty.Looking at myself again, it's a difference between cloud and mud.For some reason, Wen Cheng unconsciously compared himself with her.

Especially her pearl-like eyes, as if she could speak.For example, now, crying and complaining, people unconsciously feel pity for her.It's hard to connect her with the previous fierce woman.

"Oh...don't cry!" Wen Cheng was soft-hearted, he couldn't see anyone crying, and he pitied her situation.Gritting her teeth, she made a decision: "How about you just stay here. When will you recover your memory and make another plan, will it work?"

This is a helpless way, she can't really drive her out, right? To treat a person who has no memory, Wen Cheng feels that he can't be cruel: who doesn't have a problem?Especially for a single woman who is away, it would be great if she could help!

The girl raised her head, her eyes were red, and she nodded gratefully.I decided in my heart: This is a good person.

The water in the wooden barrel is full of steam in the slight cold of winter.There are clean clothes beside the bed, although they are men's clothes, but looking at the filth and bad smell all over his body.The woman didn't care too much, and as soon as Wen Cheng exited and closed the door, she couldn't wait to undress and take off her belt.It seems that Ai Jie's temper, whether she remembers it or not, is an instinct...

"Squeak!" Wen Cheng pushed open the door, and what came into his eyes was a pretty woman in obscene clothes, surrounded by heat.I saw that her face was flushed, but she didn't know whether it was because of heat or shame, it was more likely because of anger.Too shocked, for a while, the two looked at each other in blank dismay.

"I... I didn't see anything..." Not wanting to suffer further crimes, Wen Cheng quickly closed his eyes, and handed over the dry cloth tremblingly to show his innocence: "I... I came to deliver this, Who knew you would take it off so quickly...and I'm not..." She wanted to explain, but she didn't finish.

"Go out soon?" The girl blushed and stomped her feet angrily.Without waiting for the second sentence, Wen Cheng turned around and ran away.

In an unexpected situation, he is still his own benefactor, and he must not do the thing of repaying favor and revenge!What about Zhien Tubao?Thinking about it, the girl's face seemed to turn redder...