Chasing Husband Diary

With Mo Che's help, and the villagers taking care of each other spontaneously, Yu Fu was much more relaxed, and could spare time to read more medical books.

The injuries on the villagers' bodies were temporarily restrained by his medicine. Although they didn't fester further, they didn't get better. It was still not a long-term solution.

Yu Fu became more and more anxious, gave up the rest time, didn't sleep all night, and read desperately, no matter how much Ren Moche and the book boy tried to persuade him, it was useless, they agreed, but their buttocks seemed to be stuck to the stool. I couldn't move my eyes from the book.

How could it be that none of the poisonous records left by Master had symptoms similar to those of these villagers?

It's so strange, there is such a vicious poison in the world, it has no roots and no source, no cure, and it is so contagious. In just a few days, there were more than a dozen infected patients in the small hospital. Still serious.

To be on the safe side, he asked Mo Che and Shutong to wear face cloths and wear sachets on their bodies. He made it himself, and it contained some herbs that could cure all kinds of poisons. Although he didn't know if it would work, it was better than nothing.

At noon, Yufu had no appetite and couldn't eat anything, so he had to go to the back mountain to collect herbs with a bamboo basket on his back. There were hoes and other tools in the bamboo basket. I didn't have time to clean them up last time, and the blade was still stained with dead soil.

"I'll go with you." Seeing this, Mo Che put down what he was doing, walked to his side, and reached for his bamboo basket, "I'll carry it."

"No need, I can do it by myself." Yu Fu refused without thinking, and put his backhand behind his back, protecting the bamboo basket.

He was not as strong as Mo Che, so he couldn't twist him. His wrist was pulled away, and the bamboo basket was easily taken off his shoulder and carried on Mo Che's body.

He made the bamboo basket by himself. According to his height, Mo Che is a head taller than him and has wider shoulders, so the bamboo basket looks extraordinarily small on his back, which makes people laugh.

Yu Fu pursed his lips, didn't smile, just looked at him suspiciously, his watery eyes seemed to be able to speak.

Mo Che sighed helplessly, and explained, "You haven't had a good rest these days, and you haven't eaten properly. I'm afraid you won't be able to take it anymore."

"I'm fine, don't worry, I know Houshan very well, nothing will happen..."

Yu Fu finished speaking halfway, Mo Che accepted his words, and said in a low voice, "I understand what you said, but I still don't feel relieved if you go alone, I know you are very tired these days, so, you Don't be brave in front of me."

"I..." Yu Fu wanted to say something, looked into Mo Che's eyes, hesitated to speak, all the words seemed pale and powerless, and finally turned into a helpless sigh.

"I feel so useless that I can't save them."

His voice was hoarse, with a hint of crying, his lowered eyebrows were listless, and his look of loss made people feel distressed.

There was a seven or eight-year-old child in the yard who had been suffering from this disease for more than half a month. This morning, he still couldn’t get over it. He died and suffered great pain. There was not a piece of intact skin all over his body. It was festered and painful. Rolling on the ground, crying for his mother, the decocted medicine didn't work for him, and when he died, his wide eyes didn't close, and he looked terrified.

A living person disappeared right under his nose, although he was used to seeing life and death, this incident was still a big blow to Yu Fu, he couldn't eat for a whole day, and he didn't want to drink water.

"You did well enough." Mo Che was so distressed that he couldn't help but reach out and rub his hair, comforting him softly.

Yu Fu closed his eyes, relaxed all over, and subconsciously leaned into his arms.

Mo Che stretched out his hand to hug him, but before he touched anyone, Yu Fu paused, gently pushed him away, took two steps back, and smiled at him with a somewhat embarrassed expression.

At that moment, the face of his senior brother appeared in his mind, and he suddenly realized that he had lost his composure in front of a stranger.

"Let's go, it's too late." Yu Fu said softly, his face was reddish, he turned around, his eyes were embarrassed to meet him.

"Ah."

Mo Che took two steps out with the bamboo basket on his back, but when he saw that he hadn't followed, he turned around, gently held his wrist, and led him out.

Yu Fu was stunned for a moment, and obediently followed him.

His steps have always been long, and Yu Fu has to trot for a while to keep up with two steps.

Mo Che noticed it, and took the initiative to slow down his pace, walking side by side with him.

Yufu quietly let out a sigh of relief.

The two of them walked quietly, and along the way, neither of them opened their mouths to speak. As they walked, Mo Che was a little distracted. When he thought that it was Yu Fu who was leading him, and the person who was thinking about him was by his side, he couldn't bear it. Stay tuned.

The movement of holding hands became restless, and the fingers on Hao's wrist moved down little by little, pinching into the gaps between the fingers, becoming an intimacy of interlocking fingers.

Yu Fu didn't pay attention at first, just looking around to see if there was any herbal medicine he wanted, when he realized something was wrong, he was stunned for a moment, then silently withdrew his hand, took two steps to the side calmly, and kept a close relationship with Mo Che. distance.

This person always does some strange actions, which makes him very uncomfortable and awkward.

Mo Che looked at his empty palm, pursed his lips, looked a little disappointed, felt sore, walked forward quietly, his steps became heavy, and the dead leaves under his feet rustled.

He frowned, looking thoughtful, and comforted himself, "To Yufu, he is just a stranger, it's normal not to want to get close to him, don't act too hastily."

Jealousy cannot be eliminated. No matter how you convince yourself, people are always greedy. When you meet, you want to own it, and when you have it, you want to monopolize it.

What are you asking for?

Mo Che himself couldn't explain clearly, probably because he was afraid that Yu Fu would remember, but also that he would not be able to remember, it was very contradictory.

"what!"

As he was walking, he suddenly stopped.

Yu Fu was made uncomfortable by his holding hands, followed two steps behind, lowered his head to look at the road under his feet, and didn't look ahead, he didn't know that he stopped, bumped into his back suddenly, and let out a cry of surprise. call.

"Why didn't you stop and say nothing..." He held his nose, teary, and complained in a low voice.

Mo Che's back was as hard as iron, he didn't look at the road, and bumped his face, his upturned and soft nose was the first to suffer, the bump was so hard that tears rolled in his eyes in pain.

"I'm sorry." Without thinking, Mo Che blurted out an apology. Mo Che turned around, supported the stumbling man in front of him, bent down, gently pulled his hand away, and stared at his nose seriously.

The tip of her nose was red from being bumped, and tears kept coming out, but fortunately, the skin was not broken.

He wanted to reach out to touch, but Yu Fu put one hand against his chest, and hid his head back.

Mo Che withdrew his hand in frustration, looked at him, eyes full of guilt, and said again softly, "I'm sorry."

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

The pain is certain, but seeing the guilt in his eyes, Yu Fu couldn't speak anymore, sucked his nose, rubbed it with his hands, tears came out of the pain, hissed, pretended to be nothing happened, and shook his head Shaking his head, he said softly, "It doesn't hurt."

With his tearful appearance, what he said was not convincing at all. Mo Che pursed his thin lips, his brows were furrowed, and the tails of his eyes drooped downwards, like an aggrieved puppy with melancholy eyes, staring straight at him .

Yu Fu met his eyes, froze suddenly, looked into his eyes, was attracted by the rich black color, unconsciously stared in fascination, with a blank expression, the eyes in front of him gradually merged with a pair of golden eyes Overlapping and changing back and forth, he couldn't tell the truth from the fake.

This look is so familiar, but where have you seen it?

He couldn't remember.

He felt a sharp stabbing pain in his head, his vision was blurred, and there were countless voices talking in his ears, and many people were calling his name.

But he opened his mouth, unable to utter a single word, like a drowning person, unable to breathe, panting heavily, but unable to make a sound.

He held his head and backed away again and again, with a terrified expression, as if he had been stunned.

"Yufu!" Mo Che grabbed his wrist, forced him to raise his head, looked at himself, and called his name over and over again in his ear, tirelessly calling his soul back.

The corners of Yufu's eyes were wet, and he looked at him absent-mindedly. It took him a long time to find the focus. He rubbed his sore brows, took several deep breaths, calmed down his breath, and asked softly, "Mr. Shen, what can I do?" What's wrong?"

Shen Ling was the name of the mortal Mo Che possessed.

It just happened, but he has no memory. He only remembers that his head hurts, as if it is about to split open, and he doesn't know what he did.

Mo Che was taken aback, and asked hesitantly, "Don't you remember?"

With doubts in his eyes, he shook his head.

Mo Che described his gaffe just now, looked at him worriedly, and asked cautiously, "You kept yelling not to come over, did you think of someone?"

He didn't finish some words, when Yu Fu was struggling, apart from yelling not to come over, he kept repeating two sentences, "I'm not wrong" and "Brother, save me".

What he saw was probably the unbearable past of the Celestial Clan. Even if the memory was erased, some fear and resentment were buried deep in his heart, which could not be erased or waved away. Time suddenly appeared, disturbing his peaceful life.

He was afraid that Yu Fu would recall his memories from the heavens, and hoped that he could remember their past.

If you can choose memory, you can choose whether to love or not to love, that would be great.

"Who..." Yu Fu looked at him, his eyes gradually became distorted, and he muttered in his mouth, trying to remember, but his mind went blank.

Suddenly, his eyes darkened and he passed out.

"Feather float!"

Mo Che hugged his limp body.

He looked around, carried him into a cave in front of him, took off his outer shirt and put it on the ground, let Yufu lie on it, and, ignoring other things, opened his collar to let him breathe more freely .

He was so focused on Yu Fu that he was so worried that he didn't notice the pile of burnt ashes and pieces of clothes on the ground.

When he saw it, he was stunned for a moment, unable to laugh or cry, with a bitter taste in his heart.

Isn't this place the cave where he and Yufu met for the first time?

Fate is really wonderful.