Puzzled

In the courtyard of Wenfu, the wind sends you tanxiang, as if someone is knocking on the door and window in the night.The smoke is heavy, and no one sees its fragrance.Hibiscus flowers bring dew, tung leaves dance in the autumn wind, flowers still fall without rain, catkins fly by themselves without wind.

Three days passed, Wen Nanhui stayed by Su Yanhui's side all the time, and everyone else went to a nearby inn to stay temporarily.

The moonlight is like water, the drizzle falls quietly on the sleeves of clothes, and the light shadows and stars are nestled together.

Su Yanhui had already opened his eyes for a while in the darkness, seeing that the person who rescued him was sleeping on his stomach while sitting on the edge of the bed, he felt a pain in his heart: How long has he been guarding here?

Unable to bear to wake him up, Su Yanhui took a deep breath by himself. Unexpectedly, just taking a deep breath at this moment would wake up the people around him, and he slept so lightly.

Wen Nanhui held his hand in surprise: "Yanhui, you... have finally woken up."

Su Yanhui could hear that he was speaking in a low voice, but the excitement and joy in his tone were beyond words.

"I'm... much better, where is this?"

"This is my home. You have been in a coma for three days, and you lost so much blood, it scared me to death...but it will be fine if you wake up."

"It's been three days...well. I have to leave quickly, and I have to go to Yumei Palace to see if Mo'er has left the customs..." Su Yanhui struggled to prop up one arm, but soon fell down again.

"Yanhui, don't move. I haven't eaten for three days. Wait a minute. I'll get you some food. I'll be there right away."

"Ugh……"

Before Su Yanhui had time to call him to stop, Wen Nanhui had already left the room.

That person is very familiar, and that painting is also very familiar.

After thinking wildly for a while, Wen Nanhui had already come in with delicious dishes and steamed buns.

Su Yanhui twitched his index finger, unexpectedly Wen Nanhui just brought a bowl of porridge, put down the other delicacies, and helped Su Yanhui sit up, leaning against the head of the bed.

Wen Nanhui sat by the bed, scooped up a spoonful of steaming black rice porridge with a small spoon, blew on it gently, and said, "Yanhui, you haven't eaten for a long time, eating too much at once will hurt your health." If it reaches your stomach, you can only take it slowly and open your mouth."

Saying that the spoon had been delivered to Su Yanhui's mouth, Su Yanhui leaned back unconsciously, and Wen Nanhui's soft voice like the moonlight tonight sounded again: "Open your mouth."

The pink petals were lightly opened, Wen Nanhui smiled and gently fed him a spoonful of porridge.

"Who... are you?" Su Yanhui said.

Wen Nanhui had already sketched in his mind countless times the scene where he asked who he was after losing his memory, but when he actually asked, no matter how well rehearsed he was in the past, he couldn't make an expression. All that was left was heartache. To be unable to breathe, to be forgotten, it turns out to be such a pain.

"Wen Nan Hui."

"Oh." After Su Yanhui said, think about it, Wen Nanhui? ……do not know.

Su Yanhui lowered his eyes and said nothing, Ren Wennan fed him the bowl of porridge and took care of him meticulously.

Wen Nanhui was smiling all the time, but who knew what kind of sadness and suffering was hidden under his smile?Knowing that Su Yanhui has forgotten about himself, but still hoping that one day he can suddenly hug her and call herself "Ms. Take him to sing to wine and watch Yuxue from afar.Yanhui is like a piece of incense, and Danqing misses it very much!

……

The next day, Su Yanhui's condition had improved, but there was only one thing on his mind and mouth: go to Jiangling to find Mo'er.

Wen Nan couldn't hold back him, so he could only take this big oil bottle with Jiang Daiqing, Gu Xueran and Ji Ruyu to accompany him to Jiangling.

……

Warm spring, blooming flowers, rising sun, and gentle breeze.

Jiangling is still as gentle and pleasant as ever, like a lady in the south of the Yangtze River.

In the inn, the five of them had already settled down and planned to stay here for a while before making plans.

Su Yanhui sat on the stool in his room, staring absentmindedly at the exquisitely carved table.After all, it was Wen Nanhui's treat, so it must be a high-end and high-end room. He asked for a total of five rooms, because Wen Nanhui wanted to live with Su Yanhui, but he couldn't, and he didn't want to live with Jiang Daiqing. To live, only one room per person.

Suddenly, the door of Su Yanhui's room was pushed open, and when he looked up, it was Gu Xueran and Ji Ruyu who came.

"Young Master Gu, Young Master Ji." Su Yanhui stood up and said, "What's the matter? Please sit down."

Sitting down, Gu Xueran lowered her head and did not speak, while Ji Ruyu's eyes always drifted out of the window.

Su Yanhui didn't intend to say anything, just left blank, letting time pass by.

After a while, both Wen Nanhui and Jiang Daiqing came.

Su Yanhui looked at Wen Nanhui. Although he was smiling, his eyes were full of sadness, and his eyes could not lie.

After a long time, the silence was broken by Su Yanhui: "Pei Yimo is practicing the tenth stage of "White Plum and Jade Hairpin"."

Everyone was astonished. Although Gu Xueran knew about it a long time ago, what kind of state is it when she reaches the tenth stage!

"You... what did you say? The disappeared secret book "White Plum Jade Hairpin" is in Pei Yimo's hands?" Jiang Daiqing said in surprise.

Su Yanhui nodded: "Mo'er...will not live long."

Gu Xueran said: "This kind of evil work always requires people to pay a cruel price. If it is in my hands, I will definitely burn it!"

Just as they were sighing, the sadness in Wen Nanhui's eyes deepened. If Pei Yimo was going to die soon, wouldn't Su Yanhui be left alone?

How much I want to tell Su Yanhui about my past, maybe he will change his mind...

Jiang Daiqing looked at Wen Nanhui's increasingly complicated expression, and suddenly grabbed his hanging hand.

The movement was so big that everyone saw it.Su Yanhui saw that Nanhui and Jiang Daiqing seemed to have a good relationship, and wanted to ask him about the past, but swallowed it again.

They seem to be in a good relationship, so don't bother them.

……

How much I want to meet Pei Yimo.

Su Yanhui drank tea alone in the room, thinking of the Jingxiu white plums in Chang'an, and the Lilong jade hairpin in Jiangling.The jade of Jingxiu, the pearl of Lilong, the beautiful men in the world, and the ink of Jiangling.Yimo, you are a perfect myth, you are unparalleled.

It's just... Su Yanhui frowned, and there was a gentle, distant figure that always fell into his dreams recently. The first time he dreamed that that person was fighting against him in a lantern festival, he seemed very unhappy. The second time Then I dreamed that the person met me upstairs in the moon, and I said some outrageous things. For the third time, I dreamed that the person and I were having sex....

It's just that in every dream, that person's face is blurred and cannot be seen clearly.

At night, Su Yanhui fell asleep again, but this time he dreamed that the person was sitting in the water with his back turned to him, naked and his upper body was exposed.

The fan in his hand fell to the ground suddenly, and his face blushed. The man seemed to hear the sound and turned his head. His face... was still blurred.

Then the time changed, and this time he and that man stood in front of Luo Shili's grave, and the man said to himself, Yanhui, it's okay.

Suddenly, I felt a splitting headache. Wasn't this sentence... that Wen Nanhui said to himself a few days ago?Why did I hear it in this dream, and it seemed to be said by the same person!

Waking up suddenly, Su Yanhui was already dripping with sweat.

That person... a little closer.