Chapter 27 Sorry, I lost my memory

This chapter is more than 5,000~me~Kaka~but I have written so much, there are still so few comments, and the collection is not long... I'm a little disappointed~

The whole body seemed to be light and weightless. An Qiaoya felt as if he were petals floating on the water. All his strength was drained and he could only drift forward helplessly.

There is no sound around, the silence is terrible, and the eyes are all black.

"...Look, I said she's all right, but you still don't believe it!"

It seems that someone is talking from afar, vaguely, sounding like an elderly man. Is it Li Jian?

"...Who told you to take her into the woods without permission? You just want to kill her, don't you? The angry female voice is very young and... familiar!

Angioya frowned. Why did she think this voice was so familiar? It seems that she knew the owner of the voice a long time ago.

"...If she didn't go there, how could she meet..." The old man also seemed to be angry and said quickly and anxiously.

Does "she" refer to her? Who or what will she meet? What the old man said was so vague that she couldn't hear it clearly.

"Even so, why did you drive the wild boar in front of her? You want to scare her to death?" The young woman's voice is still very loud.

"...Uh, this..." Probably felt embarrassed, and the old man's voice unconsciously weakened, "That... I... I didn't know she was so scared... She used to be so violent... I thought she was quite bold..."

Good! It turned out that you came to scare me! Anchoa got angry when she heard this. If she hadn't been unable to do anything now and could only float slowly in the dark, she would definitely beat the old man and let him see what real "violence" is!

"Bad old man! No matter how bold she is, it's still the past! Now she is a mortal with no power to bind chickens!!!"

The young woman raised her tone.

"...Uh...that pure mistake...mistake..." The old man's voice was obviously a little lack of confidence, and Anjoya could almost imagine his awkwardness of wiping his sweat with a small handkerchief.

"Error?!" Now the young woman really screamed, "How dare you make a mistake? If you hadn't been drunk and smashed the glass, she would have been here now? If it hadn't been for the faint old man who sent people to the wrong place, her children would have been very happy now. How could she have suffered???

Good to say! Angioa almost applauded her. Although she was confused.

"I don't care! You must ensure that she will be safe in the future, otherwise...hum!"

The more An Qiaoya listens, the more she wants to laugh. For some reason, she just likes the arrogant tone of young women that does not make people feel excessive. It feels like watching her sister act coquettishly.

"But no one is..."

"Hmm?" The young woman squirted hard from her nose, and her tone was full of naked threats. "Have you forgotten who suffered for you?"

"This... er... this... okay, okay, I'll try my best." Probably guilty, the old man had no choice but to compromise.

"Hmm! ╭(╯^╰)╮, it's almost."

"Then...you can go, right? It's time for her to wake up.

"Nonsense!"

“......”

The voice of the dialogue between the two became smaller and smaller. An Qiaoya straightened her ears but couldn't hear anything. No way, it flashed like this?

"Sister, don't worry, it's okay. Live at ease, and I will always protect you."

is the young woman just now, whose voice seems to come from a very distant place.

Sister?

"Wait, don't go! Make it clear! Ah, hello..."

Not far ahead, a dazzling light suddenly appeared in the thick ink-like darkness, as if someone had cut a gap in her space as an eggshell with a chisel, and the light kept leaking along the gap. It's like dozens of golden silk falling from the sky, dazzling and extraordinary. Under the background of darkness, it is as beautiful as a dream.

The power in her body gradually came back. Anjoya struggled to stand up in the dark, circled left and down, and nothing moved except her heavy breathing. She couldn't even see an ant around her, not to mention the figure of an old man and a young man who had just talked in her ear.

"Hey~" With his hands wrapped around his mouth, Anjoya shouted at the invisible place with all his strength: "Is anyone there? Hey...do anyone hear me???

"...go, follow the light...go...go...go..." It's like a tape that was playing suddenly jumped the needle, and the voice of the old man who spoke before became more and more hoarse and difficult to understand like distortion, and disappeared suddenly.

An Qiaoya took a look at the beam of light and was stunned to find that all the light was quietly entangled, slowly rolling into a fat golden ball. At this moment, the ball, which looks like a golden egg, is slowly floating forward.

and? Not following?

After hesitation, I still decided to be obedient. God knows where this is. What if I can't get out all my life? And the ancients also summed up an experience. It's always right to follow the light!

Concided, Anjoya straightened her collar and quickly followed.

With her departure, everything in the dark gradually disappeared like melted dark chocolate, and Anchoa's consciousness gradually blurred.

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In the middle of the night, the whole hidden cottage was still brightly lit, and nearly half of the people gathered in front of the door of Aoxueju, but unlike the lively noise of previous parties, everyone just stood quietly, holding torches as a lampstand, or murmured with their worried faces.

"Do you think the young lady will wake up this time?" A middle-aged man with a sharp mouth and a monkey's cheek raised a torch and asked in a low voice to the woman standing beside him with a drooling half-sized child in her arms.

"Dogs can't spit ivory!" The woman turned her head and went out the middle-aged man fiercely and whispered, "Miss, the lucky man has his own heavenly appearance, and the Buddha will definitely bless her through the difficulties!"

"That's right," the kitchen maid who also stood next to him also said, "Didn't the young lady wake up three days later last time? The old genius won't let the young lady so early... Just..." Probably considering that the following words were not auspicious, she didn't say it.

"But this time I've been unconscious for four days and three nights, I'm afraid..." The middle-aged man thought about it and said what was in his heart, but he was immediately hunted down by the two women without exception. Shut your crow's mouth!!!"

Ao Xueju is also overcrowded. Three or four burning charcoal basins are placed on the ground near the bedside of the inner room. The dim candlelight swayed, shining on several faces with different expressions, but it also interprets solemnity.

Eighteen people stared at the thin old man sitting by the bed, afraid that they would miss something in the blink of an eye.

The latter turned his head sideways and ignored the eighteen urgent eyes at all. He frowned with a deep Sichuan character, a red wine-sap nose, thin hair tied into a loose bun, a long gray-white beard hanging to his chest, full of ravines and eyebrows and cheeks. In order to facilitate the consultation, the raised sleeves are deliberately raised to reveal the dead branch-like arms, coiled around the crisscrossed cyan blood vessels, and the skin is dotted with age spots. If you just look behind him, the light gray wide robe is on him, looking like a rag wrapped in a skeleton from a distance.

At this time, the old man's hand was on the wrist exposed outside the brocade quilt, and his fingertips touched it gently, feeling the weak beating of the blood vessels wrapped under the skin.

After a long time, he slowly raised his hand, paused and then leaned to the forehead of the person lying in **. Then he pressed her eyelids with his hand and pulled it up. He narrowed his eyes and looked at it carefully. The expression on his face seemed to be confused by something, and sometimes he frowned and sometimes raised the corners of his mouth or shook his head. Unspulled, the mood of the audience also sat on the speed car with his expression.

"Cough..."

After two long coughs, the old man slowly withdrew his dry hand and was ready to stand up. An Shengtu and An Shengqing, who were waiting beside him, quickly came forward and held him left and right, but unexpectedly he was thrown away.

"It's not that I can't move. What can I help?" The old man with white eyebrows blew his beard and stared, and he staggered to the table and sat down.

An Shengtu and An Shengqing looked at each other and exchanged a look that both knew. Then one went to the bedside to cover the quilt for Angioya, and the other followed the old man step by step.

"Old Yu..." Father An, who had been standing at the head of the bed anxiously for four days, immediately followed him and stood beside the old man anxiously. His mouth opened and his beard trembled, but he didn't say anything. He just stared straight at him with a pair of pleading bull's eyes.

He opened the small medicine box on the table and heard Father An's voice. Yu Lao raised his white eyebrows hanging on his cheek, looked at him obliquely and continued to turn back to play with his things. "Say something."

"Yu Lao, look at you... This, my daughter... What's wrong with my daughter?" Father An opened his mouth in a hoarse voice. Since the day An Qiaoya returned to the hidden cottage, he has been blaming himself and worried that he can't sleep, so that his eyes are full of blood now, and even his always loud voice is hoarse.

"Not very optimistic." Mr. Yu specializes in key words, which is absolutely time-saving and labor-saving.

It's just a group of people around him, who were scared white by the old man's "not very optimistic" sentence.

"Really... there is no salvation?" Gently put An Qiaoya's hand back into the quilt. As soon as he turned around, he heard such a sentence. An Shengtu asked with a pale face. He couldn't believe that his beloved seventh sister since childhood was going to return to the sky again.

Take out the prescription paper in slow motion, lay it flat on the table, suppress it with diamond paper, and then order An Shengqing, who is also stupid, to help study ink. Yu Lao answered him, "Don't worry, I can't die for the time being."

Uh?! Everyone has a face of calligraphy. For the time being... can't you die?

"Old Yu..." Father An came forward, and his eyes flashed with flames of hope. Isn't it..."

"This girl can be said to be blessed by misfortune. The thousand-day drunkenness in her body was originally the strongest poison. If it hadn't been for the frostbite and the cold gas entering the body, she would temporarily resist the fiery atmosphere. The yin and yang were intertwined and suppressed each other, which actually extended the date of the onset of the thousand-day drunkenness, and at the same time eased the spread of cold to the whole body, forming a subtle cycle. As long as you are careful not to let her get cold again, it won't be a problem to live another ten or eight years. Yu Lao was busy rolling up his sleeves and waving ink and writing, and didn't even raise his head.

"Yu Lao, this... There shouldn't be such a long incubation period for a thousand days of drunkenness, right?" Li Jian sat down opposite Yu Lao, and the folding fan in her hand also closed, half frowning and asked. As far as he knows, there are very few people in the world who can live three years drunk for thousands of days. Although it takes a thousand days for a poisoned person to die, the person who can really survive every time the poison occurs... is rare in the world.

Hearing this, Yu Lao paused and finally gave him a white eye. "Are you playing what I just said?"

“......”

"I have already said that the thousand-day drunkenness in her body resists against the coldness, that's why this happens, you pig! How dare you be so disrespectful!"

"Oh... Yu... Yu Lao... That... I..."

"...Shut up, your voice is really not ordinary and unpleasant, abusing my ears." The old man, who was about to write a prescription, suddenly turned his head and roared angrily, but his anger was not enough...

Father An blinked aggrievedly and opened his mouth for a long time, but he didn't spit out another word.

The strange-tempered old man in front of him is a key figure. He is known as the stinky old man who is a drunkard doctor. He has superb medical skills and can live with flesh and bones, but his whereabouts are uncertain. He is unique in stealing other people's old wine and drinking. Many palace noble gentlemen and rich people have been rejected for inviting him out of the mountain with golden silver. This time, if it weren't for the fact that he had some connections with some elders of the An family, and Li Jian, an old fox, had brewed more than a hundred years of monkey wine** in the stockade, how he refused to go up the mountain. Don't offend.

"... Remember to take measures against the cold for her in the future, and don't let her eat anything spicy or cold in the near future..."

"But Yu Lao... After saying so much, Joya still hasn't woken up... She has been in a coma for so many days. Is it really okay?" An Shengtu said with the sign of his father's eyes. Indeed. Qimei has been in a coma for too long.

"...Well, this is indeed a problem." After taking up the prescription and blowing it, Yu Lao muttered, "This is also the reason why I haven't given a needle on the girl so far. Her body is fine, but she has been in a coma. If I guess correctly, the girl should have been unable to wake up until the blood in her brain has not dissipated."

"Then how to do Joya to wake up? Is there no other way but to apply the needle all the way?

"No." After giving the answer for sure, Yu Lao stood up with his beard and said, "If you apply the needle rashly, it may hurt the girl's internal organs. Now the only way is to wait for her to wake up."

... Father An's lips moved a few times, and stopped talking several times, and the worry in his eyes gathered again. Li Jian sighed, stepped forward, picked up the prescription pressed under the paper town on the table, went to the door and called a person. After whispering a few words, he saw the man quickly took the prescription and ran to the night.

The spring breeze wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, sobbed and took out the cloth towel from the copper basin by the bed. After draining the water, he carefully wiped his face and hands for Anjoa.

"Well..." Just as everyone was silent, the white man lying down suddenly let out a low moan.

"Wake up! Miss is awake!"

The spring breeze guarding by the bed screamed and almost overturned the roof, which soon attracted everyone's attention.

"Seven sisters! ( Joya)”

With the shout of the spring breeze, a group of people surrounded them all. One by one, they squeezed by the bedside, looking forward to **'s pale ghost-like Anjoya.

"Well..." he moaned again meaninglessly, his long eyelashes fanned a few times, and his heavy eyelids slowly opened.

The head was still a little dizzy, and it took a long time to barely open a crack.

What you can see are five N-fold enlarged faces. There are old, young, men, women, beautiful and ugly, but they are aspired to look at her eagerly with their green eyes.

"..." As soon as he woke up, he was collectively scanned by such an 'enthusiastic' eyes. An Qiaoya's reaction was naturally to round his eyes - then he took a deep breath - and then opened his mouth wide - but he couldn't say a word - it is said that human beings can't even scream when they are scared to the extreme~

"Miss (Joya)?" He didn't notice An Qiaoya's frightened appearance at all. A few people cried with joy when they saw An Qiaoya wake up. An Shengqing rubbed against An Qiaoya's neck with a face full of white powder.

However, he was immediately grabbed by his beloved father Ann's collar and fell to the back to cool down.

"Jia's little boy..." The two ox eyes flashed with crystal tears. An Yuanyi grabbed An Qiaoya's hand and wrapped it with his big palm of his own pu fan, with a deep face... Er, it was a pity to look at her... The latter trembled excitedly, with goose bumps all over his skin and revolution, and instantly "thick skin and thick" Less, "Uh, that..." Can you stay away from her? Can you stop looking at her like that? She is a little cold...

"Seven Sisters!"

Father's affectionate interpretation of his father's love did not last long - An Shengtu's burly figure stood next to him, regardless of whether his father beside him would be squeezed down. Instead, he stretched out his hands and dug up An Qiaoya from the brocade quilt, and directly gave her a hot bear hug - absolutely full There is no doubt that it is full of "brotherhood".

An Qiaoya didn't even want to struggle. She directly held An Shengtu and turned her eyes and couldn't help looking at the ancient costume man in front of her who seemed to have seen but had no impression.

Strange! Why is she here?

"You..." Anchoya blinked, licked her cracked lips, and asked in a hoarse voice,

"That... Excuse me, do I know you?"