There is someone outside the door, he can let her feel refreshed, and he is not greedy for staying longer. Feed her, give her a bath, and take her back to bed. Zhao Zhao put his arm on the pillow, and his eyelashes covered everything. Shen Ce stayed motionless and accompanies her to sleep.

Just now Zhaozhao recognized that this was a ward. He couldn't tell her that her persistent fever was a symptom of an ancient plague, and that she was reliving her previous life. That time, the two brothers and sisters were in the deep mountains, and they were infected with each other. There were good times and bad times. They had been sick for several months. These three days were nothing but the beginning. With few words, he conveyed the doctor's words, disguised as a viral infection.

"Don't worry about the elders during the Chinese New Year, and bring you to the apartment for two days. The family doctor happens to be there," he said.

Reasonable explanation, she has no doubts.

"Brother." She called him softly.

He didn't respond, for fear that what she said was related to the past, but he also looked forward to one or two more sentences... After one or two sentences, he would forget it, forget it cleanly, and live his life well. People's hearts are always contradictory, no matter how calm he is, he will still have extravagant thoughts.

"It was the first time I saw you at the flower cake shop," she rubbed the tip of her nose against his chin, "I was so bored, as if I knew you. You hand me the paper package, and I just want to ask what your name is, live here. Where. I want to see you again."

After waiting for a long time, Shen Ce did not answer. She rammed him with her knees, and he pinned down her wiggly legs, making her unable to move.

"I thought you were asleep."

"No," his breath was long and heavy, "I'm listening."

Seeing that he wasn't very interested in chatting, she found the most comfortable headrest on his arm, and quickly fell asleep.

On Shen Ce's collarbone, her breathing gradually became even. That moment of memory is the past, and there is no trace to be found.

He was in the stillness, looking at the fluffy hair on her forehead for more than an hour. Then he got out of bed and wrapped the knife hidden under the bed with a cloth so that Zhao Zhao would not see it again.

Accompanying the bed for the past few days, Shen Cejing thought about it carefully, and took advantage of Zhaozhao's difficulty to sort out a lot of things.

The previous life was the last journey that the knife would accompany them on their journey. Only the two of them knew how many regrets they couldn't tell anyone and couldn't ask for. He should have figured that it would be a big mistake to let Zhaozhao see it.

However, everything has two sides, and there is good and bad. The knife is the source and antidote for her danger.

As the old monk reminded, the key to solving the problem is the knife. The Zhaoye knife was one of the four major killing weapons of the year. It was forged through hundreds of exercises, fed thousands of blood, and killed real dragons. It is not difficult to defend Zhao Zhao, just like he was in his childhood.

But when he grows up and reconnects with Zhaozhao, the knife can't hold back his memories of his past life. Just because he is the real master of the knife, no weapon can restrain his master, he is obsessed with this, and no one can stop him.

Three days later, Shen Ce went to seal up the knife alone.

There is a safe under the glass showcase with a secondary wooden knife holder. He put the knife in.

The blade was in the light next to the showcase, looking at him. They have been masters and servants for thousands of years, and they have accompanied each other in life and death, and the characters' intentions have long been figured out. He knows that Dao also has feelings and has unfinished regrets: "It's been hard to find me for so long?"

His fingers slid from the back of the knife to the blade, and swept to the end: "Unfortunately, this era doesn't need you and me in the past."

The safe is locked.

It was pushed to the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

The ceremony was simple. After Shen Ce served a cup of tea, he took over the family tree of the Shen family from his uncle, and completed the inheritance and inheritance together. The family fund is divided into three parts: one part is entrusted to a third-party wealth institution to manage and purchase properties for the family, such as real estate, private jets, cars and boats, etc.; the other part is owned by the family foundation, which will last forever for public welfare; the third part is under the control of Shen Ce. The degree of freedom is higher, and one can invest in public welfare undertakings according to personal wishes, or save the nation during wartime.

In this vein, the family head of the Shen family changed, and there were two words on the family tree: Shen Ce.

After adopting Licheng, he got into the elevator, took off his tie, took off his suit, and walked downstairs.

He has a New Year's appointment with the boxer.

On the ring, the boxer was shirtless and waited for a long time.

"Long time no see." Shen Ce said in Thai, throwing away his tie and jacket on the treadmill, and went to the locker room to change into boxing shorts.

He pressed the soft rope with his hand and rolled onto the ring.

A few years ago, the competition between the two was interrupted by Zhaozhao, and there was no winner. After that, Shen Ce disappeared without a trace, and the boxer returned to his homeland. The two men have a tacit understanding, and this boxing match will end sooner or later.

"You need to practice for at least another year," the boxer said, looking at Shen Ce's body, "too weak."

He looked at the wound on Shen Ce's arm: "There are still injuries. It's not fair to you in today's competition."

"Just today," he wrapped the white hemp rope around the back of his hand and wrist, "I don't like to drag it."

"On the ring, don't let wounded soldiers." The boxer warned him in Thai.

He smiled: "Yes, there is no life or death in the boxing ring. But I will reimburse you for medical expenses when I miss the old feelings."

The two put their hands together and bowed slightly, completing the civilized etiquette that belongs to the last step of human society.

Shen Ce took a tiger's stride, and the wildfire that was burning in the dark pupils jumped.

As the boxer said, punching one after another is the key.

Shen Ce was completely untouched, jumped up suddenly, kicked back, and swept the wind to the boxer's door.

The boxer's left arm blocked it intuitively, and his arm was in severe pain. The second that Shen Ce landed, the boxer swung his right fist and went straight to Shen Ce's heart-unexpectedly, the person who punched was blinded.

He was actually caught by Shen Ce's five fingers, and dragged him forward with his arms and body. Effortlessly, dislocated.

Severe pain ran through the nerves, jumping into the brain.

A veteran who has been rampant in the boxing ring for decades, like a rookie, he is frustrated everywhere and seriously injured. In the end, Shen Ce swept the lower plate, and with a loud noise, he fell onto the cushion.

...

Shen Ce's bare feet stepped on the blue, non-slip cloth, as if stepping in the mud and sand, but also like stepping in the muddy blood river of the ancient battlefield. If you advance, you will live, if you retreat, you will die...

The boxer lay there, heaving up and down with the cushion, touching his shoulder in pain, shaking his head: "Dislocated."

The boxer's arm is Jin Gui, and he doesn't want to recuperate for months.

Shen Ce walked towards the boxer silently, half squatted down, and held the boxer's right arm. Before the other party was ready, he pushed the dislocated joint back. With a click, the boxer gasped in pain...

"I lost," said the boxer.

There is no need to compete again, just a few tricks, high and low points.

In the past, the two were fairly evenly matched, but now they are indeed disparate in strength. Although the boxer didn't want to admit it, he didn't want to be the prey, so admitting defeat was the best policy.

"You don't use Muay Thai?" the boxer asked.

"Ancient boxing, fighting on the battlefield." He said.

The Shen family army has a main force of 30,000 strong soldiers, called the wolf army, all of them are empty-handed against the blade, shocking the Quartet, relying on this set of fighting techniques.

The boxer stared at him and nodded slowly: "There is a chance to learn more."

Shen Ce smiled without saying a word.

He knew that the man in front of him was a boxer, and when he saw such a fierce ancient boxing technique, he was naturally itchy. It's a pity that this is the ultimate move that was produced by hundreds of thousands of people fighting on the ancient battlefield, not one-on-one in the boxing ring. What's more, his soldiers have all experienced foreign invasions, and all of them have a bloody feud, and they have killed the enemy with determination. No ordinary person can compare.

Shen Ce stood up alone, like a cocoon that finally broke free, and his muscles and bones were completely stretched out. From the first encounter with Zhaozhao ten years ago to the fight in the boxing ring today, from the heart to the body, the former Chai Sang and Shen Ce finally came back completely.

He moved his wrists, and he couldn't hide the joy in his heart. He only felt that the world was vast, and no one could tie him.

"Shen Ce!"

A figure ran behind him.

...

After thinking about weighing the pros and cons, he covered his shoulders, coughed twice, and leaned towards the nearest soft rope.

The boxer was in pain, struggling to get up, leaning on the red soft rope on the other side, looking at the girl who approached with annoyance under the boxing ring, and immediately understood that Shen Ce's "can't provoke" came.

Zhaozhao thought that Shen Ce would stay on the first floor to accompany his uncle after the ceremony. When he asked, no one knew where he was going, so he was nervous.

She went to the back of Shen Ce and saw the familiar boxer, shaking his terrifying muscles, and immediately panicked: "You forgot the injury on your hand? Who told you to punch?"

"Just warming up," he whispered, tilting his head to her behind him, "not yet."

Seeing that there was no sweat on his body, Zhaozhao believed it for a bit, and swept his eyes towards the boxer: "Look at his arms, they are thicker than both of you. In case his attack is not serious and you are injured again, maybe you will pay Broken."

Shen Ce listened silently. The boxer also listened silently, although he did not understand.

"If you really want to hit... hit the sandbag first. Can't you take your time?"

She lightly tugged at the cuffs of his shorts and persuaded: "Who stipulated that men should be able to punch? I don't despise you, weak is weak."

He raised his eyebrows and looked at her.

"Brother." She called softly.

Seeing that he should not, he whispered softly: "Brother..."

...

Shen Ce turned his head, stared at the boxer for a long time, and said in Thai, "She said afternoon tea was served, and asked you to go upstairs."

The boxer didn't expect the two of them to talk for a long time. They were all talking about this. He smiled politely and replied in Thai: "Okay." past you."

Thailand?

Shen Ce pondered: "I'll find you later."

Zhao Zhao heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the boxer leave.

Shen Ce crossed his knees, sat down on the edge of the boxing ring, and faced her: "Are you happy?"

She said, "I know that you were good in the past, but now you are so weak, you must not be reconciled. But you have been ill for several years, and fighting against such a person, isn't it your own disadvantage?"

Shen Ce nodded, followed her and said, "It's impossible. In the past, I could go dozens of rounds, but today the winner is half decided."

After a sigh.

She was twisted by his sigh: "I said earlier, I don't despise you for anything you do. Sit down."

She turned away.

"Zhao Zhao." Shen Ce called her from behind.

She turned back, and Shen Cejing, who was sitting in the same place, looked at her, and the tenderness in her eyes was even stronger.

Shen Ce sat there, as if after every battle in the past, he was sitting on the hillside with the knife sticking beside him. Watching people lift all the corpses together, pile them into a huge corpse mound, and dig pits to bury them. In ancient times, there were often examples of burying soldiers alive. In the First Battle of Changping, hundreds of thousands were buried alive, and Xiang Yu also killed 200,000. In later generations, whether it is for shocking generals or for venting hatred, it is not impossible to imitate them. In order to prevent his subordinates from burying prisoners alive, he always waited until the final burial was completed before leaving.

Outsiders don't know the reason, they often say that Shen Ce is cruel, he has to stare at the enemy's army, and he is willing to leave without leaving a living eloquence.

There are also those who add fuel to the teahouse and exaggerate, saying that Shen Ce has a bad habit, and often let a group of soldiers with the worst charge in a battle be responsible for burying the enemy. So cold-blooded that they raised an invincible army...

Everyone likes to be curious, and everyone believes those words, but Xiaoxiao does not believe them.

Zhaozhao only believed him.

Shen Ce's eyes crossed the red soft rope and said softly, "Come back quickly."

what happened today?

She pointed to the bathroom and explained her intention: "I'm not leaving, I'm bringing you a hot towel."

He nodded.

Zhaozhao came back very quickly, handed him a piece to wipe his face, and kept a piece for himself. Zhaozhao untied the hemp rope for him in circles, wiped his hands, and said with emotion, "Your hands are much prettier than mine."

He was silent.

He was baffled by the fact that she coveted her own color, never understood. Who gave her education?

He covered his face with the towel in his hand, steaming hot, and closed his eyes. The coolness passed over the middle finger, the towel was torn off, and a small metal ring was put on the middle finger... to be exact, it was a men's ring.

"The last proposal was too urgent, so I'll make it up today," she looked at the ring, people with good-looking hands look good in anything, and the person who remembers the first meeting is hers, Yingying smiled, "I can't take it off, take a shower. wear them all."

...

Looking at Zhaozhao, who had the same fate in life and death, he was still playing childhood sweethearts with himself, wearing a metal ring to encircle his family for life.

Shen Ce sighed, covered his face with a towel again, and let her go.