But Yu Shiqian has something to go to the east of the village to deal with things, and he won't be back until tomorrow afternoon, what should he do?

Shen Ancuo was timid, thinking about running away but couldn't exert any strength on his legs at all, so he could only let them come in and drag him out.

"Do you think we can't do anything about you as an evil thing because you are staying by Young Master Yu's side?" The leader held a torch and approached the young man surrounded by threats like a threat.

Seeing the expression of fear and fear on his face illuminated by the fire, he grinned with great satisfaction.

Shen Ancuo sat on the ground, and the ghostly people holding scarlet torches in the dark night had no power to resist, they could only keep backing with their legs bent.

"Don't, don't, I'm not a goblin, I'm not an evil thing, I'm a human, I'm obviously the same person as you." He collapsed, crying and still whispering to his brother.

Holding a torch, these villagers forcefully drove Shen Ancuo out of the village where he had lived since he was a child, like driving a monster.Smell, no one stepped forward to help.

The will-o'-the-wisps were burning, and Shen Ancuo's clear pupils reflected their figures, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether they were people or ghosts.

"Snapped-"

The candle by the bed was knocked over, and Yang Zheng, who was sleeping beside him in shock, hurriedly got up to check, only to find that his roommate had woken up at some point.

"What's wrong with you? Are you hurt?"

A drop of cold sweat dripped from Shen Ancuo's forehead, and his expression seemed to be in a daze: "It seems that I accidentally fell on it when I turned over. It's not a serious problem. You can continue to sleep."

"Oh, you must be careful." Yang Zheng lay down sleepily again without doubting him.

Shen Ancuo looked at the courtyard outside, his pupils shrank suddenly, they were the same, the details were exactly the same, and since he just came to this world yesterday, how could he remember it so clearly.

And the dream was too real... as if, as if he had experienced it himself.

He raised his hand to cover his chest, where the palpitations had not dissipated.

At this time it was the fifth watch, and after three o'clock in the middle of the night, he was out of breath, unable to fall asleep again, so he simply went out for a walk.

Inexplicably, Shen Ancuo followed the road during the day and walked to the yard. Just as he turned the corner, he stopped unexpectedly and looked at the dim light.

Why is the light in the study still on?

It was also during the day yesterday. heard from the servant that he often spent the whole day in the study, and he worked too hard.

Isn't the patriarch still his father, so he just put all the affairs on him and doesn't care about it?

Shen Ancuo frowned, an inexplicable anger rose in his heart, and by the time he realized it, he was already standing in front of the study door.

His hand trembled, and he suddenly withdrew his hand that was about to knock on the door.

Yu, what does Yu Shiqian's sleep or not have anything to do with him? Shen Ancuo hammered his head angrily, turned around and prepared to leave.

But the people inside seemed to have noticed his movements, the door was pushed open instantly, and Shen Ancuo was pulled in by his wrist.

"Cuo'er." The fresh smell of eucalyptus leaves rushed to his face, and a hairy head was buried in the socket of his shoulder. Shen Ancuo seemed to be firmly pressed down by a mountain. This action was extremely possessive, and he couldn't move at all.

The forearm around his waist was so strong that Yu Shiqian seemed to want to rub his whole body into his own flesh and blood.

"You, what are you doing, didn't everyone say that it has nothing to do with me?" Shen Ancuo's eye circles were a little astringent, and he unconsciously expressed his feelings.

The arm around his waist trembled slightly, as if he thought there was a gap in his waist, so he hugged him a few more times.

After hugging like this for a long time, the door opened a little and a ray of morning light leaked in.

Shen Ancuo seemed to be burned by the temperature, and suddenly realized: "I, I should go, it's dawn."

He hurriedly pushed away the person on him, and suddenly heard Yu Shiqian ask him in a low voice: "Do you like this village, do you like this place?"

He raised his head and looked directly into Shen Ancuo's eyes, with a somewhat indifferent expression, as if this village was not his hometown for him, but just a tool to please the people in front of him.

Think of those good times in the village, seen in dreams and in memory.

Centennial eucalyptus, fluffy kitten, river, sunshine.

Shen Ancuo nodded: "I like it." Even though he has seen the evil faces of the people here, he still likes it.

"En." Yu Shiqian smiled, his eyes were full of tenderness and indulgence, and he didn't seem surprised by this answer.

He said again: "The new housekeeper's surname is Liao, and he lives in a side courtyard." Shen Ancuo looked at him suspiciously, as if he didn't understand why he told himself this.

Yu Shiqian rubbed his head, and explained helplessly: "I'm going to the clan to deal with affairs today, and if there's anything I can't solve by myself, I'll go to him."

"Oh." Shen Ancuo nodded with a half understanding.

He is now a little afraid that Yang Zheng won't find him after he wakes up, so he moved his paw quietly before he finished speaking, and quickly moved away Yu Shiqian's hand holding his arm after he finished speaking, smiled at him obediently, and immediately went awayran away.

Yu Shiqian still kept his hands frozen in mid-air, as if he couldn't believe that he pushed him away, and he squinted his eyes to stare at the slender figure with slight dissatisfaction after a while and said.

"Without memory, I have become a lot more courageous. If I don't recover, I'm afraid I will treat my brother as a transparent person."

The last exclamation has a bit of gnashing of teeth.

Shen Ancuo's back felt cold, he muttered something in a low voice and went to bed.

The sun was high, and he woke up in Yang Zheng's envious sigh.

"Wow, your wound healed too quickly, don't you have the invulnerable physique that the patriarch said!" His eyes were shining and he even wanted to touch it.

Shen Ancuo moved aside, remembering how Yu Shiqian gave him medicine yesterday, and blinked embarrassedly: "Probably because of the medicine."

"The medicine, could it be the legendary Tetanine?"

"Uh, um! It was left by my mother hahahaha." Shen Ancuo thought a lot, and still hid the fact that Yu Shiqian gave him medicine.

Yang Zheng immediately became more envious, as if he was also aroused by something sad, he turned around and touched his little box for a while.

"Hold, sorry, I didn't mention it on purpose."

"It's okay." Yang Zheng smiled friendly, but he was really stunned for a while when he heard him say this.

Why did he remember that Shen Ancuo's parents were gone, so why did he comfort himself in turn, and his life experience is even more...

Shen Ancuo seemed to have just realized it after saying this, but he really didn't have the memory of his parents, and he didn't even dream about them.

But when he mentions these two words, he still feels inexplicably sad, it seems that the guilt and sadness are imprinted in his bones.

It was the first time Yang Zheng saw him like this, he stretched out his hand in a daze to comfort him: "You still..."

"I, I'll go out to work first."

Shen Ancuo seemed a little afraid that the atmosphere would become more sad, so he grabbed the broom and walked out.

The fallen leaves on the ground creaked and creaked. He held the broom absently and waved it mechanically.

father?mother?

What does it look like? He kind of wants to fast forward to the night and have a few more dreams, maybe he can see it.

He swung the broom to sweep the fallen leaves into a pile.

But the broom under my feet suddenly couldn't sweep it anymore.

Shen Ancuo looked along the foot stepping on it.

A woman in her thirties and forties with slender eyes and wrinkled eyes was looking down at him.

He recognized it, and it was in charge.

The woman looked at him miserly, and ordered in a hoarse voice: "You, go to the door and sweep."

It was very windy today, a maple tree was planted outside, and the fallen leaves were all over the ground, and it would be impossible to sweep it all day.

Shen Ancuo didn't care and had no intention of resisting, and obediently responded: "Yes."

The man who followed the woman and put his arms around her waist had very characteristic eyes, which were exactly the same as the boy who stared at Shen Ancuo yesterday. He glanced at the boy holding the broom and said casually: "Didn't Steward Liao mention it on purpose?The man is still hurting, so just let him do some light work?"

"Injured? I think he's fine. Besides, you forgot? This is an evil thing. Even if the wizard said that the evil thing on him has been driven away, who knows if it will come back again. I don't want toStay with him."

"Little Charming Cat, you are willing to stay with me."

The wrinkled woman laughed, stretched out her hand to push him away, and said seriously: "Is your wife looking for you today?"

"She taught that kid Jiang Jie homework and was so angry that she didn't have time to shout, the two of us..."

The two looked around, then hurriedly piled together and entered the room.

Jiang Jie, who had been beaten half to death by his mother and was about to lose his brain, took advantage of the time to go to the toilet and jumped out from the back wall of his yard. He wandered along the river for a while.

Inexplicably, he wandered to the door of the patriarch's backyard.

Thinking of the crimson and slender figure yesterday, Jiang Jie couldn't help but look in.

As a result, this look really made him see that face.

Shen Ancuo went out the back door with a broom, and felt the fiery gaze falling on him. He raised his eyes and saw a young man staring at him obsessively.

Dementia?be lost?

Shen Ancuo looked at him in a daze.

A gust of wind blew by, and the silver bell on his body began to ring again, because the boy's clothes did not fit his size, so the steward directly allowed him not to wear them, and he kept wearing the red clothes he was wearing.

The red flowing clothes were blown together with the strings of silver ornaments hanging on his body, Jiang Jie thought he saw a fairy in a trance, and he rushed up to take the broom in his hand to sweep the floor for him.

The corner of Shen Ancuo's eyes twitched, trying to snatch it back, but this man was really strong.

He could only watch him humming and sweeping.

Today, the wind just happened to blow for a while and then stopped blowing for some reason.

So the fallen leaves on the ground were swept away in a short while, and Jiang Jie didn't return the broom after sweeping and didn't speak.

He stuck his neck straight in front of Shen Ancuo.

"If you don't return the broom to me, then follow me in and put the broom down, okay?"

Seeing that he agreed, Shen Ancuo breathed a sigh of relief and returned to Yu's house.

Jiang Jie didn't want to leave after putting away the broom, but suddenly remembered that his father seemed to be still at Yu's house, so he wanted to find him and asked him to go home for dinner in the morning.

"Father, where are you? Mother told you to go back in the morning. Daddy, what are you doing in Yang Guan?"

Suddenly there was a panicked thump in a room.