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Chapter 30 The General Amnesia
Having been tortured by illness and pain for more than a month, it was too much for anyone to bear, let alone Su Jinzhi, who was always afraid of pain and death. Therefore, after he was sober, he felt a little dazed. He would just sit in the Peony Pavilion and stare at the pots of Wei Zi in a daze every day.
"Master host~" Number Zero whispered to him.
Su Jinzhi replied feebly: "What do you want to do with Zero Zero?"
"Play mahjong~" Zero continued to whisper to him like a thief.
Su Jinzhi straightened up instantly: "Play mahjong?!"
Number One said coldly: "Two missing one, can you fight?"
Su Jinzhi went back in despair when he heard the words, waved his hands and said, "Two missing one, are you kidding me? What kind of mahjong is played by three people, if you don't play it, you don't play it.
Number One sneered and said: "We can let the host play two decks of cards, and if the host wins one, the host wins."
No. Zero also grieved and persuaded Su Jinzhi: "Brother No.1 is very good...Should you try two games, Master Host?"
Can he play two decks of cards alone?
Su Jinzhi only hesitated for two seconds before he joined the Mahjong table where No. 1 and No. 2 were missing one. Anyway, he can play two decks of cards, how could he lose? As a result, the fight made Su Jinzhi want to get the zero number out and beat it hard--
"No. Zero! Don't set off on No. One! Are you two fighting for love? Shall I play a bird?"
"Wow... Host, I didn't mean it..."
"Hehe, Invincible is really lonely."
But no matter how miserable Su Jinzhi's defeat, Qiu Yi and Xi Le saw the increasingly rosy faces of young people, and they didn't know that it was because of being angry. But after playing like this for a few days, Su Jinzhi suddenly seemed to have something wrongâhe had an accident in the last world, as if he was after playing mahjong.
And this vague idea soon came true.
When joy burst into tears and told Su Jinzhi the news of Feng Jiuli's death in battle, he was stunned.
"How is it possible... How could General Feng die?" Su Jinzhi laughed twice, and before Xi Le entered the door, Number Zero happily told him that Feng Jiuli had recovered his memory and the progress of Changle was full. Not to mention that he has a zero number report, as far as Feng Jiuli is concerned, he is the god of war in Chongluo. How could he die on the battlefield after repelling Beiyou from the border again and again?
Xi Le knelt before him, unable to cry: "It's true... the son... The arrow in the general Feng, the arrow is poisonous..."
"You lied to me." Su Jinzhi was very calm, Feng Jiuli was not dead at all, "Mr. Yun is his third senior brother, I heard that he also went to fight withâ"
Before Su Jinzhi finished speaking, Number One suddenly spoke: "Feng Jiuli is dead."
Su Jinzhi was taken aback: "But the zero number just said..."
Number One said: "You know he is not dead, but Jun Changle doesn't know."
Su Jinzhi was startled.
Yes, he did know that Feng Jiuli could not die through the zero number, but it was impossible for Jun Changle who heard the news to know.
Su Jinzhi pursed his lips, and his whole body trembled suddenly, his heart shrank into a ball, and the pain was almost suffocated. He turned his head and looked at Wei Zi, who had been carefully cared for for a long time by him. Among the lush green leaves, there was a flower The pink-purple buds bloomed quietly at some pointâthe flowers bloomed, but the person did not come back.
And Jun Changle's progress value was full. Was it because Feng Jiuli finally changed back to Jiang Lishan and remembered him, or because he could finally put everything down and didn't have to wait for that person anymore?
But if waiting is really so painful and not worth it, then why does he keep waiting?
Suddenly there was a loud bang outside the building. There were a few dark clouds floating in the sky that was originally clear and clear. After a while, the rain fell down. The veil in the pavilion was hunting and his hair The silk was drawn to the cheek by the wind, not strong but very painful.
Xi Le looked at his son's half of his face hidden in the dark, and sobbed, "My son..."
"You go out, let me stay alone." Su Jinzhi's voice was very calm, not even as intense as the deafening rain downstairs crackling, but he couldn't even cry with joy.
"My son, you must take care of your body..." Xi Le didn't dare to defy his words, and could only repeat what the general had told them before leaving.
Su Jinzhi replied gently: "Yeah."
Number One looked at the tears snaking down Su Jinzhi's cheeks, and was silent for a while and asked him, "Are you sad?"
Su Jinzhi was silent.
One continued: "What is so sad about you? This world you have done very well, now only the last step is left, I am ready for you to poison the wine, after finishing this glass of wine, the progress of the three princes The value should be full."
Su Jinzhi finally spoke after hearing this, he couldn't cry: "I'm only 20 years old..."
Number 1: "..."
"I want to quit gambling." Su Jinzhi wiped his tears, "I will never play mahjong again..."
"...Okay." Number One interrupted him impatiently, "The next world is not to punish the world. It will make you cool. If you have any requirements, please go to Number Zero."
No.Zero also clapped his hands to encourage him: "Master host has accomplished a great mission in this world~What kind of identity do you want in the next world? No.Zero will try to satisfy you!"
"I want to be an ancestor. Everyone will give me a pet." Su Jinzhi thought about it for a while, then added in a low voice, "I still have sex..."
Number Zero immediately replied: "Okay, no problem! The host can die safely!"
Su Jinzhi nodded and looked up at the low table.
The wine glass on the table is as bright as jade, the sake in the glass is strong and fragrant, like a peerless wine that can be drunk by just a sip.
"Wait." Number One suddenly called him.
Su Jinzhi was shocked: "I don't need to die?"
"No." One reminded him, "You haven't explained the funeral yet."
Yes, Qiu Yi's progress value is not full yet.
Su Jinzhi remembered Qiu Yi, who had been forgotten by him for a long time, and quickly called people in.
Qiu Yi's appearance has not changed much over the years, and Qingjun is still the same as before. If there is any difference, it should be that he is finally willing to take off his bleak clothes and put on clothes embroidered with Haitang.
"These Begonia flowers are really beautiful." Su Jinzhi looked at the delicate embroidery on his clothes and exclaimed.
Qiu Yi knelt and sat in front of him. He was silent for a while after hearing this sentence, and then said, "Are you leaving too?"
"Like Lifeng?" He added immediately afterwards.
Su Jinzhi: "It's not all, I'm afraid that if I leave, he won't find me when he comes back."
Qiu Yi smiled lightly, but there was no smile in his eyes. He shook his head and said, "You all want to leave."
Su Jinzhi asked him: "Don't you want to leave?"
Qiu Yi had saved his ransom for a long time, but he never left, and Su Jinzhi didn't know why.
"I thought about it," said Qiu Yi. "Later I didn't think about it. I probably didn't know where to go."
The heavy rain outside the house stopped for a while, and the momentum diminished. Qiu Yi took the teapot and poured two cups of tea and gently pushed it in front of Su Jinzhi.
"I was very desperate when I picked up the customer for the first time. I couldn't believe that I had such an unbearable day. At that time, I really felt that it was better to live than to die." He took a sip of tea and looked at the rain outside the window. "But then You came."
Su Jinzhi raised his head to look at him.
Qiu Yi smiled again when he met his gaze: "You make me think that it doesn't seem to be that difficult to live. Now that I think about it, the days without entering the building are more like a big dream for me. After waking up, Itâs true."
Su Jinzhi put down his teacup and said with a heavy tone: "Actually, I--" cheated by the system.
Qiu Yi interrupted him: "I know."
Su Jinzhi stunned: "You know--" I have a system to cheat?
Qiu Yiyi grasped his hand: "Is General Feng the one you have been waiting for?"
"Hmm... So you know."
"When you first came to the building, I was actually taking care of you." Qiu Yi leaned back, "Li Feng is afraid that you are not used to the life in the building, so I specifically ask me to enlighten you, but every time When you woke up, I would sneak away."
"Why?" Su Jinzhi asked him.
Qiu Yi laughed at herself: "Probably because I didn't want to live at the time, and I was afraid that you would become desperate because of my influence."
The rain outside the building is getting lighter, Su Jinzhi quietly listened to Qiu Yi's words, and some of the missing memories in his mind were finally filled. Qiu Yi in the previous life always wanted to die. After he and Jun Changle became friends, this idea It hasn't changed, so he blamed himself on Li Feng after he died that night.
But for such a desperate person, the last sentence left to Jun Changle was "Live well."
ââYou have someone to wait, so you have to live well.
But now he has no one to wait, so Jun Changle is eager for relief.
"Qiu Yi." Su Jinzhi called to him, "Have you been to Chongluo?"
Qiu Yi looked up at him: "No."
Su Jinzhi laughed and said: "Chongluo is beautiful, with the setting sun, famous mountains and rivers, and blue sea and silver sand. When spring arrives, the peach blossoms will flourish all the way to haze... Those scenery is beautiful, you must live well and watch them all. Again."
"What about you?" Qiu Yi's throat flicked up and down, his eyelashes trembled slightly, "Have you seen it?"
"I've seen it."
Su Jinzhi gently closed his eyes: "They are beautiful, but the peach blossoms in Yecheng are also good. The peach blossoms are very prosperous this year. I want to see them again."
Qiu Yi lowered her eyes, her voice a little hoarse: "Yeah...I think it's beautiful too."
"Dingââ! Congratulations to the host for successfully saving the target Qiu Yi."
Su Jinzhi opened his eyes and smiled at Qiu Yi: "Before I leave, let me eat the reunion duck made by Joy."
"Okay, I'll talk to him." Qiu Yi wiped away tears and got up from the bamboo mat.
After Qiu Yi left, Su Jinzhi picked up the glass of poisoned wine that only he could see on the table, looked at the swaying transparent liquid in the glass, and asked: "Number One, on the tower that day, you said that he and I will see you again, goodbye Who is this person?"
Is it Feng Jiuli, or the other people with that face?
Number One was silent, Su Jinzhi waited for a while, and drank the clear liquid in the cup before waiting for its answer. His gaze passed the pale pink Wei Zi, and he looked outside the terrace due to the shower. The gorgeous peach blossoms all over the place.
Those peach blossoms are extremely gorgeous and beautiful, like the most sincere feelings, blooming in the best season of the year.
Su Jinzhi slowly closed his eyes and swallowed his last breath.
The young man dressed in purple again lay down on the light blue bamboo mat, his long black hair scattered behind his head, and his lips were red with a hint of redness, as if he were asleep.
One looked at him and sighed slightly: "One day, you will remember him."
Think of the person you have forgotten.
Think of yourself that you have forgotten.
Feng Jiuli suddenly woke up from the darkness, and the moment he opened his eyes to see the top of the tent, he suddenly got up, even if he got the arrow wound on his shoulder, he wanted to go to the ground regardless.
A tall man in Tsing Yi in the account saw him like this, and quickly stepped to the bedside to press him down, frowning and said: "Seventh Junior Brother, what are you doing? You have to run down before the injury? Do you think he has a long life? Itâs not that I said you, what happened to you this time? Whyâ"
Feng Jiuli "hissed", raised his hand to hold down his shoulder injury, his eyes swept across the account, and his forehead jumped up without seeing Yun Mengchen's figure. He took two deep breaths and pressed hard. Feeling uneasy, he asked the man in Tsing Yi: "Big brother, how is the battle now? How about the third brother, why didn't you see him?"
"What else? As soon as the news of your suspended animation was released, the idiots in Beiyou fell into our trap. I am afraid that they have already returned to their hometown to drink milk?" The man in Tsing Yi snorted, "Don't mention your three brothers! Master! He was almost annoyed. After he left the valley, he stayed in the building where the flowers of various countries are beautiful for three years. It is not too shameful. He finally came to the army for training. After knowing the news of your suspended animation, he couldnât wait to go back. Zhu Hua Nation ran, and kept saying what is too late, what can it be too late? Don't follow your three brothers..."
Feng Jiuli watched his lips close together, but he couldn't hear the rest of the words at all. He panted twice and widened his eyes and shouted: "Who told you to say I was in fake death?!"
The man in Tsing Yi was stunned by him and said: "This is just a tactic. Didn't you say that this method is feasible when you marched in battle in the past?"
Feng Jiuli closed his eyes, hung down on the bed and roared low, then rolled over and got out of bed to wear clothes indiscriminately. The wound was torn by him, bleeding on the white gauze, and he did not stop moving. Took the black cloud and Gaixue in the stable and left in a hurry.
Tsing Yi was stunned by him, and it took him a long time to catch up, calling him from a distance: "Seventh Junior Brother-where are you going?!"
Feng Jiuli gritted his teeth and uttered two words in a deep voice: "Zhuhua!"
How come he, like Yun Mengchen, must run to Zhuhua as soon as he wakes up?
The man in Tsing Yi was so angry that he quickly called someone to follow him, fearing that something might happen to him on the road.
Feng Jiuli clenched the reins, his eyes were red, and he wished that the clouds and snow would grow eight more legs to fly faster-Wei Zi was about to drive, and he had not yet returned.
He broke his promise again.
Feng Jiuli was panting, feeling that the whole heart was hurting like he was about to burst in the next moment. The pain made him tremble. He covered his chest, coughed up a mouthful of red blood, and smiled. Crying.
"Nishiki...Nishiki...you must wait for me..."
He finally remembered everything that had been forgotten ten years ago, and the old scene was restored to his mind, as if the events of yesterday were clear, vividly remembered and finally fixed on the Mid-Autumn Bridge, the young man looked at him softly.
ââWhen the flowers bloom, I will come back.
ââIf you don't come back, I will never wait for you again.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Hua was tightly wrapped in the biting cold snow in a heavy snow that had not happened in ten years.
But in reality, the white snow melts, and the peach blossoms of Yecheng once again cover the entire long street, with colorful falling leaves and rich fragrance.
A pot of pink and purple Wei Zi was placed on the frame of a flower vendor on the street. Feng Jiuli stopped in a daze, finally unable to stabilize his figure, coughed out a bit of blood again, and planted awkwardly from his horse. He fell to the ground, looked up at the clear blue sky and laughed out loud, with tears in his eyes.
Wei Zi opened.
His Jinzhi will not wait for him anymore.
The peach blossoms in the street, prospering into haze, fell in front of him, rubbing against the ends of his hair.
In a daze, Feng Jiuli suddenly thought of the words his mother had said to him when he and Jun Changle first fell in love.
The emotions between the teenagers are strong and ambiguous. No matter how carefully they hide the intricacies between them, even if the gaps are as small as needle-holes, they will be revealed, and they can't escape the eyes of the literate mother.
After she knew everything, her expression was light, and her tone of voice was extremely calm: "When you fall in love with someone completely, everything in your life is beyond your control. You can't control his feelings for you, and you can't control the things in the world. After all, all accidents will turn into mistakes after this. Taking a wrong step is a wrong step. It is difficult to look back in this life."
When the Jiang family was still in prosperity, she had already seen signs that the Jiang family was about to lose.
After Jiang was a soldier, he held the power of heavy soldiers and made great achievements, so there is no reason to be invincible.
So when she knew that he and Jun Changle had set a lifelong private agreement, she disagreed, not because of worldly ethics, but because the world was unpredictable.
But when he was young, he didn't know bitterness when he tasted sweet.
I think all the mistakes in this world are uncertain numbers that can be turned back.
But he was wrong, ridiculously wrong.
If you play a game of chess and make a wrong move, even if you never have enough hands, the more you play, the more mistakes you make. In the end, you will only lose a full game.
Feng Jiuli walked on the long peach blossom street in a daze, the pink peach blossoms falling from his side, obviously full of beauty, but he only looked at the gray eyes, as if he would never see a little again in this life Bright colors-withered and dead everywhere.
In this extremely lively and prosperous realm, there was endless singing and laughter. Feng Jiuli looked at the pedestrians passing by him holding hands, and seemed to see the beautiful purple-clothed youth standing in front of him. Appearance-like silk and satin, beautiful brocade.
"There are hundreds of misfortunes in the world, and the most miserable is to die from abroad." He stood in front of the iron bars in the prison, his brown eyes were as clear as mirrors, and the portrait inside was the precipitation of all his love and affection in this life, "I cannot save you. Jiang family, but I must save you."
Feng Jiuli smiled blankly and raised his head, looking through the branches of peach blossoms and looking towards the boundless sky.
ââThe farthest road in this world is the way home. Because once a person dies, the grievances and grievances of the previous life will die with them. Even if the local music and the scenery are close to the ear and vivid, the road home is difficult to outline, and no one can remember the way home.
The most miserable thing that the teenager felt when he was alive actually fell on him.
Why are you so stupid to stay where you are and refuse to go home? Are you afraid that I wonât find you when I come back?
"Don't be afraid, what if you die from abroad?" He hung his head, looking at the beautiful pink peach petals under his feet, and smiled low, "I will remember for you on the way home. No matter how far away, I will accompany you back. ."
After January.
In the Beiyou Emperor Palace, Yanhui, who had been enthroned as the emperor, passed by the imperial garden. When Yu Guang caught a glimpse of a blooming pink purple peony, he suddenly stopped and looked at it for a while, and asked his neighbor, âWei Zikaiâ Up?"
Fule replied respectfully: "Yes, your Majesty, it's been more than a month."
"Ancient poetry said,'A year of spring is devastated, and I will look for Yao Huang and Wei Zi again." Yan Hui was silent for a while, and said: "This kind of peony grows beautiful and vulgar, but its flowering period is quite long."
The blessing that served him was his confidant, and he laughed when Yanhui said that, "Not all peonies are like this. Your Majesty does not know that there is a kind of peony named Kunshan Yeguang. The flowering period is not too long, but it is resistant to cold. Drought is not delicate at all, and if it is in the night, it will be white and bright, like a moon and white."
"I know." Yan Hui listened to him, and then the voice was inaudible, as if he was afraid that someone would hear this, "I have seen it."
He approached the branch of Wei Zi, stretched out his fingers to pinch off the stem, closed the large pink flower in his palm, and suddenly turned his head to look at Fu Le: "Fu Le, the world says that actors are ruthless, do you think this world Is there really an actor who is not affectionate?"
After hearing this, Fu Le was taken aback. Although he didn't know why his Majesty asked him such a question, he thought about it for a while and said carefully: "...There is."
Yanhui waved his hand: "But you say it's okay."
"Hua Wuyan, the first beauty of the various Chinese nations, didn't he just die with Feng Jiuli?" Fule bent over and pondered the words, after all, what he wanted to mention was the general of the enemy country, "I didn't expect that It was Chongluoâs fake death plan, but what the minion couldnât figure out was that Feng Jiuli was also obsessed with the prostitute. He ran back to Zhuhua overnight and turned his head all night. All the beauties didnât want to be rewarded, but only a small boat. He held the Hua Wuyan corpse and died on the river."
"I remember that the river flowed towards Chongluo." Yanhui watched Wei Zi pinched off the branch, his fingers tightened and loose, "He said he was from Chongluo..."
Fule did not hear what he said, and asked again: "Your Majesty?"
"Remove this Wei Zi strain and plant it in my temple." Yan Hui pinched the Wei Zi branch in her palm, took a deep breath and walked forward with her hands under her hands. The colorful spring flowers didn't appreciate it.
This kind of national beauty and scent of flowers, once bloomed, dominates the youth.
It was just like the night he saw him. In just one night, he spent his whole life.
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