Ning Caichen was just an ordinary person, and this had been confirmed by the Fu sisters as early as when he was still in a coma. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"How are you?"

Whether it was Ning Caichen who was suffering from madness because he had inhaled too much rosemary, or because of something else that caused him to look like a demon at the moment, Fu Qingfeng knew very well that Ning Caichen could not pose any threat to them.

She stepped forward and grabbed Ning Caichen's right arm, and when she clicked, Ning Caichen's right shoulder was connected.

"I ...... I'm fine......"

Ning Caichen stood up strongly, sweat dripping down his head like drops, he looked at Fu Qingfeng, looking at the face that was clearly Xiao Qian, he couldn't restrain his heartbeat.

"Xiaoqian...... You don't remember me?"

His voice was bitter and hoarse.

"What 'Xiaoqian'? What are you talking about?"

Fu Qingfeng and Ning Caichen really met for the first time, she didn't understand what Ning Caichen was talking about at the moment, she felt that Ning Caichen's brain was indeed wrong.

Looking at Ning Caichen's sad expression, Fu Qingfeng felt a mixture of anger and panic in her heart for no reason, she pushed Ning Caichen to the ground, then turned around and ran out of the house.

"Xiaoqian, don't leave my ......!"

Ning Caichen fell to the ground, he was as weak as him, and he couldn't get up for a while, he shouted at Fu Qingfeng's back.

"Sister!"

Fu Yuechi glared at Ning Caichen, she felt that this guy might not have been treated, so she stomped her feet and chased him out.

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"Xiao Qian is already gone. ”

Ning Caichen fell to the ground, and there was silence in the hall, so that he could slowly organize his thoughts.

"She's not Xiaoqian, Xiaoqian is a ghost, her body temperature is very low, but she's a living person. ”

His heart was full of loss, but soon, he found new hope.

"People in the world often say 'reincarnation', Xiao Qian's soul is indeed scattered, but that woman is so similar to Xiao Qian...... She must be the reincarnation of Xiao Qian!"

There are two kinds of people in the world who are the most difficult, the first is stubborn people, the second is simple people, the logic of these two kinds of people is terrible, and Ning Caichen doesn't know whether he is more stubborn or simple, he doesn't know where to find the theoretical basis, and he identified such a conjecture.

"Xiaoqian doesn't recognize me, it's just because reincarnation has damaged her memory, I must find a way to get her memory back!"

Ning Caichen made up his mind, and despite the tearing pain in his shoulder, he still supported the supporter to get up on his own.

"Paint, my painting! Xiaoqian won't not remember the painting I painted for her! She won't not remember the poem we wrote together!"

Ning Caichen didn't know where the strength came from, since he escaped from the prison until now, he hadn't eaten a decent meal, and he was even more stunned by the incense last night, there was no stock left in his abdomen, and his head seemed to be about to crack, he struggled and staggered to the edge of a coffin.

"As long as I show her the painting, she remembers!"

Most of the coffins in Yizhuang had been dismantled and burned as firewood when the fire was lit last night, but the one where Ning Caichen hid the baggage was not taken away, and Ning Caichen, who was obviously caught in the magic barrier at this moment, did not think about it, he took out the package and rushed out.

However, the weak scholar is the weak scholar, although his movements are already extremely fast in his own opinion, but when he ran out of the hall, neither Fu Qingfeng nor Fu Yuechi had lost their shadows.

During the day, everyone was busy arranging ambushes and inquiring for information, and the Fu family sisters were already an outlier in Yizhuang at this time - or they were just taking care of Ning Caichen, who had been unconscious.

Now Ning Caichen is not only awake, but also crazy in the eyes of the two of them.

For a madman, most people will avoid it.

"Xiao Qian!"

Ning Caichen ran all the way out of the gate of Yizhuang, looking around, except for the 'rustle' sound made by the wind sweeping through the woods, where was there anyone to deal with him?

"Xiao Qian!"

He ran into the woods with his baggage, and like a drowning man grasping at a life-saving straw, his whole body was already hissed.

He didn't know how far he had run in the end, and he didn't know if there were footprints left by 'Xiao Qian' in the direction he was running, he felt that since God had let them meet again, then he would not break them up so easily, and all the difficulties and obstacles in front of him were just tests from God.

But he seemed to be mistaken, or perhaps his strength was not strong enough to pass the test of heaven, and the more he ran, the more he felt his legs sink and the more he ran the more he felt his eyes black, and finally he fell headlong under a bush.

"Ahhhhh......h

A flock of crows were attracted by Ning Caichen's commotion, and they stopped on a tall tree and quietly watched the young man who had fallen to the ground, and in their opinion, they were afraid that they would be able to enjoy a feast tonight.

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"Xiao Qian......"

Ning Caichen felt as if he was floating in the clouds, his body was light and fluttering, as if there was nothing. But the cold feeling that came back from his hands and feet from time to time seemed to fall into the snow, constantly pricking his nerves.

Ethereal and stinging, void and real, clear and clear, like a dream but not a dream.

Why is everything so clear?

The floating clouds made Ning Caichen yearn for it, as if the fugue was too empty.

The freezing of ice and snow made Ning Caichen feel cold to his bones, as if he had fallen into hell.

But he didn't want to go to heaven or to earth, he just wanted to add one more option between heaven and earth.

Heaven has heaven, earth has earth, heaven and earth are unkind, and wicked people are in charge.

Ning Caichen is just a poor scholar, he can't control all these big truths, he just wants to ask for a way, a way with Xiaoqian to accompany him.

So he called, in this moment when the heart is in the clouds and the body is in the underworld.

His call was answered, and in the fog he felt something soft and cool caress his forehead, his cheeks.

"Xiao Qian......"

He remembered that night Xiaoqian's sleeves swept the tip of his nose, and the faint fragrance like fragrant grass he will never forget in his life.

The clouds dissipated, the ice and snow dissolved, and Ning Caichen opened his eyes with difficulty.

He saw Fu Qingfeng looking at him nervously, her hand holding a wet wipe, wiping Ning Caichen's face.

"Are you awake?"

The tone of great concern was very much like that early morning.

"Xiao Qian......"

Ning Caichen's world seems to have only these two words left, or for him, these two words are enough to express his most complex emotions and longing for the longest time.