Seeing her grinding in front of the door and complaining that she refused to come in, Xin Che put down his pen and beckoned to her again.

"Aren't you afraid of the cold and the dark, why don't you come in quickly. Watch out for the youkai actually getting you. ”

He smiled and spoke, and Yin Suwen ran in happily, sitting cross-legged beside him, leaning over to see what he was writing. Xin Che didn't mind her scribbling everywhere, because every time after her "essays", he would always add a few strokes with great interest, and then it became some paintings with a strange style.

poured a soup woman into Yin Suwen to warm her hands, and put her own blanket on her lap, and Xin Che sat down again.

"Miss He is right, the night is heavy in the mountains, don't run around at will when it's too late in the future, you know."

Yin Suwen hugged Tang Pozi in his arms, warmly up and down, happily replied "yes", and opened the blanket with his hand, half of it was kept for himself, and the other half was covered on Xinche's legs.

"Cover it up too, so you don't get cold."

Xinche didn't shirk it, letting her fiddle with herself, and talking to her while cutting new paper.

"How did you come here, did you bully Miss He again?"

"No, Sister He is so good, she also took candied fruit for me to eat today, where are you willing to bully her. I just suddenly missed you and couldn't sleep, so I came to see you. ”

Yin Suwen sat next to Xinche and watched him write, and rolled up his sleeves to slowly study the ink for him, not noticing that his words fell, Xinche's hand trembled slightly, and a drop of rich ink dripped heavily on the pure printing paper. The ink color is blurred, like a lotus flower blooming above the white clouds.

Si is a humble room but also warm, Yin Suwen carefully cut the candle flowers and added some lamp oil, the bean-like fire will be brighter, so that he can write according to his heart. She finished studying the ink and sat obediently on the side, and only the side face of Xinche could be seen from the position where she was sitting.

He is good at holding a pen with his left hand, never frowning when he writes, his expression is quiet, and his eyebrows and eyes are good-looking. In the dead of night, between the shaking of light and shadow, everything is so beautiful that it is only like a dream. It was from that moment that this scene was forever engraved in Yin Suwen's heart and could not be erased.

"Xiao Xiao is like the wind of the pine, and the water is like the willow of the spring moon."

"Huh? What does Susu say? ”

"Oh, nothing. I remembered that Sister He just asked me why she believed in Brother Monk so much. ”

She did not hesitate to praise Xinche's heartfelt praise, and blurted it out without paying attention, and when he turned around to ask, he suddenly felt shy, so he had to find He Caiwei's question at random to excuse himself, but Xinche did not doubt him.

"And how did you answer?"

"To tell you the truth, Su Su and Brother Monk should be destined and have known each other for a long time. You are the best person in this world, so I believe in you. ”

Yin Suwen tilted his head and hid under the halo of the oil lamp, looking at him with a smile. Her expression was a little cute and cute, and there was a bit of indescribable emotion in her eyes. Xin Che turned his head to meet such a look, and for a while he felt that Yin Suwen, who was in the years at that time, was back. Remembering that on the square surrounded by incense, she stood in the shallow sunlight and smiled at him and said, "Master Xinche, I came to see you." ”

Xin Che could see it, and suddenly realized his gaffe, and the hand that was originally facing her immediately changed to a pen change. After closing his gaze and lowering his head to write, the handwriting looked unstable. He remembered all the experiences they had together, but she forgot.

"I'm talking nonsense again, I'm not the best person in the world, and where is my destiny."

"Really, really, there must be. Sister He told me that my previous injuries were a bit serious, and I hurt my brain, and I can't remember some things clearly. So, although I can't remember the specifics of your affairs, I feel that I can't lie, we must have known each other for a long time. Maybe you've seen it in my last life. Brother monk, do you really not remember me at all? ”

"Perhaps, your feelings are just the fantasy effects of drugs. How can anyone still remember their previous life, their previous life. ”

Looking back, she was already groggy and asleep on the desk. She was in poor physical condition and seriously injured, and too much movement was not conducive to the wound healing quickly, so Xinche specially instructed He Caiwei to put some calming herbs in the decoction, so that she could sleep a little more to recuperate.

Her hair was haphazardly combed in a bun, and it was fluffy and messy at the moment, and a few strands of long hair were tucked in the collar, tickling her to sleep. Xinche simply wrapped her in a blanket and took her into his arms, gently removed her hair little by little, and re-straightened and braided it to make it easier for her to sleep.

Under the candlestick lamp, it is written on the paper, "Those who love love are like holding a torch." If you go against the wind, you will burn your hands. "It's so familiar, it's shocking.

"Yin Su asked, I just don't know which one you should remember."

Placed her on top of the sleeping floor, and carefully tucked the corners of the quilt, Xinche only meditated and rested in front of the desk, guarding her by the way. People with mental disabilities are the most likely to be haunted by nightmares, so he guards on one side.

A few slight knocks sounded on the door, and He Caiwei came in with a wind lamp. She lived with Yin Suwen, and she didn't see her back after dinner, so she couldn't help but worry. Fang was about to knock on the door, and happened to see Xinche combing her hair carefully, and felt that it was inappropriate for a while, so he waited in front of the door for a while.

"It's been a long time since I've seen her come back, so I'll come and have a look."

"Yes, there's Miss Laohe, I should have told you in advance. If she's sleepy, let her fall asleep, and I'll just keep watch here. ”

"Master doesn't need to see the outside like this. From her serious injury and coma to finding medicine to save people to lucid amnesia, I was also by my side throughout the whole process, and I could barely be regarded as my own person. She's not in a stable situation right now, so I'm naturally more concerned. ”

"Amitabha, Miss He has a heart."

Then again, Su Su knew about her amnesia. Are you really planning to tell her nothing in the future? ”

The cold spring in the mountains was heavier, and she felt a little cold, so she tightened her coat and wanted to put a blanket on her heart. Suddenly remembered Fang Cai's situation, hesitated for a few moments, and finally didn't move again.

"If she wants to know, I will tell her; If she didn't want to know, I wouldn't have mentioned it to her. For her now, such a situation may really be regarded as a blessing for her to lose her horse and lose her horse. Although I have lost my memories for ten years, it is not a good thing to live a chic and transparent life. ”

"Thou hast been so accustomed to her, that she believed in thee in vain. Perhaps, there will really be a fate. ”