When the masked man and I heard the news, we quickly rushed to Stone Town, and the masked man asked Yudi as he walked, "What the hell is going on?" Who was poisoned? What did the doctor say? ”

Yudi gasped and followed us, and replied, "Master, there are a total of seventeen people who have been poisoned, and they are all waiting in your courtyard. I was going to look for Miss Xi'er from you, but I didn't expect to see a group of people lying on the ground, tossing and turning on the ground and wailing in pain, I was startled, so I hurried to find a ghost doctor. After seeing it, Dr. Bai Linxuan just said that they were highly poisoned, and the toxicity was complicated, and it couldn't be solved for a while, and said that Miss Xi'er would go over and take a look. ”

When Yudi was in a panic, he completely forgot to hide the identity of the ghost doctor, and directly called the name of the ghost doctor, he said that it was good for a while before he reacted, and he hurriedly covered his mouth, raised his eyes and looked at the masked man cautiously, and then looked at me.

I knew that it was Uncle Ghost Doctor who was pretending to be a poison doctor, so I wasn't too surprised, and the masked man seemed to know that I already knew about it, and he didn't react much.

Seeing that he was not punished for his words, Yudi continued: "The ghost doctor has already investigated the source of the poison, and the poison is in the food. ”

The masked man's eyes shone dangerously, and he kept walking on his feet, and asked in a hoarse voice, "How are they now?" ”

I heard the masked man's breath be a little unsteady and began to gasp for air, but his gasping was drowned out by the messy breath of the jade drops, and I didn't pay much attention to it.

Yu ticked and replied, "The ghost doctor can't cure the poison for the time being, so he only gave them some medicine to delay the pain." ”

I didn't say anything along the way, and the three of them quickly ran into Stone Town, and the masked man led me into his lodgings for the first time.

The courtyard where he lives is only separated by a wall from my courtyard, and the layout of the courtyard is similar to mine, except that a red plum tree is planted on the east side of the courtyard and a laurel tree is planted on the west side, and the two trees are facing each other from a distance across the courtyard gate.

I looked at the two trees in a daze, and I felt like I knew each other in a trance.

The red plum branches are bent and bent, blooming with plum blossoms full of trees, and the dark night can't stop the fiery heat.

The osmanthus tree is thick and tall, and the tree is adorned with light and faint small yellow flowers, without the charm of red plum, but with a dull charm.

In the cold winter, the plum blossoms bloom in the wax moon, the osmanthus fragrance in the golden autumn and September, the season of the two flowers is not right, and I have never heard of plum trees and osmanthus trees that can be raised in the desert, and there is no cold plum fragrance and soft osmanthus fragrance in the courtyard, I know that these two trees are fake.

The masked man took the trouble to plant two fake trees in his small courtyard, and the two fake trees were so realistic that they were fake, and he must have wasted a lot of effort to get these two fake trees.

Laurel trees and plum trees carry my childhood memories, sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy, all of which are my childhood.

If he was a little beggar, those are our common memories, and if he was not a little beggar, his care, understanding and care for me would have fully demonstrated his love for me.

It dawned on me that I didn't need to force him to admit who he was, the masked man and the little beggar, they were one or two, and the person who was standing in front of me now was the one who really loved me.

His kindness to me made me feel guilty, and I entered the main entrance of the small courtyard, and then walked inside, and those people were the evidence of my crime of hurting him.

For a moment I couldn't tell whether I loved the little beggar or the person who always put me on the tip of my heart.

If he wasn't a little beggar, would I still care how he felt? If he wasn't a little beggar, would I still stay with him? If he wasn't a little beggar, would I still talk and laugh with him unscrupulously?

If it weren't for the little beggar, would I have fallen in love with him without any scruples?

He likes me so much, he should forgive me for the wrong things, right?

After a pause in my steps, the masked man noticed it, he slowed down and turned his head to ask me, "Xi'er, are you uncomfortable?" ”

I wasn't in a very good mood, and my face was probably pretty bad, and I didn't know where the wind blew me on the way back to the city, otherwise I could have used the veil to hide my overwhelm.

I looked up at him and bit my lip before I slowly asked, "Take the mask off and let me see who you are, okay?" ”

He didn't answer, and staggered the topic: "Let's go and see the poisoned people first, and they will be in danger if they are late." ”

He still didn't want me to see his face, and my irritability rose sharply, and I suddenly stopped and said to him, "I'm not going in." ”

Yudi heard this sentence on the side, and hurriedly said: "Miss Xi'er, just waiting for you to help, why don't you go in?" ”

I explained to Yudi, but my eyes looked at the masked man: "That poison can be solved by your master." ”

The masked man's soft eyes gradually appeared, the corners of his lips pursed, obviously displeased, he paused for a moment, the look in his eyes returned to normal, and then said to me in a soft voice: "You go to the room to rest first." Then he ordered Yudi, "You take her to my bedroom." ”

Although Yudi didn't know what kind of dumb riddle we were playing, she also noticed that the atmosphere between us was not right, so she lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes and led me to the masked man's bedroom.

As soon as I stepped into the room, I felt a sense of familiarity.

The room should be furnished, very similar to the boudoir of my Feng Mansion.

I paused for a moment before slowly entering, and I turned my head to let Jade Drop wait outside the door, and closed the door myself.

In this room, with every step I take, the bitterness and remorse in my heart are heavier.

The exact same table, the exact same tea set, the exact same dresser, and the rouge gouache cartridge on the dresser are all highly restored.

The bed is a carved bed that I slept in since I was a child, and the side of the bed is carved with the four gentlemen of "Meilan Bamboo Chrysanthemum", which is a very ordinary carving, but when I was a child, because I liked "Mei" the most, I carved an extremely ugly plum blossom with a knife next to "Mei".

At that time, I was only three or four years old, and my "ugly plum" was added to the "plum" picture, which instantly ruined the overall beauty.

According to my father, I carved the "ugly plum", the little face immediately changed from sunny to cloudy, and quickly changed from yin to pouring rain, I kept crying for three hours, was thrown into the poison tank by my mother did not stop the tears, and then I kicked as soon as I saw the "ugly plum", and slowly grinded off the beeswax on the bed, but the "ugly plum" nick can never be eliminated.

This is just a small episode of my childhood, and now that I see this "ugly plum" again, I think that the masked man has moved my bed in Sushui City as it is.

However, after I looked closely, I realized that the "ugly plum" was newly engraved, and the beeswax was still there, but the "ugly plum" was the same as the one I carved, and the person who carved this "ugly plum" was a person with excellent memory.

Only then did I realize that the furnishings of this room were not similar to the boudoir of my Feng Mansion, but were exactly the same, and even the details were handled very well.

My heart warmed and hurt for a moment, the warmth was that he could remember all my things, and the pain was that I hurt him because of my curiosity.

I sat on the bed with my head buried in the curtain, and my panic grew worse.

Those who were poisoned were gathered in the next room, and I recovered thirty percent of my martial arts, and my hearing was much better, and I could hear the conversation and screams in the next room clearly.

The voices were like sharp knives, stabbing me in the heart one by one.

I wanted to rush into that room and give them the antidote, but I was stubborn, and I didn't want to make the people around him feel good if he didn't let me see him for what he really was.

When I went to the kitchen today, I dripped my own blood into a dish without anyone noticing, and I don't know who that dish was for, but I knew that as long as someone was poisoned, the masked man would know.

The symptoms of the poison in my blood are easy to identify, and I am afraid that I am the only one in the world who puts people in the two heavens of ice and fire.

I thought that if the masked man begged me to detoxify, I asked him to take off the mask, and if he helped them detoxify himself, then I could confirm that he was the little beggar.

But now, I don't understand what I really want.

Am I hurting someone just to get an answer?

I've found so much evidence that the masked man is a little beggar, so why do I have to insist on getting an accurate answer?

I never wanted to hurt innocent people, but I didn't care about other people's lives for this answer, and I became less like myself.

I was getting more and more flustered, and I was desperate for an explanation for what I had done.

Suddenly, I understood the reason, and I confirmed it again and again, and I had to admit that it was because I fell in love with this man who was sometimes domineering, sometimes cute, sometimes cruel, and sometimes tender.

His love for me made me fall deeply, even if it would never recover, I fell in love with him without hesitation, but I couldn't get over a hurdle in my heart.

That hurdle is the person I have been obsessed with for six years, I never forget him, I think I love him deeply. But it was precisely because I had been looking for him for six years but couldn't find him that he became an obsession in my heart.

I can't even tell if I love the little beggar or the obsession of love.

When the masked man appeared in my life, the masked man's concern and love for me made me move my heart again, but I secretly warned myself again and again in my heart that I can't be sorry for the little beggar, if you fall in love with the masked man, you are disloyal to the little beggar.

So, I subconsciously hoped that the little beggar and the masked man would be alone, and that I could continue to love the masked man without being sorry for the little beggar.

That's why I subconsciously look for the similarities between the two, so I care about the true identity of the mask man, so I do the wrong thing of hurting others and forcing the mask man to reveal his identity.

Thinking about the cause and effect here, I can't sit still anymore, even if the masked man is not a little beggar, I still love him, if I love him, why bother with his identity? The little beggar is an obsession for me, an ethereal love that cannot be touched, six years of youth, dedicated to him without regrets, when a sincere feeling appears again, I should also let go of the past and embrace this love.