As expected, when she went out and came back, Hua Yu began to get hot, fell into a deep coma, and had a high fever.

The temperature under the hand was too hot, and the fingers that were touched when the flower was touched as if they had been electrocuted, and they shrank their hands.

Close the doors and windows tightly, don't let the cool breeze blow in, and turn over the thick quilt covered in winter, cover the body of Huayu, wet the cold towel when flowering, and start to cool Huayu physically.

In just a few moments, his forehead began to heat violently. In addition to physical cooling, there is no antipyretic medicine on the side, whether he can survive or not, it really depends on Hua Yu himself......

“… Second, second sister, the person next door woke up. ”

Hua Zhu's voice was a little cringe, coming from the direction of the door.

After Xu is entered the small courtyard of the Hua family, there were too many unexpected situations, and the two of Songzhu, who had originally gone from an unfamiliar environment to another unfamiliar environment, had been standing on the side and observing very carefully.

was called by Hua Shi to take care of another injured man, but the people in this room, all their minds were on this side, and they didn't care about the other person, and then the person woke up, and Hua Zhu ran over to inform Hua Shi.

Hua Shi was stunned, turned his head to look at Hua Yu, who was in a deep coma, still wrinkling his eyebrows, with a painful expression, and another person who was also injured and brought back, how could he wake up so quickly?

"Okay, I see, I'll be here in a moment."

Hua Shi answered, lowered his head and re-wet the sweaty wet towel, folded it, and covered the hot forehead of the flower.

She came out of the house, Hua Xiao and Hua Li were standing in the hall, red eyes, listless, wilted, eyes looking this way, empty and unthinking, I don't know what to think.

"Sister ......"

Hua Xiao stepped forward tightly, and asked again in a dumb voice, "Is the second brother better?" ”

"Go in and keep watch," Hanashi sighed without answering her words, and admonished again, "the towel that covers his forehead, when it is warm, wet it with water, wring it out, and cover it again." ”

Hua Xiao and Hua Li nodded unconsciously, and then entered the house.

The shadow of the flower, who was squatting on the edge of the threshold of the hall, heard the footsteps of the flower walking out, turned his head, opened his round eyes, and looked over, "Sister... I am hungry. ”

The immature voice of the flower shadow came from the side, and the footsteps of the flower time to the opposite side paused, and turned his head to look in the direction of the source of the sound.

"I'm hungry." Huaying clutched her stomach and stood up, looking at her with a confused look in her eyes.

When Hua Shi looked at the sky, he found that he returned home before dawn, and ran into the mountains to look for most of the night, bringing back the injured Hua Yu, and before he knew it, it was past noon again......

She turned her head to look at Huazhu who was standing on the side, and said, "Wait a minute, I'll go to the kitchen to see what I have to eat." ”

Busy and dizzy, everyone hasn't eaten at this time, hungry, if it weren't for the flower shadow calling her, I guess I don't know when I will remember.

"Come, follow me, I'll take you to get food."

Hua Shi took the little hand of the flower shadow and walked outside, walking under the eaves full of things, and came to the messy little kitchen.

There is still a fire at the stove, the hot water has just been boiled, the firewood has not been extinguished, the flower is on the stove, washed twice, boiled a large pot of white porridge, took some pickled bacon, cut it into slices, put it in the pot and steam it, as a side dish, and drank the white porridge.

Nothing else is busy now, so let's eat some porridge to fill my stomach.

It didn't take much effort to cook the white porridge, and it was quickly cooked. Huaying was too hungry, and after serving a bowl of hot porridge, she couldn't wait to drink it.

"Xiaoying, slow down, don't drink it and burn your mouth first."

Hua Shi stopped him, took back the wooden bowl he was holding in one hand, and walked towards the wooden table outside the courtyard with a stack of slowly steamed bacon on the other.

The little one looked up at her and followed her with a fuss.

"You sit and eat slowly, wait until it's cold before drinking, don't be in a hurry to drink, be careful of burning."

Hua Shi was really afraid that he didn't pay attention, and Hua Ying was hungry and faint again, so he swallowed it without saying a word.

The porridge that has just come out of the pot is still piping hot, and if you swallow it like this, even if you spit it out in time, you will be burned.

"Uh-huh..."

Huaying moved the stool, listened to the repeated advice of the flower, and the chick nodded again and again as if pecking rice.

Hua Shi turned around and walked towards the hall again, she herself had not eaten since yesterday afternoon, and she was not hungry at all, and she had no appetite.

Thinking that the strange man in the house had woken up, the two of them were guarding inside at this time, and they quickened their pace and walked over.

In the humble house, the windows are closed, the door is only open by a gap, and the light inside the house is a little dim.

Hua Shi pushed the door in, and the sound made Hua Song and Hua Zhu, who were guarding the door, turn their heads to look at each other.

"The kitchen has cooked porridge, you two go out to eat first, you don't need to guard here."

After the two of them went out, Hua Shi's eyes refocused on the man sitting on the kang.

While she looked at the other party, the man looked at her with the same scrutinizing gaze, but the latter looked at her with a look of confusion.

"How do you feel?"

Seeing that he was staring at him a little distracted, Hua Shi stepped forward and asked.

The man looked at her and moved his gaze downward, his wandering eyes dodging, before he spoke slowly, "... Headache. ”

Hua Shi saw the cloth wrapped around his head and the blood oozing out, and guessed that he hit his head like Hua Yu, but the situation was not as serious as Hua Yu.

"Elsewhere?" Flower time asked again.

She has been taking care of Hua Yu's side, she didn't care about this side, and she didn't know what the person's injuries were, but according to the first situation at that time, Hua Yu's injuries were more serious, and she was covered in blood.

And when this person was brought back, there was a bloody long sword lying beside him, and he looked at his clothes, and he seemed to be a person with high martial arts......

The man raised his aching arms, held them up to Hua Shi to show her, and whispered, "My hands hurt too." ”

Hua Shi looked at his arm, which was also tightly wrapped, and the person who bandaged his wound seemed to be very skillful, not like the first time he bandaged it.

She nodded, "Hmm," and pondered again before asking, "What's your name?" Why does it appear in the mountains? ”

The man withdrew his hands and suddenly lowered his head, his head groggy.

What's his name? Why is it here?

These two questions swirled in his mind for a while, and in his chaotic and fuzzy mind, no matter how hard he tried to think about it, he couldn't find the answer he wanted.

So he was silent for a long time before he looked up at the flower again, shook his head lightly, and said seriously, "Forget it." ”

Forgot??

Hua Shi didn't expect that this person lowered his head and thought for a long time, and then said these two words.

The man's serious expression is not like a fake, his blank eyes are not mixed with the things on the side, and for a while, he doesn't know how to react when he spends.

Really forgot? Is it transient amnesia caused by post-traumatic sequelae? Or did it hit a certain part of the head, causing nerve damage......

For a moment, several possibilities came to his mind.

"And do you remember this long sword?"

Hua Shi took the long sword on the bedside table and handed it to him.

The blood stains on the long sword had been cleaned, and the hilt and scabbard were glowing with dark gold, and there were many places of wear, apparently the owner who used it and often wiped it.

The man's gaze froze for a moment when it touched the long sword in Hanatoki's hand, and his eyelids were lowered, as if he was in deep thought.

"Somewhat familiar, but... I can't think of ......."

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