forgetting

The man sat on a chair downstairs and looked upstairs anxiously.

Just when I wanted to go up to visit, I was knocked down by Chuhan's followers.

I can only sit here and wait anxiously.

"Qing'er..." Chuhan held Jiuqing's hand tightly and stayed by his side.

When it was almost evening, Jiuqing finally woke up.

Opening his eyes in a daze, Chu Han who was beside him immediately moved over, and asked hastily, "Qing'er, how are you feeling?"

Jiuqing shook her head, "I'm fine." She smiled again, and gave Chuhan a reassuring look.

After recuperating in the inn for a few days, Jiuqing's health has improved a lot.

The sun was just right that day, and the gentle autumn wind filled Chang'an City with the slight fragrance of golden osmanthus.

The sun shone in through the opened door of the inn, and the gilt-painted fan outside the door swung open again.

Smiling softly, the clear voice sounded again, "I'm Xiao Min, let's meet each other and smile at each other for gratitude and hatred."

Jiuqing who was sitting on the stool stared blankly at him, but Chu Han suddenly stood up.

Grabbing Xiao Ming's skirt, he dragged it out, "What the hell are you trying to do?!"

"It's just to accompany that son." She smiled, still without any struggle.

The gold-painted fan covered his expression, his voice was a little trembling, "Is he alright?"

Chuhan stared at Xiao Ming viciously, "It's good that you're not here."

"I... just want to see him, I... will leave right away." Xiao Min smiled wryly, looking at Chuhan.

"Now that it's over, can you go now?"

"Um……"

Chuhan returned to the inn, Jiuqing stood up, wrapped his arms around his waist, and said softly, "What's wrong? Chuhan?"

"It's okay," Chu Han shook his head and smiled warmly.

When the finger touched the warm blood, everyone's memory was restored in an instant, and the heart was dug out thousands of years ago, and the memory gradually came to life.

The tide-like feelings also gradually warmed up from the bottom of my heart.

But it was like a dream, just for a moment, and gradually forgotten.

In the autumn of Chang'an City, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the golden osmanthus is fragrant.

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