Heartburn

The dazzling red light, the roaring trucks, the brakes that were too late to step on... I was imprisoned in the cab, unable to move, I could only watch myself getting closer and closer to death. There was a deafening crash, and the final picture was frozen in the sky of fire——

Is this a dream or a memory? If it is a dream, why is this pain so real? If it is a memory... why can't I remember it at all?

Am I dead or alive? can not remember.

What happened? can not remember.

who am I? can not remember.

——Can't remember anything.

He opened his eyes suddenly and stared blankly at the top of the bed where he could see—dark brown wood studded with dark gold patterns, engraved with intricate and exquisite carvings, and the air was filled with a quiet and pleasant incense. , The teacher could not help but relax his mind.

However, the first reaction in my mind was astonishment. It seemed that the scene I saw in my impression should be white, and what I smell at the end of my nose should be a pungent smell-although I don’t know where this idea came from. .

Where is this? Why am I here? The most frightening thing is that I can't even remember my name, my identity.

Blinking in confusion, I held up my hands and wanted to sit up. Unexpectedly, with a slight movement, the weakness of my whole body was immediately fed back to the limbs, and then it converged into the ultimate pain in my chest-I couldn't help hiss. Whisper.

I moved my eyes down and lifted the thin silk quilt, only to realize that I was only covered with a light-colored thin shirt that was almost transparent. I touched my chest, but it was wrapped in layers of heavy gauze. At the most painful place, red blood oozes even more at this moment, and the tentacles are warm and slippery, sticking to the fingertips, and I can't help but be stunned.

Is this... my wound? How did it cause the damage? Who did it again?

There were countless questions in my mind, but all my thoughts were interrupted by a sharp pain in an instant, as if there was a sharp blade in my brain that interrupted the sea, blocking any memory fragments trying to gather together; this sharp pain It was a hundred times worse than the dull pain in the chest that slowly oozes blood. It was unbearable, and I had to give in and stop thinking about it.

My sigh disappeared in the light that came in behind the faintly open door, a sound of footsteps approached gently, and stood by the bed, but there was no movement afterwards.

As the footsteps approached, I subconsciously closed my eyes, slowed my breathing, and pretended to be still asleep. I didn’t even know why I had such a reaction, but I didn’t know why. How to face it, perhaps subconsciously resisting to face it.

Before I clarified the difference, I heard a cold and moving voice whisper: "You are awake."

The tone is affirmative.

Being exposed, I was a little embarrassed, but I had to open my eyes and look at the man. In fact, I was very curious. Who is the owner of this nice and familiar voice? How can I teach it only with that sigh-like whisper? People throbbed.

I think I must have known her, otherwise I wouldn't have such a big reaction-even though I can't remember it at all.

He raised his eyes to look at the sound, and the man was looking down, his faint eyes were bottomless, like a cold pool that sucked people's soul, just staring for a moment, the pure black seemed to pass a touch of amber The flowing light, like the calm pool of cold water, suddenly appeared swaying waves, although it was fleeting, but it left a circle of ripples.

——Snow makes skin and jade face, and will not marry coquettish to Dongfeng.

Suddenly, there was such a sentence, I don't know the origin, I don't understand the deep meaning, but stubbornly feel that it is very suitable for this woman.

"Hmm..." I stared at each other for a long time, and the pain in my chest that couldn't be ignored taught me to regain my senses. I don't know whether it was the **** wound or some emotion that I couldn't distinguish.

And as I cried out in pain, those black pupils suddenly tightened, and they turned away the quilt covering me without saying a word. Then, under my stiff gaze, they tore away the thin, nothing-like robe. My eyebrow frowned, his voice was suddenly cold, but his tone was extremely soft, accompanied by a cautious concern: "The wound is cracked? Does it hurt?"

In her eyes, I saw a pale and weak face, and lips that lost blood because of the pain-this reflection, could it be me?

Some... strange.

Before I could answer, she quickly turned around and went outside, walking hurriedly and worried. It can be seen that she is someone who is very close to me. If this is the case, then it must be unlikely that she was the one who hurt me, right?

This speculation made me finally put down most of my vigilance.

Having lost all my memories, I wandered on the road ahead, and my friends and enemies didn't know it. I really felt like walking on thin ice.

So, can I trust her?

After a while, the sound of footsteps sounded again, but heavier than before.

I hurriedly sorted the clothes that had been pulled apart, and turned my head to look around.

Behind the man was a man carrying a medicine box. His face was quite feminine, but his expression was very indifferent. Seeing me looking straight at him, his brows frowned-I could feel it after all these distances. The coldness that came from him, and maybe there was a bit of hostility that seemed innocent, I just hope it's not that I am too sensitive.

"Wei Shu, her wound is oozing blood, and Xu Shi is cracking open again. Quickly see if there is a major problem?" The man glanced at me lightly, and quickly looked away, only to face it with a deep voice. The man said.

It sounds like the one carrying the medicine box should be a doctor—couldn't he be the one who bandaged the wound for me?

Thinking of the gauze and robes wrapped around in circles, I couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, since she is awake, it proves that the medicine has worked, and her life is saved. Just wait for the wound to heal," the man said lightly, "Sit up and I will change the medicine for you."

This last sentence was obviously addressed to me.

After a moment, I gritted my teeth and propped up my arm to get up, but one of them took the lead and gently pressed my shoulder, and said unsuspectingly: "You are still weak, just lie down, and I will change the dressing for you."

Then he looked at the cold-faced man, without saying a word, and it was obvious that he was chasing guests.

I noticed that the man’s eyes were surging, not as indifferent as on the surface, but he restrained it well, just nodded, took out the medicine bottle and gauze from the medicine box and put it on the table, just before turning around and leaving. Open the mouth casually: "Your Majesty, I have told you all the drawbacks of Ji Dan that day, you must be mentally prepared."

"...Go on." She poured the medicine on the gauze intently, seeming to disregard the man's warning, and waved her hand without looking back.

Somehow, even though the man retreated silently, the look he looked back at when he left taught me that my back was cold, and there was a little faint fear.

"There will be some pain, bear with me." Helping me to sit up, the man held the gauze dipped in the potion in one hand, and leaned toward my skirt with the other hand, but he hesitated a little when he was about to touch it, his eyes drifted. , Just don’t look at me.

In this situation, why is it more shy than my client? Where is the heroic energy that pulled my shirt just now?

Everyone is female, and there is nothing to do. It is better than teaching that man to change my dressing. What else do I not know?

"This girl, thank you for your care." Seeing her drooping, her movements were methodical. I guessed that she was awkward in her heart. I was grateful for her care, so I took the initiative to say thank you and broke the silence at this moment.

I was about to ask her about the causes and consequences, but I felt the movement of her hands suddenly stopped, and the drooping beautiful eyes suddenly drenched, as if to look into my heart: "What do you call me?"

"Uh, aunt, girl?" Seeing her look changed drastically, I felt a little bit in my heart. I didn't know where I was wrong, so I had to bite the bullet and explain, "Sorry, my mind is blank now. I can't remember anything. Please forgive me for what offended you."

I suddenly remembered that the man just called her "Your Majesty", and I was shocked: This is not an honorary name for ordinary people, and the layout and furnishings of this room all show extraordinary dignity and luxury.

What the **** is this place? Who is this unparalleled woman? What is the relationship between her and me?

"Don't remember?" Just when I was uncomfortable with the deep gaze, she finally asked in a low voice, "I forgot everything? Even I...forgot?"

When she saw it like this, I couldn't speak immediately. I felt a little guilty of conscience. I just sneered: "I just think you are kind to you. I want to know you—can you tell me what happened? Who am I? Why is it hurt?"

Was it an accident, or was someone going to kill me?

This last question is still my guess, so it's hard to ask directly.

Unexpectedly, after listening to my questioning, the man's expression was stagnant, as if he was unbelievable, and froze in place like being struck by lightning. Those dark eyes seemed to be brewing an invisible storm, and like It was the frost and snow that fell on nine cold days, even the extreme coldness could not conceal the deep sadness.

"You..." I looked at those eyes, watching the reflection of myself at a loss, speechless.

Just for a moment, she suddenly lowered her eyes, gathered up the clothes for me, and carefully raised the quilt, twitched the corner of her mouth, and smiled casually: "Forget it, I'll just listen to you."

She took a deep breath, her slender fingers twisted the strands of hair on my cheeks, and the soft finger pads ran across my skin, as if she was nostalgic, and as if she was just touching it casually. When he left, there was only a dreamlike smile on his lips, not real: "Just remember, your name is Kuang Xihan, you are the most noble prince of Dawu."

——Prince? There is always an unreal feeling.

"What about you?" Nodded and asked nonchalantly. I didn't understand why I had so many complicated emotions towards the woman in front of me.

"Me?" She laughed in a low voice, how much self-deprecating and bitterness in the laughter, "My name is Kuang Ximing, it's yours-sister."

For some reason, her "elder sister" taught me to tremble, and her beautiful smile taught me to fall into the sorrow and melancholy of the sky for no reason, and it was difficult to extricate myself from it.