Chapter 670 I Lost My Memory 4
When Hei Xiazi gets serious, he is still very serious.
Chen An woke up and saw the blind man cooking. He looked at Zhang Qilin.
"Silly."
Zhang Qilin explained it in two sentences, just two sentences.
"Live with blind thoughts and cure your eyes."
Hei Xia Zi had just brought the food to the table when he heard the mute's words.
Is this really helping the blind?
In fact, when Chen An saw Hanhan's eyes, he agreed.
This was my brother’s first request.
Besides, who can resist such a look?
Hei Xiazi took off his apron and explained seriously.
"Chen An, this matter is presumptuous of the blind man, the blind man..."
Chen An shook his head. When the blind man thought it was impossible, he said.
"You are Hanhan's friend. You don't need to give a reason. As long as you are friends with Hanhan, that's enough."
Zhang Qilin was standing behind Chen An, smiling with a smug look on his face.
He said his brother was the best to him.
Hei Xia Zi was stunned and then laughed. Everyone has secrets.
Just keep your own secrets.
He would not go to the tomb until his eyes were healed.
As for the Nine Gates or the Wang Family, none of it has anything to do with him.
As long as the mute doesn't get involved, there's nothing he can do about it.
It seems that the mute doesn't want to get involved at all now.
As for the Wu family, isn’t it all about transactions? If you really don’t want to, learn from the Second Master, who is the Gu family.
Besides, it’s just that little money. If it weren’t for the sake of their eyes, only a blind person would not do it.
It’s better to be outside the game than to be involved in it yourself.
Chen An picked up some shredded pork with green peppers for Hei Xia Zi and some chicken legs for Han Han, and they all ate quietly.
The warm yellow light in the kitchen at night warms people's hearts.
When Hei Xia Zi was taken to the room, it was indeed the same as the mute's room, except that it lacked the breath of life.
After taking a shower, Hei Xia Zi found 5 hot water bottles in the quilt on the bed.
Black Bear: ...
The blind man is not afraid of the cold, but he also likes this hot treatment.
When I lie in bed, I smell the scent of the sun.
The blind man also holds on to the thigh, he is really brave and has everything.
When Chen An returned to his room, he saw Hanhan sitting beside his bed, looking angry.
He walked over and touched his head, "What's wrong?"
He won't be jealous, right? He is just stupid and I have never seen him care about others.
He explained, "I treat him well because he is Hanhan's friend. My Hanhan has grown up and has friends now."
Zhang Qilin's ears were red and he hugged Chen An's waist.
Chen An always said that he had a smell, and he felt that Chen An was the one with a smell.
It was a mixed medicinal scent.
Very reassuring.
The next day, Chen An gave the blind man a pendant and asked him to wear it every day.
Then the blind man discovered something very interesting.
He discovered that the people from the Nine Gates couldn't see him, or rather, simply ignored him.
Unless he speaks up.
This is good, this is a killer weapon.
No wonder the mute was wandering around the streets and no one at the Crescent Hotel noticed him.
The mute must have this thing too.
He wondered why the mute was wandering around even though he had lost his memory, and he thought the people from Jiumen were blind.
I didn’t expect Chen An to be such an expert.
Chen An: . . . .
In fact, he didn't know either. He instinctively felt that even Hanhan and Blind Man combined couldn't beat him.
I don't know where this inexplicable self-confidence comes from.
He won't delve into it further, isn't it good just like this?
Chen An was playing a childish ball-throwing game with Da Huang, who was barking all the time. Da Huang looked very happy.
The tabby cat is different. It patrols its territory every day. It is very busy and has many families.
Dahuang is very homesick and always stays with Chen An.
When Chen An was making medicine, he would ask Blind Man and Hanhan to take him out to play.
Dogs are meant to jump around.
How boring it is to look after the house every day.
Heixiazi gave up the lease and moved to a new location to set up his stall, right under the overpass.
Happy every day.
The Nine Gates couldn't find him, and the Wang family couldn't find him either, so he was free.
You can't see me, you can't see me, lulululul.
Hei Xia Zi will use his full strength to get close to Jiumen and Wu Sanxing.
In the eyes of others, he is just another person.
So, the mute really found a demon to back him up.
It's a plant spirit.
Hei Xiazi drinks a cup of tea every day. (′▽｀) After drinking it, his physical condition will be significantly improved.
"Chen An, it tastes good."
Zhang Qilin curled the corners of his mouth and said, "Of course it tastes good. He drinks it the most, like water."
It's not a blind man's cup.
Chen An clapped his hands.
"Your body's bottom line is higher than his, so it's okay to drink more."
Hei Xia Zi was speechless. Why did the mute like to compare with him? He was never like this before!
It turns out that people who are spoiled are different.
Even the blind want it.
"An An, a blind man also wants a brother."
To be honest, when Hei Xiazi's head drooped on Chen An's shoulder, he really felt it was heavy. But Hei Xiazi was a pure Mongolian, with a big frame and tall height.
This is no less than a mountain falling down on one's head.
Chen An agreed with a smile, "Okay, okay, we are all brothers. As long as you and Hanhan are happy."
Sure enough, the size of the skeletons of people who are 1.8 meters and 1.9 meters tall is very obvious.
Zhang Qilin grabbed the blind man's neck and lifted him up.
"You crushed my brother."
The blind man knew the mute agreed as soon as he heard it.
It just feels awkward.
Hei Xiazi had a huge smile, holding one in each hand and smiling happily.
Zhang Qilin: . . . .
Chen An: . . . . .
Otherwise he should take back what he said, as this child seems a little noisy.
However, as expected of a prairie eagle, its wingspan is huge and it pinched his bones.
Chen An decided to add some spice to it.
"I'll go get you some medicine, you play with Hanhan."
Hei Xiazi put his hand on the mute's shoulder, leaned over and asked quietly.
"Is my brother's medicine bitter?"
Blind people don't like to suffer.
Zhang Qilin took a blind look.
"Not bitter."
My brother would never give them anything bitter to drink. He had never drunk it before anyway. All he drank was delicious.
"Would you like some milk tea?"
The blind man was suspicious, "Mute, you can make milk tea, don't lie to the blind man, or the blind man should just drink boiled water."
He was really afraid that the mute would give him something strange to drink. Although the mute looked serious and like a good boy, he was actually full of bad intentions.
I thought of the things that the mute made when I was studying abroad.
The blind man decided to watch the mute drink first.
There is a cabinet in the kitchen, and when I opened it, it turned out to be a refrigerator.
Refrigerator.
He just looked at the mute, adding this and that, and everything he saw and smelled so far seemed to be fine.
Seems pretty good.
Heishazi saw that the mute was almost done and prepared to take the drink.
As a result, the mute turned his hand away and put the food into his own mouth.
Black Bear: ...
The mute is holding a grudge again.
It doesn’t matter, this is either fruit or red beans, it won’t kill you, and it’s quite interesting when cut into small pieces.
Hei Xiazi can cook them one by one according to his own taste.
It was not until he put the drink into his mouth through the straw that he realized it was not just delicious. This fruit was definitely not an ordinary fruit. Even the milk, he swore, was sweeter and purer than the one from the Mongolian grasslands.
As expected, my brother has a lot of good things, and the blind man is enjoying it.
But it's obvious that this thing was prepared by my brother.
A mute can only cut fruits and other things.
"Brother, do you want to drink?"
Zhang Qilin was sucking pearls, "Brother doesn't want to drink."
His brother seldom eats and looks even less like a human than he does. He even suspects that his brother is really a spirit transformed from plants.
Chen An: . . . . .
Maybe, perhaps, you guessed right.