Sheng Xuanyuan realized belatedly that it was not so much that Qiong Yi remembered him, but that she got to know him again.
Qiong will also call him "Sheng Kyung", and she will only call him one person.
Doctors all marveled that for people who have been poisoned by soul-purifying poison and become numb, it is a great joy to be able to recognize and remember someone.
The strange poison that seemed to be unsolvable was resolved bit by bit under Sheng Xuanyuan's dedicated care.
Qiong Yi still didn't know Su Ye, Yan Tingshen, or her junior brothers and sisters. When she saw them, she just felt strange. She would call Sheng Xuanyuan's name and shrink into his arms timidly.
Everyone in the village knew that Mr. Sheng had a wife who sacrificed her life to save everyone, but lost her mind because of it. Whenever she saw them walking behind the village, she would not comment or ridicule them, but would always give them some fruit. Qiong would also take the fruit with a smile and give it to Sheng Xuanyuan to eat. Sheng Xuanyuan would wash it and Pass it back to her mouth.
When he and she were lying on the lawn of the small mound and looking at the clouds, Sheng Xuanyuan would think, even if Qiong Yi can't get rid of this poison in this life, I will take care of her for the rest of her life.
Qiong Yi sat on the grass, picked up small wild flowers in the grass, goose yellow or light pink, and stuck them in his hair: "Sheng Jin." She would say some short words and ask him many questions. Thing: "Flowers, paper ones. Flowers, living ones?"
Seeing her pointing at the pomegranate silk flowers in his hair, Sheng Xuanyuan knew what she was asking and replied: "Well, the flowers on your head are made of silk paper. They are grown from seeds in the grass and are alive. "
She smiled very nicely: "I like it."
After saying that, she flopped down and lay down on the grass. The grass thorns scratched her neck, which made her feel a little itchy. She asked again: "Sheng Kyung, madam, what?"
Sheng Xuanyuan raised the corner of his lips slightly: "It's you. You are the lady I have arranged to marry, and you are my unmarried wife. I will marry you when I get married, and you also promised to stay with me for the rest of my life."
Qiong Yi blinked: "Yeah."
"Sheng Kyung, what did I do before? They cried when they saw me?"
Sheng Xuanyuan lowered his eyelashes and said with a hint of pain, "It's okay. Just stay with me like this."
Qiong Yi was very sensitive to emotions. Although there was a slight smile on Sheng Xuanyuan's face, she knew that he was not smiling. She felt sad and sat up.
Sheng Xuanyuan felt Qiong Yi lying down and resting her head on his chest. He didn't know what she was doing: "What's wrong?"
Qiong did not answer him, but put her ear against his heart. Listening to the beating sound, she took a breath and said, "Heart."
She covered her heart: "It hurts."
Sheng Xuanyuan also sat up and stared at her. Qiong Yi raised his hand, put his arms around her neck, and put it against her chest. Sheng Xuanyuan was agitated and wanted to hide, but she hugged her and held her down. , "Qiong Yi, don't do this."
Qiong also pressed him on her chest, lowered her head, and just said, "Listen."
What could Sheng Xuanyuan hear? He could only hear his own chaotic heartbeat and heavier breathing.
The side of his face was very soft, with the ups and downs caused by breathing. Her hands held him tightly, and her arms were warm, along with the breath from the top of her head. Sheng Xuanyuan's body became stiffer and stiffer. The more he struggled, the closer Qiong Yi pressed him, and the touch of his chest became more obvious. It was slightly full, but not barren. Sheng Xuanyuan closed his eyes, mixed with In his rapid breathing, he finally heard her heartbeat clearly.
Very gentle and quiet.
Then, there were dripping drops of wet water above her head. Sheng Xuanyuan thought it was raining, but it was a clear day and there was still sunlight flickering between the grass. It could only be her tears.
Qiong also sobbed silently, and the tears fell more and more.
Sheng Xuanyuan wiped her tears, and could only hear her vaguely apologizing, apologizing for forgetting, apologizing for being incompetent, apologizing for no longer being the person they remembered, but they had no idea why she had changed. Like this.
People who save others are forgotten by themselves and do not need to apologize.
She will always be her, and he will always love her, and that's enough.
Wipe away her tears, this is what Sheng Xuanyuan told her.
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From that day on, Qiong also began to have contact with people other than Sheng Xuanyuan, and got to know everyone around her again. However, when they treated her, they were always cautious, mixed with worries and suspicions. This cautiousness would always affect her. She, she doesn't like getting along with these people who always call her "Senior Sister" and "Miss Lu". It seems that they are always remembering another person through themselves.
But Sheng Xuanyuan would say nice things and praise her, saying that she was getting better day by day, saying that she would soon learn new things, and would caress her head and chuckle.
He didn't smile often, although he always smiled slightly at himself, but it wasn't a real smile.
Qiong also likes to see the way he smiles. He will only smile sincerely when he behaves very much like in the past, so she is willing to contact others to recall the forgotten self.
Sheng Xuanyuan saw that she was gradually able to get along with others, and gradually stopped staying in the village and went to the front line to take care of things. The Sheng clan had Su Ye and Yan Tingshen, one in charge of the outside and one in charge of the inside. They managed the platform extremely well and led the cultivators to fight several battles while Mo Yungu was still seriously injured, and almost won all the battles.
When he finished his work and returned to the small village, he could see Qiong Yi running towards him like flying.
She didn't know where she learned it, and she bluntly called him husband, because he said that she was his wife, and she heard that a wife should call the person she likes "husband", so she called him that and said she missed him.
Qiong Yi was like this before.
When she expressed her longing, she was straightforward and clear, with warm eyes, but she had never called herself that way.
"You'd better call me Sheng Jin." Sheng Xuanyuan said after touching Qiong Yi's head.
At night, Qiong Yi huddled in front of him and fell asleep quietly. Sheng Xuanyuan wanted to wait for her to fall asleep and then carry her to another bed, but she still couldn't sleep soundly and squirmed in his arms, extremely Restless.
He pressed her helplessly, kissing and caressing her gently, but Qiong also woke up due to his torment. The hand on his sleeve stretched along the skirt of his clothes, and kissed her back as he moved, and the gentle kiss was lengthened by her, Spending time with each other, Sheng Xuanyuan felt her clinging to him, her legs hooked around his waist, and her breathing was panting. He couldn't help but hug her tightly and linger on her, but he came back to his senses in an instant.
Qiong Yi climbed on his shoulder and came closer, but Sheng Xuanyuan avoided her lips.
"Qiong Yi, I can't..." His Adam's apple rolled as he gasped, and his cheeks turned red.
She was puzzled: "Why?"
"I can't stand it..." Sheng Xuanyuan supported her and deliberately avoided skin contact, "Don't do this..."
"Are you feeling uncomfortable? Sheng Jin?" Qiong Yi's fingertips lightly scratched his neck. She didn't know why Sheng Xuanyuan had such a big reaction. The Adam's apple floated like a raised hill, so she used I pressed my fingertips on it and picked two. He hissed and grabbed her hand in confusion. His rationality was almost worn out, and he pressed down. There was a thought in his heart that kept inducing him. It seemed that he could continue to comfort himself, and he finally accepted it. In response to her own desire, one hand held up her waist from below. Qiong Yi also cooperated very well, pressing it against his lower abdomen, looking at him with only a pair of purple eyes.
Sheng Xuan's resentful eyes were full of emotion, as if covered with a thin veil. He stroked Qiong Yi's cheek and leaned up to look at her.
He didn't know how many times he had dreamed about the scene of dual cultivation with her, and fantasized about it many times. He had imagined the expression on Qiong Yi's face, whether it was shy, confused, or in a trance, intoxicated. But at this moment, what he saw was a pair of confused eyes. His eyes were confused, but still a little calm.
This is the last expression that should appear at this time.
It shouldn't appear on her face at this time.
Sheng Xuanyuan's interest suddenly dropped, as if someone had poured cold water on his head, extinguishing all the heat he had felt just now.
Qiong Yi didn't know what would happen next. She just believed in him and relied on him, so she was willing to cooperate with his actions.
Thinking of this, Sheng Xuanyuan's heart ached a little.
Qiong Yi's eyes were particularly bright in the dark night. Seeing that he didn't want to continue, she scratched him gently: "Sheng Kyung?"
"It's okay. Go to sleep."
Sheng Xuanyuan pulled on his middle coat, turned over, and lay down on one side. Qiong was also in a daze, as if he had done something wrong.
"Sheng Kyung?" She sat up and moved over to his ear, calling him softly: "Sheng Kyung —"
Her clear voice sounded numb in his ears. Sheng Xuanyuan covered his ears: "Don't make trouble."
"Are you angry with me?" Qiong Yi felt a little aggrieved, imitating what he did to her, kissing and biting his earlobe. His earlobe was frighteningly hot, and the tiger's teeth lightly pierced the cartilage, not knowing whether it was to reduce heat or increase temperature. , Sheng Xuanyuan couldn't stand it anymore, and he couldn't be so indifferent to her. He turned around and pushed her down: "Qiong Yi, what are you doing?"
"I..." Her eyelashes flickered: "It's very comfortable for you to do this to me. So I kiss you too."
"...Who said anything strange to you?"
"The aunt in the village said that this is how husband and wife should be." She said, "I am your wife, and you said so."
Sheng Xuanyuan pursed his lips and listened to her firm voice. Her stubborn temper could not be easily persuaded. He asked lightly: "Want me to continue?"
She nodded: "Yeah."
He rested his head on Qiong Yi's shoulder: "Then you will be well."
Qiong didn't know what he was going to do, but Sheng Xuanyuan was the best person to her in the world. No matter what he did, she was not afraid.
The next moment, there was pain on her shoulder. Sheng Xuanyuan bit her with great force and no sense of propriety. He just wanted to hurt her and leave a bad impression on her. Don't do this again in the future. Provoke yourself.
"Ah! It hurts!" Qiong Yi felt that the person on his body was simply a dog, or a fox that liked to bite people. He felt that the flesh would be broken by his bite, so he pushed and hit him: "It hurts! Don't bite! Sheng Jing !”
Sheng Xuanyuan didn't dare to speak harshly on his neck, but he didn't have any worries about his chest, waist and legs. The size difference was too big, and Qiong Yi didn't know how to use the inner energy. He couldn't break away or escape, so he was restrained and tortured.
After an unknown amount of time, the torture was deemed over. Sheng Xuanyuan loosened her hand and asked her, "Does it hurt?"
Qiong also felt that this person was just pretending! Asking questions knowingly! What a mess! His eyes were red: "I don't like you anymore! I want to leave! Let me go!..."
As expected, Qiong Yi's temperament would say such things.
Sheng Xuanyuan chuckled and sighed. He got out of bed and picked up her clothes. He looked at the teeth marks all over her body and said, "Next time you disturb people like this, we will bite you again."
Qiong Yi bit her lower lip, tightened her mouth, and stared at him: "That's not the case..."
Sheng Xuanyuan lowered his eyes and said, "That's what I do. If you don't accept it, you can bite it back."
Qiong Yi turned her head away hard, but twisted her neck. With a crisp "click" sound, she covered her neck and jumped back to her bed aggrievedly, and got into the quilt to catch her breath.
During the night, she was so angry that she couldn't sleep. She felt Sheng Xuanyuan and wanted to lift the quilt to take a look at herself. She shrank more and more until she woke up and realized that it was almost noon.
Sheng Xuanyuan left a note for herself on the desk, but what was the use of it? She didn't know how to read.
Qiong Yi thought wistfully: If he bites me every night, this marriage might as well not be consummated.
But Sheng Kyung is really good-looking. Qiong Yi thought again: Those who call me Senior Sister and Junior Sister, and those who call me Miss Lu, are not half as good-looking as him.
There are only a few people here who would call themselves "Qiong Yi" like him.
Qiong Yi touched the mark on his neck, blocked it with his collar, and continued to think: there was only the one who talked a lot and was noisy, the one who looked smart and smiling, and Sheng Kyung.
She took the note and went to the camp where she was recovering from injuries to find someone who called her senior sister. It didn't have to be them, anyone could do it as long as she was literate.
But the people in the camp are always very busy. One group is replaced, another group is replaced, and they leave after their injuries are better, but they don't stay long.
There used to be a person who called him junior sister. He had a very good personality. He seemed to be named Lu Xu. He was kind, gentle and generous. However, Sheng Jing didn't like him very much and wouldn't let him talk to him. He recovered from his injuries and returned to the front line not long ago.
Qiong also walked around the camp and quietly walked out without seeing anyone she knew. Those strangers would look at her with pity, sadness or pity, but she was obviously still alive and well, not dead, so why did they look at her like this?
Qiong Yi felt very sad. She couldn't understand it. She couldn't understand it no matter what.
