Chapter 1327

Poria hugged Chu Qing and slept all night, waking up on the 2nd day, the pain on her leg had completely subsided last night, but Poria still couldn’t rest assured, plus Chu Qing’s words last night, let her heart Very captivated, he decided to go hunting for game and change his taste for Chu Qing.

“You be more careful.” Chu Qing looked at Fu Ling’s back and prepared to pack, and he assuredly asked, “Be careful of poisonous snake! Don’t let me save you again!”

“Got it! You can wait for me to come home at home! Nagging …” Po Ling went out, did not look back, came back complied from afar, waved his hand and disappeared in the sight of Chu Qing.

When Fu Ling left the house, Chu Qing was the only one left in his family. His legs were not perfect. It was inconvenient to go anywhere. He stayed alone for a while and was really bored, so he pushed his wheelchair to the desk .

With paper and pen on the table, Chu Qing had nothing to do with it. He simply sat at the desk, rubbed his ink, and picked up the pen to write the ancient poems he had memorized.

Chu Qing has also practiced calligraphy before, and he writes well. It’s just that I haven’t practiced for a long time, and it is inevitable that I am a little rusty, but soon he recovered his original state, and the ancient poems in his mind kept jumping out.

But when it was written, Chu Qing felt that there were strange images flashing in front of him, he felt his head rising and sinking, and there seemed to be something that he wanted to gush out.

He shook his head, feeling a little excited in his heart. He intuitively felt that those things that were blocked were his memories. He wanted to remember the past. He wanted to know he and Fuling’s former, he …

“Ah!” Chu Qing struggled to touch the memory, but suddenly felt a sharp pain, as if someone forcibly pierced the nail into his scalp.

The more he wanted to recall something, the harder his head hurt. He called out to the bear and wanted to give up. But the memories are clearly close, he even started to see the blurry picture, he can not give up!

A sharp sting hit the depths of Chu Qing’s mind, causing his whole soul to tremble, and there were constantly messy fragments floating through his mind, but when he wanted to see more clearly, these fragments disappeared again.

His hand was loose, and he could no longer hold the pen in his hand. With a bang, the pen fell to the ground. Because both hands were holding head, Chu Qing’s body centered forward and fell directly to the ground.

When Fuling walked into the house with a hare and 2 pheasants in his hand, he saw Chu Qing falling before the wheel, his body curled up, his hands holding his head in pain, his mouth kept emitting Painful roar.

“Chu Qing! Chu Qing, what’s wrong with you!” Fu Ling threw his prey on the ground in a fright, hurried forward to lift him from the ground, leaned over and looked closely.

“Poling me, I have a pain … headache …” Chu Qing heard Fuling’s voice and settled inexplicably in his heart, but almost all his attention was focused on his memories, and he could only subconsciously tell his feelings.

Fu Ling also panicked at once, anxiously said: “Why do you have a headache? You opened the window to blow the hair again?” He grabbed Chu Qing’s wrist and pulsed him, but Chu Qing’s pulse was not at all abnormal.

The pain in his mind eased a little, and Chu Qing could finally endure the pain without concentration attention completely. He tried to sort out his thoughts and gasped and said: “No, I … I seem to think of something, but my memory is very vague and many, I ca n’t see clearly, and I ca n’t catch it … Fuling, I really want to recall the past. “

After listening to Chu Qing’s intermittent answer, Fu Ling’s heart slowly sank, and she held Chu Qing’s hand back and did not speak. She knew clearly that the reason why Chu Qing had a headache was unbearable. There was no other reason because his memory was slowly recovering.

(End of this chapter)