freenovelworld Chapter 783 Good memory is not as good as bad writing
Chapter 783 Good memory is not as good as bad writing
Peninsula Apartments.
Su Qiao soaked herself in a bathtub filled with cold water to resist the burning pain caused by the eye of her previous life.
It was probably because she forced herself to go through the ghost gate again, and because Shen Ci had tricked him into killing her by mistake, she got some karma.
This attack of past life eye was violent and fatal.
When she got over it and emerged from the cold water, her whole body was almost numb with pain.
She crawled out of the corner of her eyes with difficulty, her teeth chattering.
"Evil Star... Damn it, your grave will explode!"
After she dried off, changed her clothes and came out of the room, she suddenly smelled a scent and picked up the sound coming from downstairs with her sharp ears.
Su Qiao became alert, took the bat in the corner, and quietly moved toward the kitchen...
Aman was humming a song and took out the freshly heated Babao Chicken. When she turned around, she saw a stick hitting her face, and she screamed in fright.
"Ah!! It's me, madam!"
The chicken and plate in his hand flew out, and Yan Ming rushed out. With quick eyes and hands, he first hugged the plate, and then firmly caught the steamed chicken that almost fell to the ground!
The stick hung dangerously on the tip of Aman's nose. Su Qiao stared at her for a few seconds, then slowly put away the stick, rubbed the tip of her nose, and apologized awkwardly but politely.
"I'm sorry, I thought there was a thief..."
Aman was a little aggrieved: "Madam, this is the second master's place, how could there be a thief... I sent you a message before I came here. How can you still think of me as a thief... You must have been out for too long, and we have known each other." The other little girls just forgot about me!”
Su Qiao: "..."
How come she sounds like a scumbag?
She stared at Aman's face for a few seconds, then changed the subject: "Why are you here?"
"The second master asked me to come. The old lady happened to buy a few Indonesian black chickens from outside at a high price, so she prepared them and asked me to bring them to replenish your body. I saw that it was a little cold, so I warmed it up... My chicken!" Aman hurriedly looked back and saw the chicken that had just been thrown away, sitting on the table, but one leg was missing.
Looking again, I saw a dark hedgehog squatting under the table, taking out a chicken bone from his mouth, looking at it, and stuffing it into his mouth to eat.
Yan Ming was discovered, turned around and bared his teeth at them and smiled, feeling embarrassed.
It jumped up on the table, pulled off another chicken leg, and handed it to Su Qiao: "Master can eat it too, it's not poisonous, it's delicious~"
Aman: "..."
When she was in Si Youyuan, she had already accepted that her wife had a talking hedgehog next to her.
There were other dishes, all in the packaging box, and Aman went to the kitchen to put them on the plate.
Su Qiao stared at her busy back for a few seconds, frowning slightly as she struggled to find scattered memories in her mind.
She rushed back to the room, took out a small notebook and pen from the cloth bag, and quickly wrote down Aman's name and all the information she remembered...
After finishing writing, Su Qiao looked at the information on the paper, feeling a little confused.
Aman...
She can't remember.
Her forgetting speed seems to be getting faster and faster...
When Shen Xiujin returned to Peninsula Apartment, it was already night.
Aman has left.
There was only one bedroom here, and Shen Xiujin opened the door and entered.
The floor lamp beside the bed was on, and under the soft and dim warm light, his little rose was curled up into a small ball, sleeping with her eyes closed.
Shen Xiujin walked to the bed, knelt down on her knees, and stared at her sleeping face, her dark eyes full of heartache.
Even though she had eaten so much, she was still thin and there was not much color on her face.
Shen Xiujin heard Yu Jinghuai say that in their profession, in the final analysis, they were peeking into the heavens and damaging their virtues. They could only improve their cultivation, eliminate evil spirits, and practice good deeds.
Most Taoist people who cannot achieve enlightenment in the end have their own retribution and losses.
The so-called immortal spirit is one who cannot enjoy the wealth and honor in the world and cannot gain weight.
Shen Xiujin looked at the wrinkles between her eyebrows and wanted to smooth them out for her, but was afraid of waking her up, so he stretched his hand into the air and finally slowly retracted it.
From the corner of his eye, he noticed a corner of the book peeking out from under the pillow. He looked at Su Qiao, who was sleeping soundly. He took it out gently and opened it. Su Qiao's handwriting was on it.
Not very delicate, but the writing is powerful and has character.
[Aman is the daughter of the driver who unfortunately died in the car accident related to my family, Mr. Shen, [-] years ago. She is deaf in one ear. are friends. 】
There was also a scrawled simple drawing drawn next to it.
At the bottom, a line of words was carefully written: "You must remember Shen Xiujin and love him well." 】
Not just this page, but this sentence is written in the corner of every page of this thick little book.
She fell asleep with this book on her pillow, reminding herself in her sleep that she could forget everything except him...