Chapter 50 Section VIII

On the way from the school field to Guanhuazhai, Qixi lay on Sixi's back, much quieter than usual. "I told you earlier that there is no way you could be with him." Sixi said flatly. Qi Xi bit her lips and tried to smile: "In the future, the pork given to him can be given to you and your master." "I don't like meat, and neither does Master." Sixi shook her head, "You're so stupid, you." After a long silence, Qixi suddenly said: "Believe it or not, he will be a very good general in the future!" "Because you're good-looking?" Sixi asked intentionally.

"He is brave, but not bloodthirsty." Qixi looked forward, "Sooner or later, there will be a war. Many people will die in a war. If he leads the army, at least the innocent will not be harmed. Kill for the sake of killing." Sixi pondered for a moment, and said, "Let's think about how to sell your pork well. It's not your turn to think about other things." "I just like him, and then, I hope he will be fine all his life and never get hurt." Qixi murmured to herself as if she didn't hear what he said, "I didn't think about getting anything back from him. Just like I deliver food to Xiaohu and the others, help Aunt Hu with work, and chat with Aunt Hu, I just like to do it, and I don’t think about getting anything back from these people and these things.”

"If you help others, you need them to remember you. Otherwise, what's the point? It's like doing business. You have to take money to get back what you want." Sixi frowned. "You also said, it was business at that time." Qixi buried her face on his back, looking sideways at the market beside her, "My father said, but do good deeds, don't ask about the future. In this way, life will be happy and happy .” But do good deeds, don't ask about the future... Sixi was startled, and the blurred and scattered scenes that came from nowhere suddenly shook in her mind.Snow-covered mountains, flowing springs, dried up leaves...

He stopped, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead. "What's wrong?" Qixi sensed something was wrong, felt his body trembling slightly, jumped down quickly, touched his forehead, "Why is it so cold? Are you sick again?" "I'm fine." Sixi held back her headache, went to the street and sat down against the wall. "Head hurts again?" Qixi walked over with a limp, looked at him worriedly, and firmly held his hand, "Don't forget who I am!" Sixi told Qixi frankly that he had another natural disease.He doesn't know who he is at all, and he has no memory of what his life was like before he met Banmei.Because of this strange disease, he would forget what happened yesterday every day, and this cycle continued.It wasn't until he met Banmei that he gave him a pill that smelled of ginseng, and his memory was preserved.Banmei never disclosed the ingredients of this pill, he tried to make it himself, but it was always unsuccessful.So this is also the reason why he has been willing to be a half-mei apprentice honestly. He doesn't want to become a person with no past.

However, recently he discovered that there seemed to be other problems with his body. Whenever he had a headache, his mind would go blank for a moment, followed by those scattered scenes.Just now, those eight characters were suddenly gouged into his heart like a knife, and then carved out one stroke at a time, as if something particularly important was about to come out through these few words. The headache gradually disappeared, he glanced at the sad Qixi in front of him, and said angrily: "You are Zhu Qixi, a stupid girl who sells pork, I will never forget it in my life." "Scared me to death." Qixi patted her heart, and breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm afraid you won't remember me suddenly. If that happens, no one will be willing to be a ladder for me."

"Then I'd rather not remember you." Sixi opened her hand, "Shame on me!" "Don't!" She quickly pulled him back and said seriously, "Promise me, you will always remember me as a friend, Zhu Qixi!" "Don't!" Sixi turned her head away, "Forget it, just forget it." "No!" She pursed her mouth, looking like she was about to cry, "I don't have any family anymore, can't I even have friends?" Sixi turned around helplessly, and said impatiently, "Okay, okay, I won't forget." "Pull the hook!" She stretched out her little finger, laughing through tears.

"It's annoying!" Two fingers, one big and one small, made a covenant under the sunshine of March.