Song Yang still trusted Ren Churong's brains and thoughts. If she said something was "wrong" with Chen Hui, then something must be wrong with Chen Hui.
"You said it, I'll listen." Song Yang calmed down and took out the medicine box to help her treat the wound. Ren Churong ducked back habitually, shook his head and said, "I don't need you anymore. I'll leave as soon as I finish speaking and find someone else."
Just let the doctor come and see you."
Song Yang smiled: "If you don't want to leave scars, it's best not to move." This spell was so effective that Princess Chenghe immediately stopped hiding.
At this age, it was the first time that Ren Churong was so close to a half-baked young man. She felt inexplicably nervous and even her neck felt a little stiff. However, in her mind, a thought that even she had never thought of emerged:
Fortunately, this guy looks pretty good...
Song Yang was quick with his hands and feet. He applied the medicine in a short time. After the bandage was completed, he wrote another prescription and handed it to Ren Churong: "The first half should be applied externally, and the medicine should be changed once a day. The second half should be taken internally, also once a day, and decoct it before going to bed...
...Why is your face so red?" Song Yang smiled, not maliciously, not frivolously, but still a bit teasing.
Without the other party needing to explain, Song Yang continued: "Don't worry, it won't be a problem. It will be healed in less than two weeks and there will be no scars."
Ren Churong looked confused: "Worship?"
Song Yang was in a daze for a moment, then laughed and shook his head: "It's nonsense, don't pay attention to it, it will be fine in half a month... Let's talk about Chen Hui."
"You haven't had any contact with Chen Hui recently, have you?" Ren Churong did not rush to get to the point, but asked first. Song Yang nodded. He had not seen Chen Hui since the Tianjiu attack on New Year's Eve.
I don’t know much about the Grand Master’s condition.
Ren Churong said: "There are many secret agents and informants in and around this post house. It's not that I want to monitor you, but that I want to know at any time which talent my family is interested in and which company they are in contact with today..." This matter
There was no need to explain, Song Yang could completely understand, and immediately waved his hand, indicating that she should pick out the important things to talk about.
"Phoenix City is prosperous. When outsiders come here, they walk around in the metropolis. Everyone in the post house is like this. Chen Hui is not exempt from this. However, he is different from others. When he leaves the post house, he usually has nothing. But after wandering around for a while,
He just started, just started..."
As he spoke, Ren Churong frowned. He couldn't find the right words for a while. He thought for a moment before speaking again: "Start walking in circles. My people didn't deliberately follow him, but they saw him accidentally several times, repeatedly on several streets.
It kept spinning. We didn’t think it was strange at first, but when it kept doing this, it became abnormal.”
Song Yang still remembered that not long ago, when he and Er Sha were having a teahouse, they also saw Chen Hui 'circling'.
"Especially after the New Year," Ren Churong continued: "He went out for a walk, and the time spent walking in circles was longer and longer. When it came to the last time... the last time he left the post house was on the fifth day of the first lunar month, and today is the ninth day of the lunar month...
For many days, no matter day or night, he has been walking back and forth a few streets away from the post house."
It wasn't that Ren Churong was clumsy with her words, but that Chen Hui's behavior was so abnormal that she couldn't explain the matter clearly and accurately for a while, but Song Yang could also fully understand what she meant: "Now Chen Hui is going around in circles?"
Ren Churong looked serious and nodded steadily: "I don't know what's wrong with him, but he is a great master...and he was brought back from Qingyang by the Hongbo Mansion. I'm afraid he will cause trouble. I want to ask you for help. Go
Look what happened to him."
In the important place of the capital, if the Grand Master really causes some trouble, the Hongbo Mansion will not be able to escape the relationship. But with Chen Hui's temper, who dares to step forward and ask him: Why are you hanging around?
When he was in Qingyang, Ren Churong watched Chen Hui help Song Yang improve his combat power. He vaguely felt that there should be some connection between the two of them, so he came to ask Song Yang for help. After explaining the matter, Ren Churong hesitated and added
: "I think Chen Hui looks very much like...lost."
"Second fool said so too." Song Yang responded, just talking casually, without any hint of teasing. He stood up again: "I'll go see him." Ren Churong smiled bitterly, grabbed the prescription in his hand, and followed him
We stood up and walked out together: "I have other things to do. Please inform me of Chen Hui's condition at any time."
Under the guidance of the princess's men, Song Yang found Chen Hui outside Wutiao Street.
New Year's Eve has passed, but it is not yet the 15th day. The streets are still full of joy. Everyone has new clothes and new hats. They are walking on the streets in high spirits. When they meet someone they know, they immediately give a gift and send a string of auspicious words...
Chen Hui was on the street, looking around as if looking for something, but his feet were aimless.
He wandered around for almost four days. Although he was in good spirits, the robes on his body were inevitably stained and he looked out of place among the well-dressed people. Song Yang looked at him from a distance. The always strong and stubborn Grand Master, now fell into his trap.
There is not much difference between his eyes and ordinary old people.
Chen Hui is a bit old. He must have been an old man.
Song Yang took a breath, with a full smile on his face, and walked quickly to Chen Hui: "It makes it easy for me to find you. It turns out you are always here."
Chen Hui's eyes were a little confused. He looked at Song Yang without making a sound, as if he didn't know him. But the confusion soon dissipated, replaced by a touch of relaxation, which flashed through Chen Hui's eyes, and then his gaze
As usual, he became cold and continued to walk forward: "What do you want from me?"
Song Yang followed him: "Nothing serious, I just came to chat with you. It's the Chinese New Year, so I have to treat you to a nice meal at least."
Chen Hui's tone was stiff and there was no trace of warmth in his voice: "To be courteous for nothing is to be raped or stolen." Song Yang shook his head and smiled, and when he was about to say something else, Chen Hui waved his hand: "Stop talking nonsense, let me ask you, the painting is done
What?"
Song Yang was stunned: "What to draw?"
Chen Hui stopped, slowly turned his head, and stared at him sternly: "Have you even forgotten what to draw?"
The topic was confusing, and Song Yang didn't know how to answer for a while. When Chen Hui saw that he didn't speak, his face gradually showed anger. Song Yang sighed and followed his words: "I didn't draw..."
Chen Hui's voice was stern: "I just didn't draw? Are not drawing and forgetting what to draw the same thing?"
Song Yang was not slow in thinking, so he answered very quickly this time, but his tone was inevitably a little probing: "Draw the sun?" He had seen Chen Hui painting the sun in his room before.
Chen Hui's expression softened slightly, and he turned around and continued walking forward: "Why don't you draw? Three sets of sunset pictures, give them to me within seven days, otherwise I will poke your bow!"
Song Yang's heart sank. It was obvious that Chen Hui regarded him as another person.
At this time, Chen Hui seemed to have seen something, and without looking back he said to Song Yang: "Stand here and wait for me!" After saying that, he separated from the crowd and walked to a vendor across the street selling various New Year's goods, and bought a
He randomly wrapped a small ingot of silver in red paper and came back. He wanted to say something, but out of character, the old man didn't say a word in the end and directly stuffed the 'New Year's money' into Song Yang's hand...
Chen Hui was indeed lost. Although he didn't say it himself, Song Yang was sure.
Confused memory, disorientation, mistaken recognition of acquaintances, irritability... This common disease among the elderly had an accurate name in Song Yang's previous life: Alzheimer's disease.
This is a disease of the nerves and brain. Even if the great master is strong, he cannot escape this disease.
Thousands of years later, medicine has developed, but there is no accurate understanding of it. The course of the disease is irreversible and there is no cure. Chen Hui will eventually lose his memory and the ability to take care of himself, and become a demented old man.
In a daze, Song Yang remembered that when he was still in Qingyang, after a fierce battle with Chen Hui, he had asked him: Why did you help me?
Chen Hui was about to answer, but suddenly he became irritable... He wanted to say it, but he forgot the answer.
At this moment, Chen Hui was not wearing a bamboo hat. The relapse of the poison he was hit last time was still there, and his head and face looked ridiculously bare. Song Yang couldn't tell whether the slight suffocation that was gradually spreading from the bottom of his heart was regret or guilt.
, holding the lucky money and nodding seriously to Chen Hui: "I will paint when I get back."
Chen Hui gave a rare laugh: "Hey, I am one year older, and I seem to be a little more sensible."