The woman in his memory stood completely opposite to him, but she always turned her back to him, leaving only a proud back. He desperately wanted to go up and take a look, but the memory became more and more blurred, and finally the slender shadow was blown away in the wind...
It's like, I didn't think of anything.
"Have you seen it before?" Jinxian chirped on the side. Regardless of the pain in his feet, he jumped around Yu Wenmo twice and patted his shoulder excitedly, "So you go ahead.
Passing through Persia? In our country, those who know how to control snakes are not ordinary people!"
"I don't know..." He shook his head blankly, his eyes darkened, and it took him a while to regain his usual calmness.
He picked up the ax on the ground, turned his back calmly, as if nothing had happened, and pointed towards his back: "Come up, let's go down the mountain."
Her foot was still injured and he couldn't leave her alone.
"...Oh, okay." His coldness made her hold back all her questions, and she could only respond in a muffled voice and obediently lay on his shoulder.
She leaned on his shoulder, looked at Yu Wenmo's handsome profile, and couldn't help but begin to speculate - what kind of person was he before he lost his memory?
It was approaching dusk, and in the simple theater troupe, the troupe leader sat in the center, still supervising the rehearsal of a group of actors. He smoked a large cigarette rod in his hand, and scanned the people around him with sharp eyes, not allowing anyone to be lazy.
"Ahem..." Guessing that everyone was almost familiar with the script, he coughed heavily a few times and tapped the iron cigarette rod on the old seat armrest, "Okay! Let's have dinner.
Before, everyone got together to practice one last time, and I was watching from here."
"good."
The actors responded feebly and could only complain in their hearts. Then they cheered up and began to perform seriously in front of the class leader, accepting his "inspection".
When Yu Wenmo walked into the small courtyard where the theater troupe was located, carrying a gold thread on his back, the scene of "General Yuwen Killing the Emperor" happened to be rehearsed.
"You can just find any medical center for the injury on your foot. Why do you have to come here with me?" Yu Wenmo frowned, turned over and closed the door of the small courtyard, and said.
"Anyway, I gave you enough money!" Jinxian hugged his neck, completely confirming his posture, "Besides, I..."
Halfway through, she suddenly felt Yu Wenmo's stiffness, and she was also stunned, looking in the direction of his gaze——
"You are my most trusted general, but I didn't expect that you would assassinate me!"
On the stage, two actors were filming. The one playing the emperor pointed with trembling fingers at the man in black wearing a sword in front of him.
"Stop talking nonsense and take your life!" The man in black snorted coldly, raised the long sword in his hand and stabbed him.
"You are treason, your Yuwen family is treason!" the "Emperor" shouted in horror, but still could not escape the pursuit, and was slashed to death on the balcony by "General Yuwen" with a sword...
The class leader applauded with satisfaction: "That's it! Very good, practice a few more times, this is a new play, we will definitely make a lot of money when we perform it!"
Jinxian rolled her eyes helplessly: How could anyone watch such a toothless plot?
Artificial!
This is too fake!
"Hey!" She reached out and pushed Yu Wenmo, wanting to chat with him for a few words, but then she realized that he was looking intently in the direction of the actor, with a faint glimmer of water in his eyes.
No way?
This kind of plot made her want to vomit... Could it be that he was moved by watching it?
"What's wrong with you?" Jinxian pushed him, but unexpectedly his arm suddenly loosened, causing Jinxian to fall directly, and he collapsed on the ground, shouting "Ouch".
The cry alarmed the people in the small courtyard. The class leader turned around and frowned: "Where is the firewood?"
Then he turned to the golden thread on one side and signaled Yu Wenmo to explain: "Who is she?"
"He saved me on the road!" Jinxian spoke first, not wanting him to reveal the identity of the princess. He smiled and rubbed in Yu Wenmo's direction, pulled his sleeve, and nodded to indicate his cooperation.
Unfortunately, there was no response from the latter.
"What's the matter with you?" The class leader also noticed Yu Wenmo's abnormality. After waiting for a long time, he didn't speak, and finally yelled angrily, "Is it possible that you are still staring at me over the script?
Eyesight?"
I don’t know what kind of evil this boy is. Why does a common man care about the affairs of the royal family and the Yuwen family? He may know the truth! Ordinary people just make up stories, so what are you doing too seriously?
"This is not the truth..." Yu Wenmo suddenly came to his senses at this moment, stared at the class leader in front of him, gritted his teeth, and spoke word by word.
He couldn't help but cover his heart with his hand, as if he could feel a dull pain in that place.
The hazy memory became clear again at this moment - he remembered a bloody scene at that time, with countless corpses lying under the steps, and he flew up with a bloody sword to assassinate a man wearing a bright yellow
clothes for men.
His intuition told him that that man was the old emperor, the previous emperor of the Huangfu Dynasty... and he was the traitor general they called - Yu Wenmo!
The pain in his heart became more and more severe, just like the emperor's sword piercing his chest, loudly telling his disappointment in him...
Just like when the emperor put the imperial edict in front of him, so that he could see clearly whose throne originally belonged to him? Going round and round, under the mission of the bead, he actually "robbed" something that originally belonged to him...
"Haha..." He laughed bitterly, his mood as bitter as before, but his mind was no longer able to lament the injustice and irony of fate.
His face was as pale as paper. Finally, he couldn't bear the flood of memories, his vision went dark, and he fainted on the spot...
"Hey!" Jinxian was startled, and reflexively reached out to help him, but still couldn't support his fallen body, and was pressed hard to the ground by him, screaming in pain, "It's so heavy...