Doctor Xianggong, the goddess of poisonous belly

Chapter 704: Quietness (5)
Xiao Yanxi blinked her eyes and looked at Si Jixia and then at the man in the blue shirt, with a curious expression on her face, um... for a friend, huh?Ah Xi should remember correctly, right?

The word "friend" made Si Jixia startled suddenly, and felt a sudden pain in his head. While rubbing Xiao Yanxin's head lightly, he also looked up at the man in blue shirt who had been standing beside him.

friend……?
"Well, yes." The blue-shirted man smiled gently at Xiao Yanxi, and his voice was also unusually gentle, "Uncle is your father's friend, but your father doesn't seem to remember having an uncle as a friend."

Xiao Yanxi tilted her head, unable to understand what the man in the blue shirt said.

The man in the blue shirt smiled at Si Jixia again and said, "There is a small tea house in front, if you don't mind, how about going there with me and having a chat? Don't worry, I'm not a villain, if you don't mind , I can talk to you here.”

The man in the blue shirt had just finished speaking, and the man in black hurriedly said: "Master, how did this happen!? How can you be in this place where people come and go..."

The words of the man in black were interrupted again.

Interrupted by a faint glance from the man in the blue shirt.

Just glanced at him indifferently, and the man in black didn't dare to say another word.

With just a few words, Si Jixia could tell that the other party had a very high status, and it was obviously not suitable for him to stop by the side of the road. Although he did not know the other party, he really wanted to know who the other party was, so he stood up, Nodding slightly, he said, "Then Mr. Lao will lead the way."

He has forgotten too many things, but no one has ever mentioned his past, he doesn't know who or what he has forgotten, and he always feels that he has no important people or things to forget, but now... …

But a strange nobleman told him that he was his friend.

He... forgot his friend?He... had friends?

Why can't he remember anything?

Head hurts even more.

At this moment the teahouse is very quiet.

The teahouse is very small, with only one private room.

The private room is not elegantly furnished, but simple and clean.

On the bamboo table in the private room is a purple clay pot and a plate of pastries made into plum blossoms.

The pastries are served on pottery dishes, and the purple clay pots and purple clay cups are also made rather crudely. One can tell at a glance that this is a small teahouse that only ordinary people would patronize. How could the small tea house that came here today welcome a noble young man who is full of dignity but not at all superior, and he doesn't know how to entertain this distinguished guest, so he can only greet him casually.

Yan Xin and Yan Xi were playing in the hall outside the private room, jumping around in the hall with the store's seven or eight-year-old children, separated by the bamboo curtain hanging but half-raised on the private room door, Si Jixia would occasionally Looking towards the direction of the hall, looking at the two little monkeys.

Opposite him, sat the man in the blue shirt who claimed to be his friend, and the man in black was standing behind the man in the blue shirt, following him like a shadow.

Whenever a person with status and status goes out, there will always be entourages to follow, more or less, and judging by the temperament and attire of this man, it seems that he does not have many entourages, but that he does not want to bring too many entourages to follow. left and right.

The reason why Si Jixia followed him to this small teahouse was because he wanted to know who he was.

He has very few friends, and he cherishes every friend who regards him as a friend.

He doesn't want to forget.

He thought about it.

At this time, the man in the blue shirt picked up the purple sand pot on the table, shook it gently, and slowly filled the clay cup on the table with tea.

The tea slowly flows out from the mouth of the pot, with a light sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance, which is refreshing.

It is sweet-scented osmanthus tea.

"A Ji has always made tea for me and poured tea for me. This time it's my turn to make tea for A Ji. It's the osmanthus tea that you and I like. I picked the osmanthus tea by myself. I tasted it with you." After filling a cup of tea, the blue-shirted man held it up with both hands and put it in front of Si Jixia, and said with a smile, "Try whether the tea made from the sweet-scented osmanthus that I dried is the same as A Ji's sweet-scented osmanthus tea." Same taste."

Ah Ji...?
Si Jixia fixedly looked at the man, is this... calling him?

Si Jixia picked up the sweet-scented osmanthus tea that the man handed him. There were one or two thin osmanthus petals swirling in the light yellow tea. Like sweet-scented osmanthus trees, the fragrance is so intoxicating that one can't wait to sip a sip of tea immediately.

Si Jixia took a sip lightly, letting the intoxicating sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance flow into his throat along with the hot tea, without the slightest bit of bitterness, but with a slight sweetness.

"How?" The man in the blue shirt looked at Si Jixia with a slight smile.

"It tastes good." Si Jixia replied with a manly smile.

"How does it compare with Ah Ji's craftsmanship?" the man asked again.

Si Jixia didn't answer this question.

Because his head hurts again, it hurts so much that he can't help but raise his hands and pinch his temples on both sides.

Ah Ji... sweet-scented osmanthus tea... the man in the blue shirt...

"Dare to ask... the name of the young master." Si Jixia pinched his temples for a long time, and he felt his headache relieved a little, then he raised his eyes to look at the gentle and elegant man in blue shirt opposite him, hesitantly and ashamedly said, "Sincerely. As the young master feels, I have almost no memory of the past, and I hope that the young master can tell his name, maybe I can remember a thing or two."

The man in the blue shirt didn't answer Si Jixia's question immediately, but looked at him quietly, like looking at a close friend, there was no annoyance, no helplessness, no sadness, no surprise in his eyes, only calm and gentleness.

Although Si Jixia felt extremely uncomfortable being stared at like this, he didn't move or speak, and just let the other party stare at him non-stop.

After a while, the man picked up the teacup in front of him, took a sip of the tea juice, and said slowly: "My surname is Si, and my name is Yu Jiang, the lush and lush Yu, the border of the land."

Si Yujiang?
Si Jixia frowned tightly, as if trying to remember the name.

Si Yujiang's voice was very soft and slow, he was smiling slightly, his eyes were looking at Si Jixia but he was not just looking at him, as if through him he saw that they used to have a drink and chat in a quiet medicine, although each had their own secrets on their minds , but it is their most precious memory.

(End of this chapter)