Ms. Quan, who is male

When the medical staff rushed over, they found that the door lock of the ward was violently damaged.

After glanced inside, there were many deep and shallow cracks on the wall. Quan closed his eyes and lay motionless on the hospital bed, with many knife edges on his hands and feet, and blood was flowing.

The Zhongyuan Zhong, who had notified them before, was not in the room.

They were startled and thought something was wrong.

"What are you doing when you are stunned?"

The sound of Zhongyuan Nakaya came from the balcony at the end of the corridor.

Everyone turned their heads and saw that Zhongyuan was also leaning against the balcony railing, with a cigarette between his right fingers, with blue smoke rising and shady fire.

"Go and treat that guy's wounds quickly." He frowned impatiently, looking like he was in a bad mood.

"Ah, yes!"

Hearing the movement from the door, Quan, who closed his eyes and rested, opened his eyes.

After the medical staff entered the door, he found that the force that made him lie on the bed was silently gone, and he could move again.

However, before he could thump a few times, the medical staff who surrounded his bed grabbed his injured hands and feet and began to clean up his wounds.

He turned his head and asked the young nurse who was standing beside him holding the tray: "Sister, where is Mr. Nakaya?"

The nurse replied in a gentle voice: "I'm smoking on the balcony outside the corridor."

smoke?

The first thing that Quan thought of was the thin and long smoke pole that could be filled with tobacco threads into a metal pipe.

He was still fantasizing about what this kind of cigarette would look like when he took it in the Central Plains, and then he realized that the cigarettes that people here usually call are thin and short, and can be clamped with just two fingers.

paper cigarette.

Soon, the medical staff treated the wounds on Quan's hands and feet, and even replaced the bandages on his neck.

Quan looked at his hands and feet that were almost wrapped into rice dumplings, and after hearing the doctor's advice that "you should not get water before the wound heals", he was not worried about the next action.

Because he felt that his physical recovery ability was quite good, and injuries of this level should be healed in less than two days. What he was worried about was whether there would be scars.

For some reason, Quan thought of the strange pattern on his chest, like a birthmark, and couldn't help frowning.

That thing... the first time he saw it, he subconsciously thought that it was not a birthmark, but a wound that had been healed.

But who would leave a branded scar on his chest? What does this pattern mean?

Quan Shin-intuitively, this thing is closely linked to his life experience. If he could understand the meaning of it, he might be able to regain his original memory.

But... he has not found any memories or clues related to this pattern now.

But he also knew that he couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Judging from his memory retrieval of Sharingan, it should be that no reason why his memory will disappear. Instead of rushing to retrieve it, it is better to think about how to create a good one for himself next.

A comfortable environment is.

Although the progress of Zhongye in Zhongyuan was pretty good, it was not enough to let him live a leisurely life immediately.

And... he wouldn't put the eggs in the same basket.

Seeing that the medical staff came out, Zhongyuan Zhong pinched the cigarette that he had not taken a few sips. As soon as he walked to the door of the ward, he saw Quan frowning at his injured hands and feet.

Thinking of the other party's previous ignorance, he couldn't help but say to him coldly: "Now it does it hurt?"

Looking out from Quan Xunsheng, who was withdrawing from his thoughts, he saw the Central Plains leaning leisurely on the door frame.

"Mr. Nakaya..."

Quan looked a little depressed.

"Although I have a reason to do it myself, it is an indisputable fact that I lied to you, so..."

"Tsk." Zhongyuan Zhong smacked his lips impatiently, "Okay, I dare to ask this in front of me again, be careful I will give you a good look!"

Quan Nao couldn't help but ask curiously: "Then how do you want to show me a good look?"

Hi, this little bastard who opens a dyeing shop after giving some colors.

Zhongyuan also glared at him, and the furniture and objects around him floated into the air one after another under gravity: "Did you see these things?"

spring:"?"

Zhongyuan Nakaya: "If you dare to make me angry, they will appear on your face in the next second."

"!"

Quan was completely frightened.

This is no longer a disfigurement, it is just a disfigurement.

Without this face, does he still have to maintain his illusion of beauty and illusion to continue to harm others?

Oh—I think it’s scary even if I think about it.

Quan couldn't help but tremble.

Seeing that he was afraid, Zhongyuan also saw that he was afraid, he put down the things floating in the air, steadily, and even a trace of unnecessary sound could not be heard.

But then again, there is another very serious issue now in front of Quan.

He was injured on both feet, how should he go back? And how should he explain to Mizuno Nagataro, the origin of his injury?

As he thought about it, Quan couldn't help looking at Zhongyuan. His black and moist eyes seemed to have stars falling, and the pickup was shiny.

"...What's your look? Why are you looking at me?" Zhongyuan Zhong was also staring at him so hard that he couldn't help but widen his eyes and looked at him with great vigilance, just like a cat with a hairy hair.

Izumi clasped her hands together, looked at him with anticipation, and said, "Mr. Nakaya! Can you do me a favor?"

"……ha?"

Nakaya's expression in the Central Plains was a bit weird.

Didn’t this guy try his best to separate himself from him just now and make him think of him as a “transaction object”?

However, after hearing what Quan said next, Zhongyuan Zhong knew why he did this.

"You are really..." Nakazuya didn't know what to say for a while, "Why do you think I would promise to help you? Do you really think of me as a great charity?"

Izumi smiled and said, "Because Mr. Nakaya is a good person!"

“…”

Zhongyuan was silent for a moment and said expressionlessly: "Let me hear this from your mouth again, your fate..."

There is no need to say much about it next, because Quan had already seen something floating around him.

"This sentence?" Quan still responded. But he didn't know whether he was intentional or careless. He actually asked with confirmation: "That means you are a good person...

”

An empty teapot hit his face and hit him.

Quan closed his eyes so scared that he quickly said, "I'm sorry, you are not a good person!"

The teapot was barely stopped in front of his nose, and Quan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhongyuan: "..." Why do you feel...what is strange?

In the evening, outside the residential building.

Mizuno Nagataro returned with his tired body.

In the past, at this time, every household was preparing to finish supper, and there should be very few residents staying outside the residential building.

But today, somehow, a group of people gathered around the road, chirping and talking like sparrows.

After looking again, it turned out that a sports car was parked on the side of the road. Its handsome appearance, even those who don’t know the car could see from the above words “I’m very expensive”.

This car does not belong to any nearby residents, but strangely, Mizuno Nagataro looked at the car for no reason. He thought about it, but he didn't remember where he saw it, so he didn't take it much.

But what he didn't expect was that as soon as he was about to bypass the excited crowd, he heard the lady on the sixth floor say sharply: "Oh, Grandpa Mizuno, you are back!"

Mizuno Nagataro was wondering in his heart, don’t this person usually go away when he sees him, as if there is a virus on him? Why did he suddenly say hello to him today?

This question is quickly answered.

"I want me to tell you, Grandpa Mizuno is lucky! I picked up a beautiful granddaughter from somewhere, saying that he would not lose his memory, but he was very skilled! I was just the next day, and I was given a car like this.

Sent back! Oh, I said you will enjoy your happiness in the future!”

"Nonsense!" Mizuno Nagataro's face darkened when he heard this. He didn't care how gossiped about the people behind him, and he hurriedly returned to their house.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he heard a conversation between his "granddaughter" and a strange man coming from the crack in the door.

"You are not right..."

"It's so long-winded! It's just a cup of tea, I can make whatever I want!"

“…It’s good if you’re happy.”

After listening, Mizuno Nagataro's face turned darker.

He deliberately increased his pace, stomped the floor and said loudly: "Quan! Grandpa is back!" After that, he pushed open the door.

The cottage was still the same cottage they lived in, but there was a man inside that he felt annoying.

The man sat with his baby granddaughter, holding a set of tea utensils in his hand, as if he was cooking tea.

But his skills should not be very good, and he was disliked by his granddaughter.

But after a while, I didn't hear that their family's spring can have tea ceremony...

Such doubts flashed through my heart, after all, there are other things to deal with now.

For example, who is this man? What is his relationship with his baby granddaughter? Most importantly, what is the bandage tied to his baby granddaughter?!

"Grandpa, you are back!" Izumi was surprised and suspicious at Mizuno Nagataro's eyes, and she greeted him happily.

Nakabara next to him also put down the tea set in his hand, got up and greeted Nagataro Mizuno: "Hehe, hello, Mr. Mizuno."

Nagataro Mizuno ignored him at all, walked to Izumi for a few steps, frowned and asked, "What's going on? Where did you get the injury? Do you think it wasn't scared my grandfather yesterday morning enough?"

Quan showed guilt and uneasiness on his face, and hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, grandpa. But this injury is also a cause..."

As he said that, Quan looked up at the Central Plains Nakaya next to him.

Mizuno Nagataro looked at him, his face immediately pulled down.

Tsk, it's really troublesome...

Zhongyuan, who received the eyes of Quan, also muttered a few words in his heart, cleared his throat and said, "It's like this..."

"Ha?! You mean... Izumi took the initiative to protect your boss's children from the hands of human traffickers. The injuries on his body were all caused by human traffickers???"

Mizuno Nagataro looked at Nakabara Nakabara, who said in a few words that the entire "event passed".

"So you're going to send the spring back, because of this?"

Zhongyuan coughed uncomfortably: "Well...almost...that's it."

Mizuno Nagataro suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

It's better to be a stinky man who wants to hit his baby granddaughter.