Chapter 17

Su Tingchen takes Shan Yunong to the night market.

It's on the west side of cross street.

The night market is full of lanterns, which shine brightly. You can have a panoramic view of all kinds of department stores and strange gadgets.

Although Shan Yunong remembers that the original owner came to this place, she is not a person of this era after all. She is still surprised to see the spring made of pure wood by hand.

Su listens to the dust to see her that appearance, "you even forget here?"

"I don't remember very well." Shan Yunong explained casually, "I'm not locked up in the Chaifang."

Su listened to the dust and gave her a white look. "You were still selling paintings here last month."

Shan Yunong shut up.

Su Tingchen leads her and finally stops in front of a painting stand.

Shan Yunong can't help feeling a little sad. How important is this painting? Should Su Tingchen spare no effort to save her? Is it a person?

Su Tingchen looked at the paintings on the stall and said, "Shan Yunong, your life is very expensive. I want you to save me again and again. If you don't remember my paintings, I'm afraid I'll kill you first. "

Shan Yunong pouts his lips and thinks, it's better to forget all the time. In this way, the backer will be stable.

"What kind do you want, my guest?" The seller of paintings is a young man, and there are many types of paintings: figures, landscapes, flowers, birds, insects and feet. Seeing some guests coming, he enthusiastically pointed to the paintings on the booth and introduced them.

"Unfortunately, it's not as gifted as your painting." Su Tingchen stares at those paintings and tut tut to Shan Yunong.

Shan Yunong couldn't tell the difference at all. He said casually, "is that right?"

Su Tingchen suddenly bullies himself to get close to Shan Yunong and sticks his whole face to him. "Shan Yunong, although your father is just a carpenter, he has a unique way of making machine springs in Dingcheng."

Shan Yunong's back is cold.

If he didn't talk about it, she would forget it.

Although Shan Chaifeng is an irresponsible father and not a good husband, his craftsmanship is unmatched.

Su Tingchen holds Shan Yunong's chin and turns around, "I really want to know what's wrong with you. It's amnesia. I have the ability to fight with my cousin, but I don't remember what you and your father do. "

Shan Yunong has some helplessness, "I said I changed my soul, do you believe it?"

"The letter." Su listens to Chen.

Shan didn't know what to say for a moment. This Su Tingchen is a monster. In this era, no one would believe in such things.

Fortunately, Su Tingchen didn't press on. Instead, he pointed to the paintings and said, "buy them back, have a good look, and remember the paintings you owe me earlier. Otherwise, I will throw you to the Yamen again if I'm not happy one day."

Shan Yunong said, I'm afraid she can't avoid it.

After a while, she responded, "I'll pay for it?"

"Nonsense."

"Why do I pay for it?" Shan Yunong is not happy.

Su Tingchen glanced at her, "why don't we try Guanyin?"

Shan Yu's teeth are itchy. "OK, I'll take it."

She casually pointed to a few that looked good, paid the money, wrapped it up and hid it in her sleeve.

"Good eye." Su listened to the dust satisfied to clap her head, "copy well, don't make this childe disappointed."

Single jade thick Nu wears a mouth, in the heart already unload this big person eight, don't know how many times.

On the way back, Shan Yunong's leg was aching again. He didn't have a good life this day.

She walked very slowly.

Su listens to dust to light her forehead, particularly dislike, "is really a burden."

"I have to carry it on my back." He was thoughtful.

Shan Yunong thought that the goods were enlightening and wanted to carry her.

"Yes, yes. Although the legs are inconvenient, there is no problem jumping on the back. "

"Stand still." Su listens to Chen and walks away.

Shan Yunong ponders how, dislikes her dirty, seeks a piece of cloth to spread on the back?

After a while, Su turned back to find a horse, patted it on the back and said, "are you sure it's OK to jump on it?"

"No bighead!" Shan Yunong muttered in a gnashing voice. He didn't understand the customs.

"Big brother, it's so high!" She resisted.

Su Tingchen grabs the reins, jumps on the horse's back and says, "if you can't jump up, just lead the horse."

Shan Yunong

This Su Tingchen is definitely sent by God to torture her.

Shan Yunong limped forward with a horse rope.

After a few steps, Su Tingchen pulls her on the horse with her collar, holds the reins in one hand and her waist in the other.

"It's stupid. Sit tight."

After that, Su Tingchen ran back to the inn with his horse in his stomach.

The back is full of Su Tingchen's warmth.

Although I know that he saved her, it was all for his painting, but my heart is still inexplicable warmth.

After all, in this world, so far, I want her to die.Shan Yunong can't help whispering: "thank you, Su Tingchen, sincerely."

After stopping at the inn, Su Tingchen takes Shan Yunong off his horse.

Shan Yunong put his hand around his neck and waited for him to carry himself into the inn.

Su listens to dust to stare her one eye, "you don't come down?"

"My leg hurts." Shan Yunong blinked pitifully.

Su listens to the dust to want to say to stop again, finally white her one eye, "really heavy."

Then, I held her up the stairs, entered the room and sent her to the couch.

Shan Yunong fell on the bed.

Su Tingchen turns around and pulls a stool from behind to sit opposite Shan Yunong.

"Tell me, where did your things come from? They're not Liang's medical skills at all. They're from the western regions?" Su Tingchen asked her.

"What?" Shan Yunong was stunned and thought that he was too dazzled in the court. The man didn't believe her.

"I don't know what you know, and you don't know how to paint. You are more like a doctor. What did you do to the original Shan Yunong? "

The man is suspicious of her identity.

"It's really not Liang's medical skill."

"It works." Su listens to Chen.

"I really can't remember that picture." Shan said.

Su Tingchen held her jaw in his big hand. "It doesn't matter. I'll wait for you to remember. Before that, you stay in the hospital and don't want to go anywhere. "

"Pack up and come back to the hospital with me." Su listens to Chen.

Releasing her, he leaned back in his chair. "In two days, I want you to copy these paintings."

"What?" Shan Yunong was stunned. "You can kill me. I don't have a way to live. "