Chapter 552

Jiang Qingwu seemed very happy. He returned to the general's office with a smile. After settling down, he said, "by the way, the person you asked me to look for last time, I found it for you."

Fu Sheng's mind was blank, "who is it?"

Jiang Qingwu was stunned. "Have you forgotten, Taoist Changning?"

Fu Sheng doesn't remember what Taoist priest Xie Yu asked Jiang Qingwu to find for him. He has no impression of this.

Jiang Qingwu said with a smile, "I originally wanted to send people to Yanzhou, but I didn't expect you to come back. That's just right. I'll ask someone to bring people to you later."

Fu Sheng nodded in a trance.

After Jiang Qingwu left, Fu Sheng walked alone in the general's mansion.

The jasmine branches in the garden are still there, but the flowers are no longer there.

Fu Sheng's nose was sour for a moment, and he didn't dare to look at it any more.

He walked aimlessly in the general's house and walked into Xie Yu's study.

The study has been cleaned by Jiang Qingwu's people.

Standing there, he looked up and saw the portrait in the study.

Fu Sheng's heart trembled. It was him.

The man in the picture is him.

It's him.

How can there be a portrait of Xie Yu in his study, how can there be him...

he has no impression, no impression at all.

Xie Yu has no such thing in his memory.

Where did it come from? Where did it come from...

Fu Sheng had a splitting headache. What else did he not know.

Is there anything else he doesn't know.

There was nothing in the study except Fu Sheng's breathing.

Supporting the wall, he trudged to his desk, where he sat panting, and it took him a long time to recover.

Fu Sheng always felt that he had left something very important behind.

Xie Yu's desk is very clean, things are neatly placed, the paper is rolled up and placed vertically in the bamboo tube beside, clean and tidy.

Fu Sheng's eyes moved slightly, pulled out a bundle of paper rolls, opened, is his portrait.

His face changed and his fingers trembled.

The portrait is wrinkled, as if it had been rubbed and smoothed by the master. No one knows what it has experienced.

Fu Sheng put down the portrait and drew out another one. It was still his portrait.

It's still crumpled and there's a little blood in the corner.

Fu Sheng looked down at some dirty bloodstains in the corner and raised his hand to cover them. He felt as if there were some cracks in his heart that were getting bigger and bigger.

It's a struggle.

This is Xie Yu struggling.

Fu Sheng sat there and opened bundles of paper rolls and saw countless himself.

At the end of the day, his vision was blurred.

After turning over the unknown number of portraits, Fu Sheng opened a confused piece of paper.

There was a lot of writing on the paper, and the handwriting was messy.

Fu Sheng looked down at the crumpled paper. After a good effort, he could see a few words clearly.

Jasmine.

Yanzhou.

Midnight flowers.

By boat.

Sweet.

Snow Ganoderma lucidum.

Medicine Bath.

Shiwei Ningshen soup.

Three months

Fu Sheng shook his hand. It was all he liked.

It says, it's all about what he likes.

The flowers he likes, the things he likes to eat, the places he wants to go, the scenery he wants to see, the medicine he needs, and how long he can live

Finally.

Fu Sheng's eyes fell on the more scribbled font in the corner:

Taoist Changning, xianshe, how to erase Memory

Fu Sheng suddenly stood up, his brain buzzing.