The male sword fairy in the feminist world

Chapter 1327 Memory
Fu Ling hugged Chu Qing and slept all night, and when she woke up the next day, the pain in her leg last night had completely subsided, but Fu Ling was still worried, and what Chu Qing said last night made her feel Excited, he decided to go out and hunt some wild game to give Chu Qing a change of taste.

"Be careful." Chu Qing looked at Fu Ling's back as she prepared to pack, and said worriedly, "Be careful of poisonous snakes! Don't ask me to save you again!"

"Got it! You can stay at home and wait for me to come back! I'm nagging." Fu Ling went out without looking back, and responded from a distance, waving her hands gracefully and disappearing from Chu Qing's sight.

After Fuling left the house, Chu Qing was the only one left at home. His legs were not intact, and it was inconvenient to go anywhere. He stayed alone for a while, and felt really bored, so he pushed the wheelchair to the desk .

There was paper and a pen on the table, and Chu Qing had nothing else to do, so he simply sat at the desk, rubbed his ink, and picked up the pen to silently write the ancient poems he had memorized.

Chu Qing also practiced brush calligraphy before, and she wrote well.It's just that he hasn't practiced for a long time, so it's inevitable that he's a little rusty, but he quickly recovered his original state, and the ancient poems in his mind kept popping up sentence by sentence.

But as he was writing, Chu Qing felt a strange image flickering in front of his eyes, and he felt his head swelling and sinking, as if something wanted to gush out but couldn't.

He shook his head, feeling a little excited in his heart, he felt that those blocked things were his memories, he wanted to remember the past, he wanted to know the past of him and Fuling, he...
"Ah!" Chu Qing tried hard to touch the memory, but suddenly felt a sharp pain, as if someone had stabbed a nail into his scalp.

The more he wanted to recall something, the more his head hurt. He couldn't help but scream out in pain, wanting to give up.But the memories are clearly close at hand, he even began to see blurred pictures, he can't give up!

A sharp stabbing pain hit the depths of Chu Qing's mind, making his whole soul tremble, and there were constantly messy fragments floating through his mind, but when he wanted to see more clearly, these fragments disappeared again.

As soon as he let go, he could no longer hold the pen in his hand. With a "clang", the pen fell to the ground. Because both hands were holding his head, Chu Qing's body centered forward and fell directly to the ground.

When Fu Ling walked into the house with a hare and two pheasants in her hands, she saw Chu Qing falling in front of the wheel, her body curled up, her hands holding her head in pain, and her mouth kept moaning in pain. Roar.

"Chu Qing! Chu Qing, what's wrong with you!" Fu Ling was so frightened that she dropped the prey in her hand on the ground, ran forward to help him up from the ground, and leaned over to examine it carefully.

"Fu Ling, I have a pain. I have a headache." Hearing it was Fu Ling's voice, Chu Qing calmed down inexplicably, but almost all his attention was focused on his memories, so he could only express his feelings subconsciously.

Fu Ling also panicked all of a sudden, and said anxiously: "Why do you have a headache? You opened the window again to blow the wind?" As he spoke, he grabbed Chu Qing's wrist and felt his pulse, but there was nothing abnormal about Chu Qing's pulse.

The pain in his mind eased slightly, and Chu Qing could finally endure the pain without concentrating on it. He tried his best to organize his thoughts, panting and said: "No, I seem to remember something, but the memory is very vague and there are many, I can't see it. Clearly, I can’t catch Fuling, I really want to recall the past.”

After hearing Chu Qing's intermittent answers, Fu Ling's heart sank slowly, she held Chu Qing's hand back and did not speak.She knew in her heart that there was no other reason for Chu Qing's unbearable headache, it was because his memory was slowly recovering.

(End of this chapter)