Stop Bothering Me, Emperor Chapter 2: Rebirth
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The slender fingers stopped on the line "Emperor and Empress were buried together in Zhaoling". For a long time, Song Xiao slowly sighed, closed the book, and pressed the button on the bedside.
With a noisy ringtone, the fat nurse in a pink skirt walked in hurriedly: "Did the needle?"
"Well," Song Xiao nodded, and raised his left hand piercing the infusion tube, "Sister Youlao."
"Oh, oh, what are you polite!" The delicate and fair-skinned boy called his sister with a clear and sweet voice, and the hearts of the people who watched were melted. The fat nurse smiled blindly, and swiftly removed the tape on it. Pointing to the place with the cotton ball, quickly pressed the needle with the other hand, explaining that the boy was pressing it himself.
Song Xiao pressed the hand that had just pulled out the needle and nodded to the fat nurse to thank him. When the bleeding ceased, he picked up the "Historical Book" on the bedside and read it again.
"Young Master Song, it's different from what the news said." The fat nurse walked out with a big smile, was pulled by another nurse, and slapped her chin at the quiet student in the room.
"Oh, how can you believe the gossip news. Last year, it was said that our hospital gave blood transfusions to patients with type ab blood. The left hand was transfused with type a and the right hand was transfused with type b." The fat nurse curled her lips and turned to look at the teenager in the room. Holding a heart with both hands, "How can such an elegant young man fight with someone? He must have been bullied, huh..."
When my colleague heard this, he couldn't help shaking, rubbing the goose bumps on his arm, and turned to take his temperature in the next ward.
When the nurse left, Song Xiao rubbed his eyebrows and heard another unintelligible word, what is "gossip news"?
It has been several days since I woke up, and I am still at a loss as to everything here. He wiped his neck and opened his eyes. It should be Huangquan Road. He was planning to find Yu Jintang on the Naihe Bridge, but he did not expect that this "Huangquan Road" was actually a white square cabin, a man in a white long coat holding it in his hand. A soft rope with an iron piece dangling in front of his eyes.
"Dare to ask Xiongtai, but Bai Wuchang?" Song Xiao slowly sat up and greeted the man, expecting that the soft rope should be an ecstasy.
"Bai Wuchang" was very surprised by what he said. After a while, he stuck the iron piece at one end of the "hunting rope" to his chest, waited for a while and took it away, breaking his eyes with two fingers, and then Touch his head: "Does it have a headache?"
Now it’s Song Xiao’s turn to be stunned. This person’s hands are warm, he can understand what he says, but with a strange accent, and these men have short hair, and the women’s clothes are also Very strange, could it be that he did not die, but to some barbarian land?
"This is..." Song Xiao didn't dare to say more, for fear that these people would see that he had a different accent from theirs, and most of the barbarians were exclusive.
"This is the Third People's Hospital. You have been in a coma for three days. Do you feel uncomfortable?" the person in the white long coat asked gently.
The hospital? It seems that the man in the white coat should be a doctor.
"I heard he woke up, let's make a transcript." As he said, two young men in green blouses came over with paper and pen in their hands. "Song Xiao, who beat you back then? "
Song Xiao frowned slightly, what are these people talking about?
"The patient just woke up, can't you come back another day?" The doctor was very upset, but he didn't really blast the two out, and instead asked himself, "Do you remember what happened before the coma? "
Song Xiao shook his head. He wiped his neck with the Moxie sword. He must be dead. The situation in front of him was very unusual and he couldn't answer rashly. Later, Song Xiao learned that the man in green clothes was a policeman, that is, the arrester in the yamen.
The doctor and arrested questioned each other for a long time, and came up with a shocking news that Song Xiao had amnesia. He doesn't remember where his home is, who his parents are, let alone how he was injured, so he remembers his name is Song Xiao.
"Poor boy!" Aunt Chen, who was hired by her family to take care of him, cried in her arms.
Song Xiao silently observed the people around him for several days, and asked Aunt Chen to buy some books to read, and gradually discovered an unbelievable fact that Dayu has perished for nearly a thousand years, and it is now the 21st century. !
Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, the young man in the mirror stared blankly. He was exactly what he looked like when he was sixteen or seventeen years old, but his face was pale, far less energetic than when he was the champion of the year.
Now he is also called Song Xiao. He is just sixteen this year. His mother has died young and only has one father.
"What did you do at home?" Song Xiao guessed that he didn't drink Mengpo soup when he was reincarnated, but for some reason there is no memory of the previous 16 years, then Yu Jintang should have been reincarnated. Now he is more concerned about his origin. If he is a gentry, he can participate in the imperial examination. When he becomes a high official, he can find the person he is looking for.
"Your father opened an entertainment company." Aunt Chen took out the things she had just bought and pared him an apple.
"What does the entertainment company do?" Song Xiao frowned slightly, sounding like a merchant. Although he is not very good in business, he can read books.
"Ah, I just hired a group of good-looking young people to sing, dance and act, but they can make money." Aunt Chen said with a smile. She worked as a nanny in the Song family for several years and watched Song Xiao grow up. Yes, this child used to not talk a lot, and was always dumb. Mr. Song said that this child has autism and his IQ is not high. Let her pay more attention.
This time, Song Xiao was beaten to his head and lost his previous memory, but seeing that he became more clever and talked more, it might be a good thing.
Song Xiao snorted in his heart. Over the past few days, I heard Aunt Chen said that the family is very full. I thought that I was at least a squire, but I didn't expect it to be a theater group! The actor is a lowly nationality. If his father was also an actor, he would not be able to participate in the imperial examination!
Song Xiao sighed, unhappily picked up Aunt Chen's newly bought book. The words in these books are weird, with few strokes, and it feels like crazy grass. Fortunately, most of them can still be understood.
"Song Xiao!" A clear voice came from outside the door. Song Xiao turned his head and saw a young man about his age. A colorful head came in. Seeing that there was no one on his left, he rushed in. Come to the door, take off the sunglasses on your face.
"Your Excellency is..." Song Xiao has read thousands of books since he was a child.
"I'm David, you don't even remember me?" The colorful teenagers circled him in surprise, and sighed, "You really amnesia? This kind of **** plot, you I didn't believe it when Dad told me!"
The young man named David circled him sympathetically and began to talk to him about himself. His name is Li Weiwei and his stage name is David. He is a contract artist of Song Xiaojia Entertainment Company. He started acting at the age of eight and is an out-and-out child star.
Because Song Xiao is withdrawn and has no friends, Song Xiao's father asked the only child in the company to come to his house often to accompany him. After a long time, David became Song Xiao's only friend. Of course this is what Li Weiwei said himself, and the authenticity is open to question.
Song Xiao quietly watched the young man talking with joy. Although he was dressed like a beggar and his hair was colorful, it was strange, but he had big, clear eyes. After spending so many years in officialdom, he still has the ability to know people. Song Xiao could feel the friendliness of this young man, so he was verbose and talked.
"Aren’t you going to be discharged from the hospital today, your dad is busy attending the premiere of the new movie, let me pick you up for him," Li Weiwei said, rolling his eyes, "I’m an old woman, even my son doesn’t care. If he wasn't my boss, I would have scolded him in front of the media."
"In other words, it's fine if your husband doesn't come these days, and you don't even have a look after you leave the hospital." Aunt Chen complained while packing her things.
Song Xiao frowned. Hearing this, his father in this life seems to be a person who is indulging in beauty. He saw the movie in the book, and it was a play performed by an actor. In other words, his father raised an actor as the outer room, in order to support the new play in the outer room, he ignored his seriously ill son.
"The son does not say that the father has passed, and the father does not come, he has his own reason." Song Xiao changed his clothes and came out in the bathroom. Seeing that the two were still lying about, he stopped talking.
Song Zicheng, who rushed over at the end of the premiere, just happened to hear these words and was suddenly stunned outside the door.