"You and I have been childhood sweethearts for thirteen years now, and now we have been married for more than two years. Therefore, you should call me husband. If others hear you call me son, they will think that there is a relationship between you and me.
There is a gap."
Su Zhen's tone was teasing, but Shang Jingyao took it seriously and nodded seriously.
"I see, but I think the people in the village are so weird!"
"What's wrong?"
"Besides the fact that I can't remember you, I always feel like there's something missing."
Su Zhen smiled and said, "You probably feel a little empty because you haven't seen your family for a long time. After lunch, I will accompany you back to your parents' house."
"My mother's side? Going to see my parents and sisters?"
"Um!"
"Very good!"
Shang Jingyao didn't have the slightest doubt about what Su Zhen said. She happily drank the fish soup quickly and started to clear the tableware.
Su Zhen took her hand and pushed her back to her original position, "I'm here, you rest first and try to see if you can think of anything else."
"Oh, okay."
Watching Su Zhen leave, Shang Jingyao completely believed Su Zhen's words.
'Jing'er...Jing'er...'
"Who? Who?"
'Jing'er, come with me and leave! This place doesn't belong to you!'
The ethereal calling seemed to come from outside the courtyard. Shang Jingyao's small ears twitched and he looked out suspiciously, but found no strange person.
Lifting up the hem of his cloth skirt, he stepped through the wet soil and arrived in front of the inner fence step by step. However, upon closer inspection, except for the smiling villagers passing by, there was no strange person.
After spinning around a few times, she gently stroked her earlobe and said doubtfully, "How strange, how come there's no one there?"
"Xian'er, what are you looking at?"
Shang Jingyao turned around and saw Su Zhen standing on the steps outside the kitchen looking at him, holding a white cloth to wipe the water stains on her hands.
"It's nothing...you moved so fast, I haven't packed my clothes yet."
"There is no need to clean up. My father-in-law's house is not far from us. After sending you there, I will go down the mountain to buy some medicine."
"Medicine? Don't want it! It's very bitter!"
Shang Jingyao's little face wrinkled into a bun, she picked up a corner of Su Zhen's robe and shook it gently, biting her lower lip with her teeth, tears welling up in her beautiful eyes.
"Uh... don't cry. I'm doing this for your own good."
"Don't listen, don't listen, you bastard is chanting sutras! Stop talking, let's go, let's go!"
"Okay! But you have to follow me closely and not run around."
"Okay! It's all up to you."
Su Zhen looked at her eager look, a little bit dumbfounded, "Wait a moment!"
"good!"
Shang Jingyao nodded obediently, Su Zhen rubbed her hair, turned and walked into the house.
She put her hands on her hips, pursed her delicate lips, and suddenly walked towards Xi She in a feverish mood. After crossing the screen, her eyes fell on the painting again.
Standing on tiptoes, he stretched out his jade arms to pick off the painting, and carefully looked at the woman depicted on it, feeling as if he was lost.
Shang Jingyao carefully rolled up the painting, put it in a cloth bag, carried it on his back, and trotted out the door.
Just as he was about to step out of the door, he suddenly heard strange noises coming from the Nanshe, but the sound was a bit fuzzy and could not be heard clearly.
She walked quietly to the window of the south house and tried to eavesdrop, but there was suddenly no sound inside.
'crunch'
Su Zhen, who had changed into clean clothes, pushed open the door and entered. Looking at Shang Jingyao's sneaky appearance, she raised her eyebrows and said, "Xian'er, what are you doing?"
"Well... that... that... my feet just sprained! I just wanted to hold the window and rest for a while!"
Shang Jingyao screamed in pain several times, pointed at his left foot, and glanced at Su Zhen with guilty eyes as he spoke.
"A sprained foot?"
Su Zhen's eyes shifted from the painting bag on her back to Shang Jingyao's ankle. She knelt down and pinched it gently. Shang Jingyao responded slowly and exaggeratedly, "It hurts, it hurts! Be gentle!"
"What about here?"
"It hurts too!"
Shang Jingyao pinched his leg, squeezed out a few tears and started to fake cry.
"Then let me carry you."
"No no no! No need!"
Shang Jingyao stuttered as he spoke, pretending to relieve the pain, he twisted his ankle and jumped down the steps with one leg.
"Slow down!"
"oh!"
Su Zhen stood in front of the window and looked at Shang Jingyao's back, thoughtfully.
He turned his stern eyes to the window to calm down, then a suitable smile appeared on his lips, and he quickly walked down the steps, holding her arm to prevent her from falling.
"Take it easy, I'll hold you up so you don't fall."
"Well, don't worry, it won't happen."
"Why are you carrying this painting?"
"I don't know either, but with it by my side, I feel very at ease. Hey, Mr. Su... oh, no, Mr.... Mr. Mr. Su?"
"What's wrong?"
"You don't seem to be surprised or panicked that I lost my memory? Is it because you...don't you like the old me?"
Su Zhen's breathing quickened for a moment, then she smiled and said, "No matter what the lady looks like, I like her."
"real?"
"Yeah! Really!"
"Oh, I only remember seeing a ball of white light, and then when I woke up, I was outside the village..."
"Maybe you ran away from home and fell asleep outside."
"Is that so? Actually, I can't tell."
The two of them had already left the small courtyard while talking. When Su Zhen turned around and locked the door, Shang Jingyao felt more strange in her heart.
On the way to Yue's house, Shang Jingyao always felt as if someone was following them, but once she looked back, those illusions would disappear. Her abnormal behavior naturally aroused Su Zhen's suspicion.
"Xian'er, what are you looking around for?"
"I feel like there's..."
'Xian'er, stay away from the people around you! He will kill you!'
Shang Jingyao stopped abruptly mid-sentence and turned around in shock, but around him there were only friendly-looking villagers enjoying the cool air and chatting under the trees.
"What's there?"
"Ah...it's...I think everyone seems to be smiling."
"Living in the mountains is supposed to be free from the world, free from distractions and worries, so why should we be affected by other bad emotions?"
"No, I think what you said is wrong."
"Huh? Where do I start with this?"
Su Zhen raised her eyes to look at the sky, and opened the oil-paper umbrella she had prepared in advance. The shadow covered the top of her head, blocking out the scorching sun.
They were very close to each other, and Shang Jingyao's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. He lowered his head and seemed to be careful about the pits or stones on the ground, but in fact he did not dare to look at Su Zhen.
"I can't tell what's missing, but I just feel uncomfortable."
The two of them were walking side by side on the path in the countryside. The villagers seemed to be in peace and harmony, simple and simple.
Su Zhen suddenly looked at a couple walking by them. The smiles on their faces were very contagious. The man was carrying a baby on his back. Although his head was covered with sweat, he still allowed his son to rub it.
I rubbed his face and took a closer look. I saw that his ears were already red.