"Yes, yes, we don't know much about what happened before. But when he came, he was indeed a homeless person. His clothes were dirty, his hair was tangled, and he had no other identification on him. And 20 years ago, there was no internet system like there is now. It was very difficult to check a person's identity back then."

The uncle behind also recalled the scene when they first met. This man couldn't be driven away. He would hide in the corner when given a steamed bun. Occasionally, after the customers left, he would come over to help clean up.

After a few interactions, they softened their hearts and decided to keep the person.

When washing this man's hair, they discovered the long scar on his head, and they all guessed that he must be a poor person.

"What's my name then? Where am I from? I seem to remember there was a century-old tree in front of my house. It was incredibly huge. There were also many mountains surrounding my home. It took a long time to walk out."

This uncle has slowly recovered some of his memories, and there are some fragmented images in his head, but those were all 20 years ago, and things and people have changed a lot now.

"Uncle, don't be anxious, let's take it slowly."

Su Xuanxuan also gained more information from his uncle's language, so the things he deduced would be more accurate.

"Okay, okay, take your time."

"Do you still remember your family?"

Su Xuanxuan asked patiently.

"Relatives? Mom…my dad seems to be dead."

"I think I have younger brothers and sisters. Oh, my head hurts a bit."

He tried hard to think, but he couldn't remember his family's faces.

The older brother behind him held his shoulders and gently rubbed his temples.

"Don't worry, let's think about it slowly. There's no point in pushing yourself like this."

"Yes, yes. 20 years have passed. One or two days like this won't make a difference."

Auntie also followed to comfort her.

Su Xuanxuan recalculated based on the information he got, and this time he got even more.

"Uncle, I'll tell you slowly, and you can listen slowly and see if you can remember anything."

"Your name is Hu Minggui, you're 48 years old, and you're from Xilin. You have an elderly mother, two younger brothers, and a younger sister. You left home to work at the age of 20, and at the age of 24, you had an accident and lost your memory. After wandering for two years, you met the uncle and aunt who worked at the restaurant and settled here."

The uncle supported his head, and strange yet familiar faces flashed through his mind. He tried to grasp those memories, but found that they were too fast and he could only vaguely see some images.

"It seems so."

He felt that what the girl said was true, otherwise he would not have had those images.

"You are from Taiyang Village, Fuguang County, Xilin Province. Your old mother is now over 80 years old and has been waiting for you to come home." Su Xuanxuan's eyes flashed with the image of the old grandmother, and she had been waiting for her son to come home for decades. His eyes became moist unconsciously.

"My mother, wait for me to come home."

The uncle squeezed out these eight words with great difficulty, and felt his throat was sore and his nose was burning.

This huge amount of information hit his head like a tide.

He closed his eyes in pain, held his head with both hands, and bit his lips until they turned white, as if he was in great pain.

Those memories continued to stimulate his brain, and he slowly grasped them and pieced them together into a whole.

His teeth were biting his lips tightly, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

The cold sweat on my body oozed out as if it had been drenched in water.

"What happened to him? Should he be taken to the hospital?"

The proprietress asked the anchor worriedly.

"It's okay, he's just recovering his memory. Once he gets through this period, he'll be able to fully recover his memory."

Su Xuanxuan has been observing the uncle's condition. If there is anything wrong, she can immediately notify the two uncles and aunts behind her to send him to the hospital.

"How long will it take to heal?"

The uncle behind asked anxiously.

"It depends on him. Everyone's physique is different, so the time it takes is not certain. It could take just ten minutes, or it could take a whole day, or it could take forever to recover."

Su Xuanxuan told everyone all the possibilities so that they wouldn't be so disappointed when the final result came out.

"God bless him, he must regain his memory." The proprietress folded her hands and prayed to God.

[This uncle has suffered so much. God must have mercy on him this time.]

[I must restore his memory, just this once! Then, this uncle will be able to find his home!]

[You look so miserable. Is it really that painful to regain your memory? I hope the hardship will pay off!]

Even the netizens who were watching the live broadcast were praying for a good outcome.

After about 20 minutes, the uncle suddenly put down his hands and his facial expression became calm.

But his eyes were dull, his lips were pale, and his lowered hands were trembling slightly.

He finally remembered...

Finally found the way home.

In his excitement, tears welled up in his eyes, slowly blurring his vision.

"What happened? Tell us quickly, do you remember it?"

The proprietress shouted anxiously, and in this kind of situation, the others could only feel anxious.

"Sister, I remember now! Just like what this anchor said, I'm from Xilin! My name is Hu Minggui, everything matches up!"

Although his speech was still a little unclear and his brain was a little slow, he was generally conscious.

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