It took Xiao Qinghua a week to convince Xu Qian that they were truly family.

Besides the two of them, the Meng brothers also came.

When the group reunited, it felt as if they had returned to the past, to that wonderful and unforgettable time.

Meng Ziqiu's cooking skills improved rapidly after marriage, which Xu Qian was very satisfied with. Although he was not very familiar with the person in front of him, he unexpectedly felt a sense of closeness. Perhaps, as the other party said, they were very close family members.

Yes, family.

...

After dinner, the night gradually darkened.

Xiaoqing held a cup of freshly brewed black tea, using Xu Qian's exclusive cup—a blue-based ceramic cup with printed patterns.

"Thank you." Xu Qian looked at Xiao Qing walking in front of him. He could tell at a glance that Xiao Qing had a special identity, which was one of the main reasons why he was close to her.

"I'm not used to your thank you," Xiaoqing waved her hand, "but I forgive you."

Xu Qian couldn't help but chuckle.

When Xiaoqing saw him smile, she smiled too. Actually, she didn't care what the other person had been through. As long as he chose to come back, that was enough.

"Oh right, I'm going to Chang'ai Mountain tomorrow to deliver some goods, so remember to get up early."

"good."

Xiaoqing continued rambling on for a while, talking about today's, tomorrow's, and the future, everything.

Xu Qian listened attentively to what the other person was saying, perhaps without even realizing it himself, that he was slowly integrating into this family.

Integrate completely without reservation.

Perhaps, amnesia is not such a bad thing.

***Little Easter Egg (1)***

One afternoon, after taking a shower, Xu Qian, wearing a pair of dark blue slippers, sat cross-legged on Xiao Qing's gaming chair.

Xu Qian intended to continue watching the TV series, but his mouse accidentally clicked on a webpage. He saw a bookmark on the webpage, and upon clicking it, he found it was a novel website.

—From "The Daily Life of a Sword Cultivator" by an ordinary pseudonym

Xu Qian immediately became interested, thinking, "I also cultivate swordsmanship, so I must take a look."

So, Xu Qian sat cross-legged in his chair for the entire afternoon, and his legs were numb when he finally got up.

"It's really well-written, but why is there no sequel?" Xu Qian's curiosity was piqued, but when he looked at the author's update time—five years ago—good heavens, how long has this been abandoned! They've dug a hole and are never filling it!

At the same time, Xu Qian also noticed the account he logged into; it seemed... somewhat familiar...

Another point he noticed was that a password was required to log in.

After thinking for a moment, Xu Qian tried entering the phone unlock password that Xiao Qing had given him, and it actually worked!

An ordinary anonymous user (Level 4 author)

Work (1): "The Daily Life of a Sword Cultivator"

"..."

Is it okay to dig a hole and end up digging it into your own body?

***Little Easter Egg (2)***

Zuo Yu, Zhao Changzhou, and Chen Zhang became regulars at Xishanju. In addition to paying for food and drinks, they also provided Xu Qian with a part-time job as a martial arts instructor.

The main reason Zhao Changzhou wanted to learn was probably because he was the weakest of the three. That's what Xu Qian thought.

Xiaoqing warmly welcomed this, saying that having more people to support them is a good thing and should be welcomed!

Although Xu Qian has lost his memory, his mind is fine. Apart from occasionally going too far with his sword and losing control, he is excellent in every other aspect. More importantly, he has a good temper.

Zhao Changzhou was truly moved, deeply moved. (With tears in his eyes)

Zuo Yu didn't see Zhao Changzhou's mournful face. Instead, he silently squatted in the corner, mentally rehearsing the actions he had just performed, wondering what it would be like if Zhao Changzhou were there.

***Little Easter Egg (3)***

Unfortunately, Sheng Huai never contacted him again. Before Xu Qian disappeared, their communication gradually decreased, partly due to busy work schedules and partly due to their different social circles.

As an insider, Xiaoqing kept Xu Qian's phone during his disappearance and would occasionally send him local specialties in Xu Qian's name. Unfortunately, she could never quite imitate him properly, so she had to gradually distance herself from Sheng Huai to avoid being exposed.

Yan Lang had the same reason.

Moreover, Xiaoqing wasn't sure if Xu Qian would come back, so there was no need to add another person to wait for.

Of course, if the other party releases a new drama, he will still watch it as a favor! This is definitely not an excuse for being lazy!

***Little Easter Egg (4)***

On a day when the business was open as usual, a female customer came to Xishanju.

She ordered a bowl of cold noodles.

Xu Qian was called by Xiao Qing to make noodles, and with his natural talent, he quickly took over the position of head chef in the kitchen.

Yan Shouze watched and learned from the side. He was a clumsy demon who had been learning for several years but could not graduate. He could only do manual labor such as delivering food. But he also had dreams, so he would still come to learn whenever he had time.

"Here comes the cold noodles, enjoy!"

The female customer politely thanked her. She looked rather ordinary, but she had a very special aura about her, a cool and aloof demeanor that was very eye-catching.

The female guest, who was also the 'goddess', looked at the noodles in front of her, picked up her chopsticks, and took a bite.

Ice cubes were added to the cold noodles to make them more chewy and refreshing. The broth was made with beef, and the stewed beef was so tender that it melted in your mouth. The spinach served as a garnish was sweet and fresh.

This is good.

After settling her bill, the female guest left Xishanju without saying a word or leaving a trace. She came quietly and left quietly.

God saw the joy on the man's face and perhaps he was right; forgetting some things is the only way to be happy.

Just like now.

Hmm... okay, she's actually starting to envy Zhong Lilan now; only those who know nothing can be truly happy.

***Little Easter Egg (5)***

The 21st century.

The dean is seventy years old this year. He has a son and a daughter, both of whom have their own happy families. His eldest son wanted to take him to live in the city, but he refused, saying he wasn't used to life there.

It was another gloomy, rainy day. The dean put on his usual hat and went to the cemetery on time.

He hadn't visited his old friends in a long time, and as he got older, he started to miss them.

Next to his old friend was their only son, who had passed away in an accident twenty years ago.

"You guys are really unlucky. In your next life, in your next life..."

The old man's murmurs were carried away by the wind, but he hoped that someone far away could hear them.

The rain grew louder and louder, but it suddenly stopped just as the dean was about to leave, and the sun shone brightly, bathing the earth in its warmth.

"The weather is so nice, so lovely..."

——

The End.