Chapter 73: The Husband Who Dotes on His Young Wife
Hearing the question, Mrs. Song explained, "The two brothers who live next door to me just moved in not long ago. The eldest brother has an unknown illness and is constantly taking medicine. He rarely goes out to see people. But Erlang is kind, hardworking, and sweet-talking. He always greets me when he sees me. So, he found a job in town to earn a little money just to treat his eldest brother's illness."
When Mrs. Song said this, she remembered that her son Goudan was about to finish school, so she said to the other woman, "I won't talk to you anymore. I have to go back and cook, otherwise Goudan will make a fuss when he comes back."
"Go, go, it's time for me to go back."
The two of them walked towards their respective homes.
A low house built of logs, caressed by the autumn wind, exudes an ancient atmosphere through the dark brown wood grain.
The magnolia in front of the door is clinging to the withered morning glory, and occasionally a few strands of unwilling purple can be seen.
There was a bamboo bed in the courtyard, and a man with black hair and a headband on his forehead was sitting cross-legged on it, meditating and practicing.
At this time, the footsteps came from far away, and the black-haired man slowly opened his eyes, stretched his knees and sat up.
"I'm back!"
The next second, Tang Xiaoyun pushed open the bamboo fence and walked into the yard with a smile on his face. He placed the jar of wine and the Chinese medicine bag on the table, walked to the black-haired man, and asked, "Mo Yu, how are you today? Do you still have a headache?"
Mo Yu slowly raised his eyes and saw that there was dirt on his face. Just as he was about to raise his hand to wipe it off for him, Tang Xiaoyun was one step ahead of him and stroked his hair.
He ruffled the man's hair, frowned slightly and said, "It's only been a few days, and your gray hair has grown back. Wait, I'll go mix the hair dye."
After saying that, Tang Xiaoyun walked to the side, ground the dried gallnut and indigo into powder, then added water to make a fine paste, and finally added alum and stirred evenly. The hair dye was ready.
He walked up to Mo Yu with the hair dye and reminded her, "Close your eyes."
Then use a homemade brush to dip a small amount of hair dye and apply it evenly on the areas where white hair grows.
As he applied the ointment, he muttered to himself, "Hey, if you could change your appearance once your martial arts skills were restored, you wouldn't have to go through so much trouble every time."
They had been in this barren land in the north for more than half a month. In order to hide Tan Tai Lie's identity, he had to find a hair dye formula and cover up the black fire mark.
But he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that after losing his memory, Tan Tai Lie seemed to be very resistant to his touch, and only when he dyed his hair would he be so obedient.
"Okay, I'll help you wash it off after it dries..."
"No, I'll wash it myself."
Tang Xiaoyun was stunned, a look of disappointment flashed across his face, but he didn't say much, "Then I'll go boil some water for you first."
Walking towards the kitchen step by step, the system noticed Tang Xiaoyun's sense of loss and said, "Host, don't be sad. The boss has lost his memory, not that he doesn't like you anymore."
I know, I'm not sad.
Even though I said that, my heart felt as if a huge rock was blocking it.
He just realized his feelings for Tan Tai Lie and he lost his memory and didn't remember him. Should we say that he deserved it?
[It's been so long, and I've taken more than a dozen doses of medicine, but my health hasn't improved, and my memory hasn't returned. Could it be that my method is wrong?]
Hearing the endless sadness in his voice, the system also felt uncomfortable.
[My eyes were fixed on the stove, but my soul was trapped in the boss's smile before he lost his memory. My broken program is hurt by the sourness emanating from your heart.]
It wasn't until the water started bubbling that Tang Xiaoyun came to his senses. He then poured the hot water into the wooden basin and carried it outside.
Putting it in front of Mo Yu, he asked again, "You really don't want me to wash it for you?"
"No, go and rest."
"…All right."
Tang Xiaoyun walked over to Mo Yu and sat down. As soon as he sat down, Mo Yu stood up and walked to the table. The action of deliberately keeping a distance made Tang Xiaoyun feel pained.
Watching Mo Yu take off his coat, he murmured in his heart: [Big devil, when will you remember me? I'm so tired of waiting.]
Mo Yu paused in taking off his headband and glanced at Tang Xiaoyun who was half-lying on the bamboo bed.
Seeing his lost and sad expression, I felt as if a needle had pricked my heart.
He slowly stroked his chest: Was that... a heartache feeling just now?
This feeling was too unfamiliar to him who had lost his memory. Although he knew that he and Tang Xiaoyun had that kind of relationship, it was still too unfamiliar to him now.
However, he had seen Tang Xiaoyun's meticulous care and concern for him over the past half month. Even if it wasn't for himself, he wanted to recover his memory as soon as possible.
He secretly made up his mind and said: Wait for me, I will recover my memory as soon as possible.
After washing the hair dye off her head, she let her wet hair down and walked slowly to Tang Xiaoyun.
He wanted to try to get closer to Tang Xiaoyun, so he handed over the headband and said, "Put it on for me."
Tang Xiaoyun was stunned for a long time and didn't react.
After all, ever since Tan Tai Lie lost his memory, he has never been close to her, and even avoided his touch.
Why did you change your personality today?
"What, you don't want to?" Mo Yu asked with red ears.
Tang Xiaoyun quickly took it and said, "I'm willing. How could I not be willing?"
He put the headband back on Mo Yu, then asked him to sit on the bamboo bed and said, "Wait, I'll get a dry towel."
After a while, Tang Xiaoyun brought a dry towel and carefully wiped Mo Yu's wet hair.
Her movements were gentle and slow, as if she was afraid of hurting him.
The system on the side saw this and teased: [Host, you are now like a husband doting on his young wife.]
Tang Xiaoyun's hands kept moving as he replied, "If he's willing to be the one below, I don't mind loving and pampering him."
“Ahem…”
When Mo Yu heard the conversation between him and the system, his ears turned red. From what he said, he had suppressed Tang Xiaoyun in the past?
Hearing him cough, Tang Xiaoyun thought his throat was uncomfortable again, so he poured him a cup of tea and handed it to him, saying, "Drink some water."
"Oh…Okay."
Mo Yu took the tea and drank it all in one gulp. Tang Xiaoyun happened to see his face flushed, and subconsciously reached out his hand to test the temperature.
"It's so hot, are you sick?"
He was startled by Tang Xiaoyun's outstretched hand. Just as he was about to dodge, he stopped abruptly. This conditioned reflex was faster than his brain. It seemed he had to control himself.
"It's okay, it's hot." Mo Yu turned his head away to hide the embarrassment on his face.
Just at this moment, Aunt Song, the neighbor next door, came out with a plate of snacks and saw the two brothers being affectionate in the yard.
He subconsciously joked, "Wow! Look at how close you two brothers are. I almost thought you were a couple!"
After these words were spoken, Mo Yu's face became even redder, and her beautiful appearance with her head down made Tang Xiaoyun couldn't help laughing.
[Hehe, how come this guy's personality has changed after losing his memory? Where did that shameless and vulgar villain go?]
[I'm surprised to find myself blushing just now because of something like that.]
After making a few jokes in his mind, he walked to the bamboo fence and saw the lady surnamed Song holding some snacks in her hand. He asked cheekily, "Auntie, are you giving this to me?"
Mrs. Song then remembered the snacks and hurriedly handed them to Tang Xiaoyun, saying, "Here, thanks to your constant tutoring for Goudan, he got first place in the quiz. I was so proud to pick him up from school. Here are some snacks as a thank you. Take them!"
As she spoke, the Song woman stuffed the plate into Tang Xiaoyun's hands. As she turned to leave, she reminded him, "Wait until Goudan's father comes back, and then I'll invite you two brothers over for a drink."
"That's great, I won't be polite."
She walked over to Mo Yu with the snacks, handed them over and said, "Try it, Aunt Song made it herself."
Staring at the dessert on the plate, Mo Yu forced a rare smile and said, "You eat it. I don't like sweets."
Tang Xiaoyun was stunned. He didn't know that the big devil didn't like sweet food.
"Well, I'll eat alone!"
He walked to the table and sat down, eating snacks while thinking about tomorrow's work.
In the past half month, whenever there was work, he went to the dock to work as a porter. When he was busy, he could earn a hundred coins a day. When there was no work, he could only do odd jobs and did not earn much.
Mo Yu's body still needs to be nourished by Chinese medicine, and he can't do it without money.
Thinking of this, he said to Mo Yu without even turning his head, "I have to go out early tomorrow to walk around the streets. I can earn more money by doing one more job. I'll warm up breakfast for you. Remember to eat it."
Hearing this, Mo Yu's fingers on his knees curled up slightly, his eyelashes trembling slightly. After a long while, he said softly: "...I am a burden to you. Actually, you don't have to work so hard for me."
The sound was as light as a sigh, and the bitterness and self-blame that surged in his eyes when he lowered his eyes were quietly hidden by the shadow.
He clearly wanted Tang Xiaoyun not to be so tired, but the words he said were stiff and obscure.
Although his voice was very low, Tang Xiaoyun still heard it.
He took a big bite of the dessert, put the remaining half heavily on the plate, and turned around with a somewhat unhappy expression.
"What's the point of talking about being a burden or not? Who forced me to be so busy these days?"
He took two steps to Mo Yu, poked his shoulder with his fingertips, and said in a trembling but firm voice: "I am happy to take care of you, and I hope you can get better soon. Don't you understand what I mean?"
Mo Yu seemed not to have guessed that Tang Xiaoyun's reaction would be so strong. He raised his head and looked into his sincere eyes. A warm feeling flowed through his chest, but he still hesitated and said things that Tang Xiaoyun didn't want to hear.
"But... if I weren't a burden, you could live a carefree life without having to get up early and stay up late every day..."
“Tsk!”
Before he could finish, Tang Xiaoyun pouted unhappily, bent down closer to Mo Yu, and reached out to pinch his chin.
She forced him to look up at her, and said angrily, "Stop being so sour and jealous!"
Realizing that his tone was too harsh, he quickly loosened his jaw and sat down next to him.
He continued, "I'm uneducated and don't understand your twists and turns. I only know that you risked your life to save me and protect me. If I gave up when you were lying down and unable to move, I would be an animal and would be too ashamed to face the King of Hell when I die."
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