This sentence can also be understood as, have you recovered your memory?
To be honest, Yan Cheng had mixed feelings. He hoped that Leng Yan could recover his memory, but at the same time, he didn't want him to remember the past.
Even without recovering his memory, Leng Yan was the person who had been with him for two years, the person he gradually gained trust in, and the person he could confide in.
To be honest, they have spent more time together in the past two years than he has with his family.
After recovering his memory, will Leng Yan still be the same Leng Yan? Can he still get along with Leng Yan as before?
Human beings are the most complex creatures in the world. Different experiences shape different personalities. No one is born good, and no one is born evil.
The room that Lu Xia had tidied up now looked empty. The space was too large for two people, but fortunately they were very close to each other.
Yan Cheng put Leng Yan's arm back on his own leg. Without hearing his answer immediately, he couldn't help but wonder: Is Leng Yan now thinking about how to tell him that he has recovered his memory and is leaving?
Come to think of it, I should be an important person in Leng Yan's heart, right?
A little disappointed.
From two years ago to now, Yan Cheng can say with certainty that he is the most important person in Leng Yan's eyes. Although it sounds narcissistic to think so, this is the fact.
Yan Cheng had never seen Leng Yan take the initiative to show goodwill to others. It seemed that in his eyes, those people were as insignificant as the most common weeds rooted in every corner of the world.
All this is because he is the first color in the memory of the amnesiac Leng Yan.
Yan Cheng asked himself, if he accidentally lost his memory and woke up to a blank world, he would also regard the first person he saw as a special existence.
Sometimes Yan Cheng would wonder if he had not been in that room on the day Leng Yan woke up two years ago, but someone else was there, would Leng Yan regard that person as more important.
The premise of all this is "Amnesiac Leng Yan".
If Leng Yan recovered his memory, who did "he" care about the most in the past?
Leng Yan still didn't say anything. Yan Cheng was thinking about this matter in a daze, feeling a little sad.
This feeling is like raising a cute, lively, obedient dog that accompanies you happily every day. But one day, the dog suddenly runs away with someone else without any warning and disappears from your world. You don’t even know where to start looking for it.
Then I couldn't help but think, is it because I'm not good enough to him?
Yan Cheng thought about this question seriously. Is he good to Leng Yan?
Leng Yan was not a servant of the Yan Mansion, but his man, similar to Yan Guangyi's retainer. When he was in the Yan Mansion in Yulin, Leng Yan was given an independent courtyard in the front yard.
Although Leng Yan prefers to live in Yan Cheng's courtyard, he rarely goes back there.
Big yard?
Four basic sets of clothes for a quarter. When making clothes herself, if she thinks some fabrics are suitable for Leng Yan, she will ask someone to make clothes according to Leng Yan's size.
Large wardrobe?
He had a craving for food in both his lives and loved to eat all kinds of delicious food. Because of him, the Yan family kept a large number of cooks.
Like him, Leng Yan can order food at any time, and as long as the ingredients are available and the chef can cook it.
Big kitchen?
Last year, his men bought a Ferghana horse while traveling around the country to resell glass, but he was not tall enough to lift it.
It just so happened that Leng Yan was short of a horse, so he gave the horse to Leng Yan.
A steed?
Knowing that Leng Yan was good at using swords, he specially asked someone to find a sword named "Mo Yang".
Sword?
…
Hmm... should be pretty good, right?
Yan Cheng thought uncertainly. Just as he was about to think about his father's treatment of the guests in the mansion, Leng Yan's mouth moved. This time it was Yan Cheng who was distracted. He only heard: "...Not Nan Rongxu."
"What?"
"I haven't recovered my memory, but I'm sure my name wasn't Nan Rongxu before. The person called Nan Rongxu wasn't me. I just felt that the name sounded familiar."
Leng Yan stared into his eyes and said it again calmly, and this time Yan Cheng heard it clearly.
Yan Cheng leaned closer to him, the corners of his lips raised in a beautiful arc, his eyebrows curved: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you don't remember it this time, you can always remember it in the future."
Maybe he was born a selfish person. Hearing Leng Yan say this, he felt a little relieved and in a much happier mood.
"So, you must know the person you just met. If you could find him, maybe he could help you recover your memory faster. What a pity."
While he kept saying what a pity, Yan Cheng's tone was actually a little higher, but Leng Yan, whose mind was obviously distracted, didn't hear it.
Leng Yan didn't pay attention to the speaker's tone, but only focused on the content of the words. When he heard the last sentence, he suddenly shook his head.
"No, it's not a pity at all. I don't want to find that person, and I don't want to recover my past memories."
Seeing Yan Cheng raise his eyebrows, he added: "This is my intuition."
For him, intuition is a very useful thing. His palms under the arms wrapped in white cloth gradually clenched. He thought, he is Leng Yan now, and Leng Yan does not need to bury the memories of the past.
Only then did Leng Yan notice that Yan Cheng's house was empty. Someone had already packed up the things here in advance. It should be Lu Xia.
Leng Yan ignored the pain in his arm and stood up.
"I should go back and pack my things. Shouldn't Cheng go to the capital as soon as possible? We've been delayed for a long time now."
As long as they leave here as soon as possible, they won't be able to find him, right?
Yan Cheng looked at Leng Yan's arm. It was his right arm that was injured, so it must be inconvenient for him to exert force.
"You should rest here. I'll find someone to help you pack your things."
Leng Yan looked into his eyes, chose to be obedient, and sat down again.
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