This is what Liang Meng told him about Zhenshu's new memories.
Zhenshu was an orphan. He grew up eating and wearing clothes from many families. When he grew up, he worked for other families and saved some money, and then he opened the Sheli Tea Shop on this street.
The neighbors get along well with each other, and the tea shop business is booming.
Unfortunately, when Zhenshu went to the mountains to pick tea, he was bitten by a poisonous snake and fell into a coma.
It was Yun Xuchen who saved him. As for the loss of his memory, it might be due to the poison.
Zhenshu sat on the bed, frowning, quietly watching Liang Meng who was talking nonstop.
Although she looked serious, Zhenshu had no recollection of what she said. Not even a hint of familiarity was there.
Zhenshu was very skeptical of what Liang Meng said, but he had to believe it.
"Okay, I've told you everything I need to tell you. Your injury isn't serious anymore. Just be more careful next time."
Liang Meng stood up from her chair and walked towards the door. Just as she took a step outside, Zhenshu called her.
Liang Meng's heart skipped a beat.
"What's wrong?"
Liang Meng turned around and looked at the pillow book pretending to be calm.
"Um...I have a question for you."
"What do you want to ask?"
"Don't I have any relatives around me?"
The word "no" almost slipped out of her mouth, but after a few turns between her lips and teeth, Liang Meng swallowed it back. In the end, emotion still won over reason.
"There is one."
"Oh? Where is she?" Zhenshu said as he stood up from the bed, leaning forward slightly, looking obviously eager to know the answer.
Liang Meng swallowed, stopped looking at the book on the pillow, turned sideways, stared out the window and replied in a low voice.
"She's dead."
"What did you say?"
Liang Meng knew he had heard her clearly, so she didn't answer him. More importantly, she no longer had the energy to say it again.
"Then...did she leave anything for me?"
"kindness?"
Liang Meng was a little confused by Zhenshu's slightly hurried voice, and turned around to look at him in confusion.
"I mean, since she's my relative, shouldn't there be something here that belongs to her? A portrait, or anything that belongs to her."
Liang Meng didn't understand why Zhenshu was so anxious.
For a moment, Liang Meng even wondered if Zhenshu still had any memories of Aunt Hong.
I was just thankful that I listened to Yun Xuchen when I was erasing the memory of the pillow book and put away all the things related to Aunt Hong in Sheli.
Otherwise, if Zhenshu woke up and was seen by him and remembered Aunt Hong, then everything, including Aunt Hong’s sacrifice, would be in vain.
"No. When she died, you buried everything related to her with her."
"I was buried?" Zhenshu pointed a finger at himself.
"yes."
Liang Meng answered firmly.
"You have a good rest. I'm leaving first."
After saying this, he turned around and strode away from Sheli without hesitation.
She was afraid that if she didn't leave quickly, she would not be able to help but tell him everything when she saw Zhenshu's innocent and confused face, as if he didn't remember anyone.
Since leaving Sheli that day, Liang Meng never asked about the pillow book again.
She no longer asked or cared about what happened to him or Sheli.
Many times, Chuanqi stood in front of her, looking as if he wanted to say something but hesitated. Liang Meng knew that he wanted to tell her about the pillow book, but she said nothing, just stared at him with a cold expression.
Legend stared at him with his neck shrunk, not daring to say a word, and turned around and ran away in shame.
Liang Meng didn't go looking for Zhenshu, but Zhenshu came to him.
But I didn’t come here because I had any wish, but simply because I had a question I wanted to ask Liang Meng.
Liang Meng received him in the front hall.
"What's wrong? I heard from Legend that you had something to ask me."
Liang Meng felt a little nervous, fearing that he would ask questions about the so-called relative.
At this moment, Liang Meng felt very regretful. Why did he suddenly tell Zhenshu that he had relatives?
Isn't this just asking for trouble? I hope the pillow book isn't here for this.
It is said that sometimes it is so magical that the more you resist it, the more it will come to you.
"yes."
"What's up?"
"About what the Hall Master told me a few days ago, about my only relative."
Liang Meng:.......
When did her intuition become so accurate?? !!
Liang Meng now really wants to go back to the time when he was a talkative person. He would cover his hands with glue, cover his mouth tightly, and not allow himself to utter a single word or symbol about his relatives.
Unfortunately, it's too late.
"What happened to her?"
Liang Meng moved a little uncomfortably in his chair and asked in a calm manner.
Zhenshu didn't say anything, but walked towards Liang Meng while rummaging through his sleeves.
"Master, please look."
Liang Meng looked down in confusion. Within the broad palm of the pillow book lay a purse: a crimson purse with a fluttering butterfly embroidered in sky-blue silk.
Zhenshu stretched his hand forward, and Liang Meng reached out and took the purse in his hand.
This purse must be very old. Although it is clean, it is very old. Some parts are even a little worn, as if it has been touched by a hand for a long time.
"Where did you get this...?"
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