Jia gritted his teeth, determined not to let him find out who had made the mistake, or he would make him regret it.
"Sister, wow, how come you ran so fast?"
Jiang Lu's skill level was still a bit low. Even with Da Ju taking her around, she still had to walk the path down the mountain on her own. By the time she caught up with Jiang Bai and the others, she was already panting heavily.
Upon getting closer, she noticed Jiang Bai's pale face and was startled. She asked worriedly, "Sister, why do you look so pale?"
"Mother is missing."
Jiang Bai wouldn't hide it from her; when he told her the news, he was already prepared to comfort her.
To her surprise, Jiang Lu just looked at her blankly and asked in astonishment, "How could that be? They were still at home when I left!"
"See for yourself!"
Jiang Bai stepped aside, revealing the entire courtyard behind him, but there wasn't a soul in sight.
To everyone's surprise, Jiang Lu not only wasn't worried, but chuckled and said, "Sister, Mother and Aunt Qiu went back to our house together, they're not at her house."
Jiang Bai was stunned.
"Come with me."
Jiang Lu held Jiang Bai's hand and walked towards their old courtyard.
When they arrived, they found the house wide open. In the courtyard, Song was talking to Aunt Qiu. There was a basin on the ground with several sets of clothes left by Jiang Anliang.
Speaking of this, in principle, after a person dies, their clothes should also be burned. But at that time, Song was so grief-stricken that she wished she could keep all of Jiang'an's belongings, so she couldn't bear to burn them.
When Wang and his group were robbing things, they were afraid that Jiang Anliang would come after them, so they didn't touch these old clothes.
Later, when it got cold, in order to prevent the villagers from breaking into the house and stealing the clothes because they were too cold, Jiang Bai specially brought them to Pingshan for safekeeping. It was Jiang Lu who said that if there were no familiar items in the old house, Jiang Anliang would not be able to find his way home, so they moved them back.
Mrs. Song and Aunt Qiu sat in the courtyard, washing old clothes.
Although the two were talking, the atmosphere was not very cheerful.
Upon seeing Jiang Bai arrive, Aunt Qiu immediately stood up from her stool.
Upon seeing Jiang Bai, Madam Song paused for a moment, then smiled gently and said, "Bai girl, what brings you here?"
Hearing Song address Jiang Bai, Aunt Qiu looked at her in surprise, not understanding why her address was so distant.
"Yes, I noticed you haven't been back for a long time, so I came to check on you."
Jiang Bai nodded lightly, his gaze falling on Aunt Qiu.
Aunt Qiu stiffened. She still felt a little uneasy facing Jiang Bai, her former prospective daughter-in-law.
He looked away, avoiding eye contact, his face expressionless.
"You've come at the right time. There's something I'd like to tell you."
"Are you talking about Father still being alive?"
"You knew all along?"
“Er Ya told me.”
Jiang Bai nodded and asked, "Where is Father?"
"He's at your Aunt Qiu's house. I was just saying I wanted you to arrange for a few people to bring your father back."
Song's face radiated a gentle and happy light, but her eyes dimmed for a moment when she thought of the real Jiang Bai.
If Daya were still alive, their family could be reunited.
But when her gaze fell on Jiang Bai, she stopped thinking about it.
They can finally be considered a family reunited.
"good."
Seeing that Song was all smiles, Jiang Bai had no intention of spoiling her mood. Although he still had doubts about Jiang Anliang's identity, he did not voice them.
"I'll take you there."
Song wrung out the old clothes in the basin and hung them up to dry, then took Jiang Bai and headed towards Aunt Qiu's house.
Arriving at Aunt Qiu's basement, Jiang Bai finally met Jiang Anliang.
Judging from its appearance, it is indeed Jiang'an Grain.
She was much thinner than she remembered, and her face looked excessively pale. The muscles in her limbs were slightly soft and showed no signs of atrophy, suggesting that she had been well taken care of.
“My father has been taken care of by Aunt Lao Qiu for the past few months.”
A group of people made a stretcher and carried Jiang Anliang out. Jiang Bai smiled and thanked Aunt Qiu.
Feeling uncomfortable under her gaze, Aunt Qiu could only nod silently.
"It's really hard on you, Auntie. My dad has been lying here for so long, but he's still completely clean. I have to thank you for that."
Jiang Bai continued speaking, and Aunt Qiu's face paled slightly, her eyes becoming somewhat evasive.
Before Song could figure it out, she chimed in, "Thanks to Erlai, what a wonderful child."
She didn't think too much about it, only that Jiang Er was helping to take care of her, so she continued the conversation.
Jiang Bai paused for a moment, then left without saying anything more, taking Song Shi and Jiang Lu with him.
No sooner had Jia Shiyi been lent out than Jiang Anliang became a vegetable. This whole mess is truly speechless.
As soon as Jiang Bai and her daughters left, Aunt Qiu quickly stepped forward and closed the door, clutching her chest and panting heavily.
My heart was pounding.
He picked up his tools and went into the cellar, giving it a thorough cleaning.
On the other side, Jiang Anliang was taken back to Pingshan. Although Jia Shiyi was gone, there were still quite a few people in the Xuanyi Guard who knew medicine. Jiang Bai then called another Xuanyi Guard, numbered Jia Thirty-Nine, to treat Jiang Anliang.
"master."
"how."
After carefully considering his form of address, Jia Thirty-Nine replied, "Sir, you have suffered a severe head injury and there is blood stasis in your skull. I can administer acupuncture and supplement with herbal medicine to resolve the blood stasis in your brain. However, your injury is too severe. Even if the blood stasis in your brain is resolved, you will probably be a living dead."
Jiang Bai frowned.
"Is there even the slightest chance of her waking up?"
Jia Thirty-Nine shook his head.
Jiang Bai fell silent.
Was she just being paranoid? Was this unconscious, vegetative patient really Jiang Anliang? Was he really not dead?
"Okay, I understand. Go and write the prescription and prepare the medicine!"
Jia Thirty-Nine bowed and withdrew.
Soon, Jia came out of the house.
He was responsible for washing and changing Jiang Anliang's clothes, and also checking for any signs of disguise on his body.
“Master, I have seen everything. Although the master is well taken care of, he still has many bedsores and there are no signs of disguise.”
Jia Yi is the most skilled in disguise among all the Xuan Yi Guards. Even he said that Jiang Anliang did not disguise himself, so it seems that he really did not.
"Perhaps the master is really alive."
Even Jia Yi was somewhat uncertain.
After all, no two people in the world are exactly alike. This Jiang Anliang not only has the same figure and appearance, but even the mole on his body is exactly the same as the original Jiang Anliang.
"I hope so."
Jiang Bai nodded, looking at the happy Song Shi and Jiang Lu, and couldn't bring himself to say anything that would spoil the mood.
Jiang Songwen is currently studying with a good student in the Xuanyi Guard. Today, his teacher took him into the mountains, saying that he wanted him to feel the morning breeze and dew and learn the beauty of poetry. The two did not return until almost dark.
"Awen, you're back! Come on, your second sister will take you to see someone."
Jiang Lu was very happy all day. When she saw Jiang Songwen return, she went up to him, hugged him, and ran into the house.
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