Lu Qingyan refused to believe this seemingly absurd fact: "System, do you think the male lead is made of clay and will break if you press him?"
The system began to explain with great interest: "What's so special about clay figures? There are even male protagonists made of paper! The world is full of wonders. You'll know once you travel through the three thousand worlds, Master."
"You—you really have amnesia? Then do you remember your name?" Lu Qingyan asked Jun Han, ignoring the system.
System: Why isn't Master talking to me again? Did I say something wrong?
Jun Han covered his head and shook his head. His usually serious expression made the gesture look unexpectedly endearing.
"Can't you remember anything at all?" Lu Qingyan asked again uncertainly. What about the male lead? How could she have forgotten him completely?
"I can't remember." Jun Han said the second sentence they had spoken since they met, and this time Lu Qingyan heard it clearly. His voice wasn't particularly pleasant, nor was it magnetic; if she had to find a word to describe it, it would be loud.
Sure enough, the farmers outside heard him as soon as he opened his mouth.
"Little sister, is that young man awake?" Father Tian said as he entered. Looking at Jun Han, who had regained consciousness, he smiled warmly and asked, "Young man, what's your name? Where are you from? What does your family do?"
Lu Qingyan rubbed her temples and answered for Jun Han, "Father, don't ask anymore. He probably bumped his head and forgot everything. Asking is pointless."
"Forgot...forgot...forgot? What are we going to do?" Father Tian was dumbfounded; this was not what he had expected.
"You don't even know who I am?" Jun Han looked at Lu Qingyan, then at Tian's father, and asked. Even in this state, he remained calm, still with his usual composed demeanor.
"If we knew, would we be asking you?" Lu Qingyan rolled her eyes at him, got up and left the house: "Dad, don't worry about him. If you've forgotten, you've forgotten. A person with hands and feet can't starve to death outside. I'm going to feed the cows."
Not many families in the village raise cattle; most can't afford it. Only Lu Qingyan's family raises four or five cows, and during the busy farming season, quite a few people come to rent them.
After Lu Qingyan left, only Jun Han and Tian's father remained in the room, staring at each other. Looking at Jun Han's face, which wasn't much older than his son, Tian's father ultimately couldn't bring himself to tell him to leave.
"Sigh," Father Tian sighed, "You're pitiful too. Just stay here with your uncle and recover from your injuries. When you remember and want to leave, just tell your uncle and I'll see you off."
"Thank you for your great kindness, Uncle." Jun Han struggled to sit up, clasped his hands in a salute, and then collapsed back onto the kang (a heated brick bed).
The farmer hurriedly helped him up and scolded him, "Just talk, why make such a fuss? I'm a rough man, I don't need to care about those formalities."
“Even if Uncle doesn’t care, I wouldn’t dare not perform this ceremony. I have no way to repay the life-saving grace, and I am truly sorry to have troubled Uncle so much.” Perhaps because of the injuries on his body, Jun Han’s face turned slightly red after he finished speaking.
The farmer looked at the shy, scholarly young man in front of him and grew to like him more and more.
If Lu Qingyan hadn't left, she would have been astonished by the male lead's transformation upon seeing this scene. Aside from his general-like demeanor upon waking, Jun Han now moved with the air of a Confucian scholar. Even the assassins might not recognize him.
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