"Boss, I'm really sorry for making you worry." Alang said with a slightly guilty tone.
"Don't say that. We all work in the same troupe, and it's not easy. I've watched many of the children here grow up, and to me, you're all like my own children." Mr. Fang responded with a smile.
"Boss, how did I get to the opera troupe? Why don't I have any recollection of it?" Alang asked.
"This..." Mr. Fang was slightly stunned and looked at Fang Biying beside him. For a moment, he didn't know how to respond.
"Alang, why did you suddenly think of asking this?" Fang Biying asked.
"I don't know why? I can't remember anything about the past. My head feels empty, without any memories. If I try to think about anything, I get a headache. I'm still quite curious about what happened in the past, so I want to know a little bit about it." Alang said, touching his head with his hand.
"We rescued you on the battlefield at the beginning of the year." Liu Si responded.
"Battlefield?" Alang frowned slightly and looked at Liu Si with confusion.
"Liu Si, what nonsense are you talking about?" Fang Biying's nerves were tense. She rolled her eyes at him and called out loudly, indicating that if he said any more words, she would make him suffer. Liu Si looked at Fang Biying helplessly without saying anything.
"Liu Si, hurry up and get to work." said Mr. Fang.
Liu Si glanced at Alang and saw Biying holding his arm, his eyes full of anger and jealousy. He slowly clenched his palm into a fist, tightening it tighter and tighter.
"Liu Si, are you deaf? Didn't you hear me talking?" Seeing that he was still standing there, Mr. Fang said in a slightly angry tone.
Liu Si came to his senses, lowered his head and left.
"Liu Si, you haven't finished what you were saying just now." Alang called out to his departing back.
"Ah Lang, don't listen to Liu Si's nonsense." Fang Biying grabbed his arm and said, "You joined the opera troupe when you were little, right, Dad?"
Fang, the head of the family, came back to his senses and responded, "Yes, Biying is right, you have been in the opera troupe since you were a child."
"I joined the opera troupe when I was a child? But why don't I have any impression of it?" Alang asked in a puzzled tone.
"Alang, you don't remember, but at the beginning of the year, you fell seriously ill with a severe fever. My father and I thought you were going to die, and I was scared to death. I prayed for you day and night. I think God must have heard my prayers, and you finally got through the critical period safely and came back to life. Don't tell me how happy I was at that time." Fang Biying described the whole story very realistically, without a single flaw, and her facial expressions were also very appropriate. She secretly winked at the head of the family, motioning him to speak.
"Yes! Alang, that serious illness really scared all of us." Mr. Fang responded.
Ah Lang nodded slightly: "No wonder, no wonder I don't remember anything."
"Alang, whether you still remember the past is not important to me at all. What matters is that you remember me." As she spoke, Fang Biying leaned her head gently on his shoulder.
"Look at what you said. You are so good to me. Even if I forget the whole world, I can't forget you." Alang patted her hand gently and said.
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