"No need." Fu Yunchen walked through the flower bushes, his expression grim.
Long Qian smiled. "Brother, do you know what I'm going to do?"
Fu Yunchen said, "Put a curse on her."
Long Qian did not deny it, "Brother, aren't you curious? Is your wife carrying a boy or a girl?"
Without hesitation, Fu Yunchen replied, "Whether male or female, they are all my children, and I will treat them all equally."
“…Hehe, brother is a good father.” Long Qian laughed. “I haven’t congratulated you yet, brother, on becoming a father again. Here, this is for you.”
He took out a gold-inlaid jade box from his sleeve and handed it to Fu Yunchen.
Fu Yunchen took it. "What is it?"
"You'll see when you get there." Long Qian turned and left.
Fu Yunchen opened the box, inside was a crystal bead the size of a fingertip, and it was hollow.
There's another piece of paper.
Fu Yunchen opened the paper, on which was written a passage: "Memory Bead. Hold the bead and recall the memory you want to keep, and it will be stored in the memory bead. It can only be seen by the person who holds it."
Mu Run picked up the crystal bead. "Really?"
"We'll know once we try," Fu Yunchen said, but he was certain in his heart that it was true; if Long Qian didn't make a move, it would be something precious.
"Okay." Mu Run closed her eyes, recalling her memories of picking tea leaves in the tea garden...
Fu Yunchen then saw that wisps of golden, fluffy things were slowly winding around inside the bead, and more and more of them were growing.
Suddenly, gray, flocculent stuff appeared inside the bead.
Fu Yunchen frowned as he looked at the dust particles, then glanced at Mu Run, whose expression remained unchanged. It seemed these memories were neither good nor bad for her; at least they hadn't affected her mood.
Mu Run opened her eyes.
Looking at the extra thing inside the beads in his hand, he asked, "What is this?"
"Your memories," Fu Yunchen replied.
Mu Run looked at the bead in surprise, "Can it really store memories?"
"Something just occurred to me, and gray appeared in my memory."
"...It should be the loss of smell. I lost my sense of smell due to an illness and can no longer appreciate tea."
Loss of smell?
“Getting sick is inevitable. It’s just that losing a beloved career is a bit sad.” Mu Run looked at the gray, fluffy things. “So, this memory is gray?”
"Hmm. What else were you thinking about?" Fu Yunchen asked.
Mu Run replied, "I went up the mountain to pick tea with my sisters, and I also learned to make tea and taste tea from my grandfather."
Fu Yunchen: "Those memories are golden."
Mu Run looked at the bead in her hand. "It's amazing! How many memories can it store?"
Fu Yunchen said, "You can give it a try."
Mu Run nodded, "Okay, I'll think about it slowly tonight."
Fu Yunchen took her hand. "I want to know, what color are your memories of me?"
Mu Run smiled and said, "Guess what color it is?"
Fu Yunchen asked uncertainly, "It shouldn't turn black, right?"
Mu Run looked at him, clutched the beads in her hand, and closed her eyes...
Recalling the moment she first arrived in this world, waking up in the bridal sedan chair and facing the predicament of being kidnapped by bandits, she felt panicked and terrified.
A faint, dark gray memory surfaced within the bead.
Fu Yunchen gave a helpless, bitter smile. "So that's how it is?"
The memory gradually changed from dark gray to gray again, but only for a short time before turning black again!
Upon seeing the dark memories, Fu Yunchen was utterly terrified.
Was he a painful memory for her?
After a period of time, the dark memories were slowly replaced by a wisp of golden-purple.
But as soon as it appeared, Mu Run opened her eyes, and a blush crept up her ears.
Seeing his deeply affected expression, Mu Run asked, "What's wrong?"
"Am I a source of pain for you?" Fu Yunchen pointed to the dark gray and black flocculent matter that appeared in the bead.
"Black?" Mu Run was also surprised, then looked at Fu Yunchen and realized that he had misunderstood.
Fearing he might overthink it, Mu Run quickly said to Fu Yunchen, "Those are my memories from when I was in the Cao family, when I was bewitched by Master Tianfu and Master Cao... Later, when I thought of you, I stopped thinking about it." Mu Run looked at the memories in the bead; they were truly a mix of all sorts of colors.
Is she planning to open a dye shop?
The golden-purple memories should belong to Fu Yunchen.
"This, do you see it?" Mu Run pointed to the tiny golden-purple memory.
"Golden purple, is that it?" Fu Yunchen swept away his frustration and radiated a dazzling light from within.
Seeing that he was in a better mood, Mu Run smiled shyly. "You have never been a bad memory for me. Even though I was awkward at times, you never treated me badly. You are my best memory."
At least so far, he remains her best memory and her most beautiful and unforgettable encounter.
...
Chongyang Inn.
Yao Yao was at the dock, seeing off the guests.
As he watched the guests' boats gradually disappear into the distance, he became lost in thought again, staring at the slowly flowing water, motionless for a long time.
Yang Yang came out of the inn, saw Yao Yao's appearance, sighed, shook his head, and turned back to the inn.
Ever since Mu Run returned and told Hongmi and Liu Xiaohuan that Zhong Jiu liked her, her feelings changed; her mind was filled with Zhong Jiu's image. Why would he like her? She was clearly disabled. Even if she had taken care of him when he was seriously injured, it was understandable. She was from Bianyun Village; naturally, she would spare no effort to save her own people.
"Yaoyao, you're back." Yang Yang still came out worriedly and called out.
Yao Yao turned to look at Yang Yang and replied, "Okay, I'm coming right now."
Two ships were approaching from a distance.
Seeing this, Yao Yao called out to Yang Yang, "I'll wait a little longer. A boat is passing by; it might be docking."
Yang Yang had no choice but to say, "If it's not true, then come back."
“Okay,” Yao Yao replied.
The two ships stopped at Chongyangshan Wharf.
Two people disembarked from the boat. One of them was a beautiful young woman, dressed in gorgeous clothes, with a hint of pride in her eyes. She had a plum blossom painted on her forehead, the five petals so lifelike that they seemed to tremble with her movements.
And another person... Yao Yao's pupils suddenly trembled; it was Zhong Jiu.
However, Zhong Jiu seemed not to recognize her at this moment. He glanced at her coldly and then led the woman forward.
Yao Yao paused for a moment, then took the initiative to greet him, "We haven't heard from Hall Master Zhong for a long time. I wonder if he is doing well?"
"Thank you for your concern. Manager Yao, prepare two superior rooms, bath supplies, and also a fast horse." Zhong Jiu didn't even look at Yao Yao, as if she were just the manager of Chongyang Inn, and not anyone else.
Yao Yao's heart sank slowly, eventually hiding in the secret corner where she had been before, even deeper and deeper, with no intention of ever surfacing again.
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