This fresh memory surged like a tide, surging like a raging wave with no end or pause in sight, and instantly occupied Tao Wenwen's thoughts.
The pink bubbles floating in the depths of her memory and the original owner's joyful and arousing feelings all stunned Tao Wenwen.
Um?
The man you like?
Tao Wenwen held her head and tried hard to see the man's face, but strangely, she just couldn't see it clearly. When she tried harder, the picture faded away, and finally it was frozen at the scene of the original owner looking at the man's back from afar.
Without the chaotic memories, Tao Wenwen finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She sat on the path, her face pale because of this memory. Maybe it was because of the original owner's memory, but Tao Wenwen felt heavy at the moment.
Before, it was because of the original owner's memory that she couldn't help but want to get close to Wang Xiaomin. She hated those people in the village who treated the original owner badly, just like the original owner did.
There is also the matter of Shi Qingyuan.
To be honest, the original owner didn't really hate Shi Qingyuan. It was just because Xu Cuimei, Xu Cuilan and Ma Chunxia deliberately found her and whispered bad things about Shi Qingyuan and Wang Xiaomin in her ears.
It was said that once Wang Xiaomin and Shi Qingyuan got married, they would immediately abandon the original owner. The original owner was afraid of being abandoned, so she decided to jump into the river.
The original owner couldn't have died so easily in such a shallow river. In the memories that just came to mind, Tao Wenwen discovered that what really caused the original owner's death was that his head hit the rocks at the bottom of the river after he jumped into the river. This was the fatal injury!
However, the original owner's memory was not as simple as Tao Wenwen thought.
It is also filled with happy memories, such as this mysterious man whose face can’t be seen!
The original owner didn't really hate Shi Qingyuan. It could even be said that she liked Shi Qingyuan. Among so many people around her who treated her badly, Shi Qingyuan took care of her in every possible way.
It's just that she is too bad at expressing herself and too timid.
A big part of this sacrifice was suggested by Xu Cuimei, Xu Cuilan and Ma Chunxia!
Tao Wenwen hadn't recovered from her newfound memories yet. When she finally regained consciousness, she realized she had been crying since she hadn't known when...
Crying?
How could she cry?
Tao Wenwen wiped the corners of her eyes in disbelief, and there were indeed tears on her fingers.
It turns out he's still a sentimental child...
Tao Wenwen thought about it, picked up the basket again, got up from the ground and continued walking back.
This time the medicine will not be boiled directly. Only three kinds were found just now. The first kind of medicine that Zhang Kongming found is needed less, and the rest of the medicines are still far from enough.
So Tao Wenwen planned to dry the medicine he found and keep it for future use.
When she returned home with the basket, Zhang Kongming was already standing at the gate of the Tao family's courtyard. Seeing him standing there stupidly with an uneasy and anxious look on his face, he must have been standing there for quite some time.
Tao Wenwen glanced at him, and Zhang Kongming immediately lowered his head guiltily.
This man is also a fool. It was such a small matter that he was scared and ran away. Fortunately, there was no big snake on the hill, otherwise, how could she really expect such a man to save her?
She might not think so.
Tao Wenwen collected her thoughts, took out the key, opened the door, and put the basket in the yard. Seeing Zhang Kongming still standing outside stupidly, she called out to him and said, "Why are you still standing there? Come in."
Zhang Kongming then carried the herbs into the yard and put them aside. Seeing Tao Wenwen's look, he still felt a little embarrassed. After hesitating for a long time, he took a deep breath and asked, "How's your head?"
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