"Brother Jiayan, would you like some water? You're a little thirsty after eating!"
An Wan, sitting by the bed, noticed that his complexion was much better than when he was sick.
The effects of this spiritual spring water are quite good.
Even just a single drop.
If we give him a little bit every day, will his illness be cured in the long run?
But what exactly is his illness? It's so serious.
It seems she needs to find an opportunity to properly understand his illness and the situation of the entire Lu family.
"Wanwan, Fourth Brother isn't thirsty." Lu Jiayan didn't want to trouble her, so he pretended not to be thirsty.
“Brother Jiayan, you are clearly thirsty. Your lips are a little dry. Don’t worry, I will carefully pour you water.”
An Wan jumped out of bed and quickly walked to the table not far away. She touched the thermos first and found that there wasn't much water, just enough for her to pick up with one hand.
"Little sister, let me pour it! I'm the older brother, I have to take good care of you." Lu Zhili ran over, but he was still a step too late.
An Wan had already poured half a glass of warm water, and turned back to him with a sweet smile: "Fifth Brother, I can do it. I want to take care of Brother Jiayan."
"Okay! Wanwan, be careful not to burn your hand, it will hurt a lot." He had been burned once before, and it hurt terribly.
The mother also said that the water used to scald him wasn't the kind that's just been boiled; if it were, it would hurt much, much more, and could even burn off his skin.
Although Lu Zhili verbally agreed, he kept his hands raised in mid-air, ready to catch the thermos she was lifting at any moment.
"Fifth Brother, don't worry. I do this kind of thing all the time and I'm very familiar with it. Besides, the water isn't very hot, so it won't burn me. Anyway, Fifth Brother, you can rest assured!"
While she was talking, she distracted him and quietly murmured "spiritual spring water".
The next second, a drop of water seeped from her fingertip and flowed down the rim of the cup into the cup.
Mixed with the half-glass of water, it was indistinguishable from the other half.
"Mmm." Lu Zhili didn't notice anything, and jumped back to sit on the bed to talk to Lu Jiayan.
An Wan slowly walked over with the glass in her hand. When she saw Lu Jiayan looking at her with a smile in his eyes, she felt a little nervous.
He probably figured something out!
Her movements were quick and discreet.
It should be fine, don't worry.
"Brother Jiayan, the water isn't hot anymore." An Wan smiled and held the glass up to him.
He didn't rush to take the cup, but quietly looked at her.
After she waited patiently for three seconds, he finally took the glass. "Thank you, Wanwan."
Then he slowly drank it all.
Why does this water taste a little sweet?
He actually found the water tasted quite good today.
The taste is clearly different from yesterday's, but we're drinking the same well water from home.
Although he sensed something was amiss, Lu Jiayan didn't think much of it or find it particularly interesting.
"Brother Jiayan, are you tired? If you're not tired, could you tell me about this country? I don't know much about it; I have no memory of it."
An Wan sat on the edge of the bed, looking at him pitifully.
I found a book on his bedside table, which happened to be a junior high school Chinese textbook.
Because she felt that this world was very similar to the China of the 1980s and 1990s in her memory, but there were still some differences.
"Sure, I'll tell you anything you want to ask, as long as I know the answer."
Lu Jiayan had heard from his mother that An Wan had suffered very serious trauma and developed amnesia.
How could he bear to refuse such a pitiful child?
Besides, he fell in love with her at first sight.
I felt a long-lost sense of familiarity and warmth towards her.
It felt like traveling through thousands of years and several eras.
An Wan noticed that Lu Jiayan's face became noticeably rosier after drinking the spiritual spring water.
So he answered every question she asked.
However, throughout this process, Lu Zhili kept boasting about his knowledge, which made her chuckle.
Because they were all talking about things in the village, such as which boy was still wetting the bed at ten years old, which child stepped in cow dung while walking, and which child stole money.
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