"There's no reason to detain someone by force. You and Liu Guiyuan are strangers. Even if you saved him, you can't force him to stay and not reunite with his family. It's useless for you to stop me. I must bring Liu Guiyuan back."
Zhao Luochuan was a little annoyed by her attitude of not wanting to back down. He hated arguing with others the most. It would be more satisfying to just get straight to the point.
After he finished speaking, he stood up and was about to leave, as if he was going to drag Liu Guiyuan onto the horse and force him back.
The peasant girl saw what he was planning. She slammed the basket of herbs in her hand, stood up, and said, "How dare you! If you want to take him back, I'll have to die."
These words sounded serious. Zhao Luochuan stopped and carefully observed the peasant girl's expression. Seeing that she didn't seem to be joking, his face instantly darkened, as cold as if it could freeze someone to death. "I see that you are a girl, so I won't bother with you. If you insist on stopping me, don't blame me for being rude!"
"Then give it a try." The peasant girl was also a little angry. She had dismissed the previous waves of people with a few words, but she didn't expect such a difficult character to come today. She had a bad feeling in her heart.
Just as the two were on the verge of a fight, Liu Guiyuan pushed open the door and walked in. He had heard much of their conversation, so he walked in, stood behind the peasant girl, and immediately refused: "My dear, I heard everything you just said. I really don't know that Liu Guiyuan. My name is Wen En."
He pointed at the peasant girl and said, "I am Wen Ling's fiancé. You are so rude to my future wife in my house. I am afraid it is not gentlemanly. Please go back and tell those who want to find Liu Guiyuan that I am really not him and don't bother me anymore."
"You don't remember anything from the past, so naturally you believe whatever others say. Just because she says she's your fiancée, you believe her? Don't you remember anything from the past at all? Liu Ji, do you still remember?"
Liu Guiyuan shook his head.
Seeing that he was still confused, Zhao Luochuan continued, "What about Cao'er? Or Li Shangcai? You don't know either of them?"
Liu Guiyuan seemed a little impatient with the question, but he shook his head and said, "I told you that you have the wrong person. I don't know any of these people. Please go back and don't come here again."
Wen Ling raised her head towards him with some pride, her whole body exuding a sense of "goodbye, I won't see you off". Zhao Luochuan clenched his fists, but he couldn't really get into a conflict with the girl. He snorted bitterly: "I hope you won't regret it later."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
As the clatter of horse hooves faded away, Liu Guiyuan lowered his head, lost in thought. Wen Ling leaned over and helped him sit on a chair, gently massaging his head. "What's wrong? Is your head hurting again?"
Liu Guiyuan closed his eyes, frowned, and slowly said, "I feel like I've forgotten a lot of things. I seem to have heard of those people he just mentioned somewhere before. Where are they?"
He shook his head, but couldn't get up. Instead, his head hurt more and more: "Cao'er, I remember it seemed like...hiss, it hurts."
"Alright, alright, if you can't remember, don't think about it. It must be because of those people disturbing you these past few days. They kept telling you about Liu Guiyuan. You might not have heard it somewhere, but just remember it. Your injury hasn't healed yet, so you can't think about it so hard, or you'll get a headache. Come on, let's go inside and I'll light some incense for you."
Wen Ling interrupted his reminiscence and gently helped him into the house and laid him down. She had studied medicine since childhood, and the calming incense sticks she made were very effective. Every time Liu Guiyuan inhaled them for a while, his headaches disappeared and he slept more soundly.
Accompanied by the familiar fragrance, Liu Guiyuan fell into a deep sleep on the bed. After his breathing became steady, Wen Ling quietly left the room with a gloomy expression.
None of the people who came in the previous groups were as talkative as this person today, saying everything. Wen Ling had heard these names for the first time, but there was one name that she was extremely familiar with.
Cao'er, that was the name she kept murmuring and calling out on the night she picked up Liu Guiyuan, even when he was seriously injured and unconscious.
At that time, Wen Ling thought that it was a piece of grass before he was injured, or it was evidence related to his injury, but he didn't expect that someone would be called Cao'er.
Even though she spoke decisively to Zhao Luochuan, Liu Guiyuan was now showing signs of recovering his memory. She was not sure how long it would take for Liu Guiyuan to remember everything. Perhaps it would only take a few days, or perhaps several months or years. How would she and Liu Guiyuan get along by then?
Will he still remember my care and companionship for so many days?
Wen Ling was worried. She glanced at the medicine jar beside her and added some medicine into it anyway. She didn't want Liu Guiyuan to recover his memory, but she wanted him to live well even more.
Zhao Luochuan rode back at full speed, and when he got home, he saw Yang Donghu staring outside and waiting at the gate of the yard.
"How is it? Did you see him?" Yang Donghu immediately went to greet him when he saw him coming back.
Zhao Luochuan rolled off his horse and quickly supported Yang Donghu. When he touched his cold hands, he couldn't help but scold him: "Why didn't you listen to me? I told you to wait in the room, but you insisted on coming out."
His tone wasn't particularly gentle, it was even a little harsh. Yang Donghu hadn't heard him get so angry at him in a long time, and it was hard for him to accept it for a moment: "What's wrong with you? I just wanted to wait for you. Don't be angry, I'm not cold."
Zhao Luochuan came back angrily and couldn't control his irritability. He regretted what he said the moment it came out of his mouth. When he saw Yang Donghu's aggrieved expression, he wanted to slap himself twice.
He took Yang Donghu's hand and blew on it twice, then rubbed it with his hands. His tone was full of self-blame: "I'm not angry. I was rude just now. Don't take it to heart. Let's go inside and talk."
Zhao Luochuan was so angry that his teeth itched when he mentioned the peasant girl, but Liu Guiyuan didn't remember anything and still sided with that person. He didn't understand how a girl could be so unreasonable.
After listening to the whole story, Yang Donghu's heart finally settled. It was worse than no news at all. Liu Guiyuan became Wen En and no one recognized him. If Cao'er knew about it, she would definitely not be able to bear the shock.
His face wrinkled into a ball, sighing and groaning, thinking of Cao'er's miserable fate, his eyes could not help but turn red. He was sentimental at that time, and such things made him sad just by hearing a few words, not to mention that this was a true experience that happened to his friend.
"This matter cannot be concealed. Sooner or later, Cao'er will know that Liu Guiyuan is still alive. It's hard to say when his amnesia will be cured. If it never gets better, will Cao'er be forced to wait for him for the rest of her life? No matter what, I should tell Cao'er the truth."
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