Even though it was burned to charred, I still recognized him from that unique face.

This face is so impressive that it is hard to forget just by taking a look.

I asked my servants to take her back to the village and let her take good care of her. I would visit him every day.

Unfortunately, he kept his eyes closed, as if he could never wake up.

Even breathing is shallow. The doctor said that he was injured too seriously and that if he couldn't wake up within three days, he would definitely not be able to survive.

My heart sank. Looking at the sleeping figure on the bed, I didn't give up. I always felt that a person like him would not disappear so quietly.

But I can no longer treat him as a god.

How could the gods and immortals be so miserable?

A few days later, the dark scabs on his body fell off, and new skin grew and rejuvenated.

The doctors found it incredible and were greatly shocked.

After half a month of sleep, he miraculously woke up, and after waking up, he recovered faster.

But when I woke up, I didn't say anything. When I went to see him, he just stared at me, as if he didn't know me.

I asked him how he became like this, and he shook his head.

Whatever I ask, I don’t know.

He remembered nothing, not even his own name.

This made me difficult. I would have left after he got better, but now he has nowhere to go. I sent a letter to my father and asked him to stay in the village for the time being.

Biezhuang is a small county town a hundred miles away from the capital. The people are simple and simple. No one except the people in the village know my identity and there is no need to figure out what outsiders think.

I am happy.

This fairy-like figure has become a landscape in Neizhuang.

He likes reading, but he has no memory and cannot read. I volunteered to teach him to read.

He is extremely intelligent, learns quickly, and writes well.

He also likes to learn to brew wine with people from other villages.

There is a peach forest in the village. When the peach blossoms bloom, he brewed a jar of wine and buried it under the peach blossom tree.

It is said that it will be the spring of the next year, and then dig it out again.

He loves cleaning very much, and he doesn't have any dirty body, but he likes white clothes that are prone to dirt.

The fabric of the clothes must be elegant and not hurt the skin. Not only the body is worn, but also the quilt on the bed should be as soft as smoke, and the food and clothing consumption should be too picky in all aspects.

Against him, I felt that my grandma lived a bit rougher.

If my father hadn't had money, he wouldn't have enough money to support him.

After he changed into ten white clothes a day and several embroiderers, I could no longer bear it and felt that I could not continue like this.

He sensed my mood sensitively.

"Do you dislike me?"

I stared at him.

He looked sad: "You still want to drive me away?"

I:??%#

After holding it in for a long time, I looked at him seriously: "I can't afford to support you anymore. Besides, I am the only master in the village. If a man or a woman is not allowed to get along, my mother will be worried when she knows."

He thought something and left the village early the next morning.

When I learned about it, my heart was hollow and I regretted saying those words.

In fact, if you save some flowers, you can still raise them.

At night, he suddenly came back.

At that moment, I was so happy.

He handed me a heavy purse: "This is the money I earn today. If it is not enough, I will make it tomorrow."

"Enough is enough."
Chapter completed!