Author: Ju Gaogao

An Xiaoxiao gave the look to Master Jiang and told her not to worry, and asked her to leave first, then reached out and pulled a bench and sat in front of Dawu's bed.

She put her arms behind the chair, crossed her legs, raised her eyebrows and looked at Dawu carefully, and said condescendingly: "I am your aunt."

"Auntie?" Dawu no longer had the panic he had when he woke up. He relaxed his body and looked at An Xiaoxiao. Although he was in the lower position, his aura was more like a superior. He raised his eyes and looked at An Xiaoxiao, and said leisurely: "My son-in-law may be buried in some corner, why don't you go to find him?"

An Xiaoxiao did not respond, but stared at him silently. Dawu was not willing to be outdone and looked back. The two confronted each other for a long time, and An Xiaoxiao suddenly said, "Do you remember them all?"

"No." Dawu said bluntly, repeating the question he just woke up: "Who am I? Who are you?"

The woman in front of him had an ordinary face, but she had a pair of smart and bright eyes. Dawu's mind seemed to be filled with thick fog, and everything was gray and I couldn't remember. Only when he looked at these eyes, Dawu's empty heart wanted to have a trace of silk. He felt that his relationship with the woman in front of him was not simple.

"Your eyes are very beautiful." Dawu said without any brainstormingly, and he said with confidence: "This human skin mask is not worthy of your eyes."

An Xiaoxiao hugged her arms and raised her lips and smiled, but she didn't answer the words. She acted like lightning and quickly untied his acupoints.

Dawu didn't react, moved his body, plunged his hands behind his head, and found a comfortable position to continue lying on the bed. His eyes looked at An Xiaoxiao for a moment, with a slutty smell.

"Go back to the village tomorrow morning and set off at Mao hour. It will be out of date." An Xiaoxiao was not showing any weakness, and swept across Dawu with his eyes unrestrainedly, staring at the other party so that he coughed uncomfortably, then withdrew his gaze, threw down this sentence and turned away.

At the second hour of Mao, An Xiaoxiao leaned beside the carriage. She saw Dawu who was properly packed. She threw her bag away and went straight into the carriage, "Driving."

Dawu's muscle memory reacted faster than his head. Before he could react, his body instinctively took over the burden and consciously stepped onto the throne and became a coachman.

I am so unreliable? Dawu was shocked by his own traits.

The carriage was swaying all the way. Except for the occasional instructions, An Xiaoxiao made a reminder, the two of them were speechless during the rest of the time. When they finally arrived at their own medicinal materials shop, An Xiaoxiao jumped out of the carriage and crawled into the backyard of the inn without looking back.

"An...shopkeeper? This?" The young doctor stood at the door to greet him. His smiley face was as soon as he raised his face. He touched his nose and saw that Dawu was still standing there, he leaned forward warmly and said, "Brother Dawu, where have you been playing?"

Dawu looked at the young doctor, observed the inn, lifted his robe and walked in. The young doctor touched the wall twice, and went to find Jiang Chao with aggrieved look. The latter patted his shoulder comfortably, chuckled and shook his head.

After a few days, even Uncle An noticed the awkward atmosphere between the two. Finally, one day when he saw Dawu and An Xiaoxiao coming out of different rooms, his curiosity reached its peak and ran to bite his ears with Jiang Chao: "What's wrong with them?"

"Don't ask about the young couple." Jiang Chao shook his head mysteriously with an indescribable expression.

It was about to go to Mingde Court to pick up two young men and live. An Xiaoxiao considered the current atmosphere with Dawu, and was afraid of causing the two young men and was hesitating whether to postpone the two men and asked them to pick them up next month. Dawu took the initiative to find her: "Will you go to the academy to pick them up the next day?"

An Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows. Before she could speak, Dawu took out a notebook from her arms. He opened one of the pages and showed it to her: "I wrote it before."

The notepad as big as the palm of her hand was densely filled with words. An Xiaoxiao narrowed her eyes and could only vaguely recognize a few words. When she wanted to take a closer look, the notepad in front of her was closed with a snap. Dawu took the notebook back into his arms at the right time, "This is written by 'I', and there is no permission, so I won't peek."

Cut, who cares? An Xiaoxiao curled her mouth and turned around and left.

When they went to Mingdeyuan to pick up two young men, they met at the entrance of the inn while tacitly meeting. An Xiaoxiao went out and saw the carriage that had been parked long ago, and she got into the carriage without saying a word.

The two of them were speechless along the way. When An Xiaoxiao leaned against the inner wall in a daze, Dawu's voice came from outside: "Are you in a bad mood these days?"

Whatever you do. An Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes secretly, changed her head aside, and ignored him.

"I read what I wrote." Through the curtains, An Xiaoxiao couldn't see Dawu's expression clearly. She could only guess his current expression based on his hesitant tone. "I feel that Dawu must care about you very much."

"No matter how much you care, you forget it." An Xiaoxiao leaned against the wall of the car, motionless. She pulled the corner of her mouth, chuckled and asked as if she sighed, "You should have remembered other things now. For example, if you are not called Dawu, you shouldn't be just a small farmer in the village. Isn't it?"

Dawu drove the carriage smoothly and remained silent for a long time. When An Xiaoxiao thought he didn't want to answer again, she replied in a low voice.

"What's your name?" An Xiaoxiao flipped over and looked at Dawu Ying's shadowy back outside through the curtain, and said, "It's not too much to tell me your name?"

"Feng Nanjing." Dawu paused and said three words.

"Nanjing, Cangwu, is full of running momentum! A good name!" An Xiaoxiao smiled and praised sincerely. She stretched her waist, took out something from her arms and threw it out.

Something suddenly came from behind. Dawu subconsciously reached out and saw that it was a bag of broken silver, heavy. He pondered for a while, before he could speak, An Xiaoxiao's laziness sounded slowly: "When you send the two small ones back to Mingdeyuan, you will leave. These silvers will be regarded as the wages you have helped me with during this period."

"It's only so much, just make money by yourself if you think it's too small."

The palm of his hand holding the purse suddenly became hot. Dawu licked his dry lower lips and put the purse into his arms.

"Mom! Uncle Wu!" The two of them stood at the gate of Mingde Courtyard as promised. As soon as the gate opened, two small figures rushed out.

To be precise, An Shuyue rushed out, An Yuce followed behind him and said politely to Shutong, and walked over slowly.

"Uncle Dawu! Hug!" Everyone said that the girl would not follow her mother. An Shuyue, who had just pounced on An Xiaoxiao's arms for a while, saw Dawu standing next to her, and then she stretched out her short hand to hug her.

An Xiaoxiao frowned secretly, afraid that Dawu would not get used to it, so she was about to find an excuse to cross the topic, and saw Dawu take her with a smile and hug her in his arms. He pinched An Shuyue's nose and said, "How about it, are you still used to it in the academy?"

"Director Ying taught me how to use sleeve arrows!" An Shuyue raised her sleeves proudly and waved at Dawu. Her eyes turned on Dawu's face, and suddenly she exclaimed a question: "Uncle Dawu, why are you different?"
Chapter completed!