Regarding Wen Fengbai, Wen Nuan's impression has always been vague. I only remember that this uncle was very kind to her when she was a child. Every time Wen Fengqi wanted to hit her, he would stop her as long as he was at home.
Of course, this also led to a fight with Wen Fengqi.
Every time Wen Fengbai came back from the army, he would bring a lot of things to Nuan Nuan, sometimes it was clothes, and sometimes it was a little book.
The happiest time in Nuan Nuan's memory was when uncle Wen Fengbai came back.
Because he was at home, Wen Fengqi's temper could be restrained a little.
Unfortunately, the good times did not last long, and something happened to Wen Fengbai during a mission.
When the news came back, his beloved grandfather Wen Fuming had just passed away.
Under the double blow, Ms. Zhao's eyes became bitter, and Wen Nuan also fell into a serious illness. If she hadn't been strong-willed, it would have almost killed her.
Wang Huahua said she was the god of plague and an ominous person.
It is said that Wen Fuming and Wen Fengbai were both killed by her, and they were dedicated to killing people who were kind to her.
Because what hurts the most for these two people is warmth.
Since then, some people in the village looked at Wen Wen differently, and even many children stopped playing with her.
Of course, at that time, Wen Nuan had to cook and do housework, and had no time to play with them.
But who can tell her why she saw someone who looked very similar to Wen Fengbai at Zhao Qingyan's wedding?
"Grandma." Wen Nuan looked at Mrs. Zhao and saw that she was looking at the man standing next to the groom with tears in her eyes.
"Xiao Nuan, do you think... do you think they look alike?" Mrs. Zhao grabbed Nuan Nuan's hand in panic, "That person... is he..."
She didn't say the next words.
As if aware of the movement on their side, the man raised his eyes and glanced at Wen Nuan and Zhao, feeling a little confused.
But then he looked away again.
After waiting for a while, he turned to look at Wen Nuan and Zhao. In their expectant eyes, Wen Nuan saw what the man said to the groom.
Then, he walked towards them.
Nuan Nuan noticed that Zhao was getting more and more nervous, and even held her hand tighter and tighter.
And the man who looked exactly like Wen Fengbai was getting closer and closer to them.
He stood before them.
The man smiled faintly, "What difficulties did the old man encounter?"
Zhao's tears kept falling.
"Grandma." Wen Nuan hurriedly supported her and said apologetically to the man, "I'm sorry, my grandma may have been too excited thinking about some things in the past."
"Aunt Zhao," Su Ran also came over and asked Mrs. Zhao with concern, "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
"It's okay," Ms. Zhao glanced at the man again and shook her head in disappointment, "I... just take a rest and it'll be fine."
Then he said to Nuan Nuan, "Help grandma go to the bathroom."
She didn't want to stay here, because she was afraid that when she saw the man who looked like her son, she would burst into tears.
"What's wrong?" Seeing that he was still staring in the direction where Wen Nuan and Zhao were leaving, Su Ran couldn't help but ask her fiancé, "Why is your face so ugly?"
"I don't know," the man shook his head, "I just saw her sad and it made me feel a little uncomfortable."
It hurts as if something is pulling me.
"Did you remember something?" Su Ran asked.
The man shook his head.
"But I think I should go over and take a look." Finally, he said firmly.
Su Ran, "..."
"Please tell Jiancheng for me, I'll go over and take a look first." After he finished speaking to Su Ran, he hurriedly chased Nuan Nuan and Zhao before she could reply.
"Grandma, are you okay?" In the bathroom, Wen Nuan helped Zhao wash her face and asked worriedly.
"It's okay, I'm no longer useful as I get older," Ms. Zhao smiled, "I thought I had no tears left."
I cried my eyes out, but today I saw someone who looked very much like my son, and I shed tears again.
Isn’t it useless?
"No, grandma." Wen Nuan said, "That person is really similar."
Mrs. Zhao patted her hand to show that she knew.
"How about we wait until Sister Qingyan's wedding is over and we go find that comrade to find out more?" She continued, "How can there be people who look so similar in this world?"
"Grandma is fine." Mrs. Zhao shook her head.
Looking for it?
But what if it’s not?
But if I don’t look for it, I feel a little unwilling to give up.
Nuan Nuan helped Ms. Zhao slowly come out of the bathroom. After this incident, all the memories that the old lady had forgotten were brought up.
It seems that he has aged a lot in an instant.
Nuan Nuan looked a little distressed.
"It's all over. Grandma can hold on." She waved her hand.
But as soon as they walked out of the bathroom door, they saw the man who looked like a son walking towards them in a hurry.
When he saw her, the man stopped and suddenly seemed afraid to step forward.
"What's the matter with you?" Nuan Nuan asked.
"Oh, that's right. Just now, the old lady seemed to see that I was a little sad," the man thought for a while and replied, "I was a little worried, so I came here to have a look."
"Oh, thank you for your concern," Wen Nuan said, "You look a lot like one of our relatives."
"Is it really similar?" the man asked, "Can I ask where your relative is now? What is his name?"
"Why do you ask this?" Wen Nuan looked at the face that looked very similar to Wen Fengbai and said, "He is my father, but he has been dead for many years."
"Dad?" The man looked at her and frowned.
"Oh, I adopted him." Wen Nuan explained, "He was actually my second uncle, who died on a mission before we were married."
Sacrifice? That means death?
The man didn't know what was going on and was a little disappointed.
"I haven't asked you your last name yet?" Wen Nuan asked again.
"My name is Wen Chengyang," the man said, "but this name is not my real name. I only remember that my surname is Wen."
Just remember?
"you……"
"Chengyang." Just when Wen Nuan was about to ask him, he suddenly heard a woman calling him. Wen Chengyang turned his head and smiled softly, "Su Ran, I'm here."
"Aunt Zhao, Xiaonuan." Su Ran smiled and held the man's arm, "Stop chatting, Qingyan and the others are looking for you."
The man nodded and glanced apologetically at Nuan Nuan and Zhao.
Mrs. Zhao looked at his back with some disappointment.
"Wait." Nuan Nuan stopped him, "I'm afraid you can't leave."
"What's wrong?" Su Ran looked at Wen Nuan with a smile, "But did our Chengyang say anything inappropriate?"
"Aunt Zhao, Xiao Nuan, don't blame him. He is a stupid person and doesn't know how to speak."
"There is something very important that needs to be confirmed." Wen Nuan smiled lightly and looked at Su Ran for a day, then turned his attention to the man, "You said you only remember your surname is Wen, but unfortunately, our surname is also Wen.
"
"So, I would like to ask, have you ever experienced amnesia?"