Xiao Yu slowly opened his eyes, as if there was a misty curtain, and a woman who was half-bent and waisted and covered with a towel was standing in front of her bed.

This is where?

Xiao Yu’s palm pressed against the bed, and wanted to sit up, her head suddenly dizzy, her arms weak and weak, and the woman helped her in time, took a thick pillow and let her sit on the bed.

"Child, are you awake?"

Xiao Yu gradually became clear in front of her eyes and saw the eyes of the woman concerned. Her pupils were confused.

"Who are you? How can I be here?"

The woman is about forty years old, and a pair of rough hands is obviously caused by farming all the year round.

However, Xiao Yu can be sure that she does not know this woman, sweeping around, all the thick wood furniture, the smell of a farmhouse, clean and refreshing, but also comfortable.

The woman suddenly burst into tears: "Children, don't you even know the mother? My poor child, you fell into the river pond of Xicun, almost drowned, and finally saved you from the ghost gate. How can you take you? Mother forgot?"

Xiao Yu: "..."

The woman cried tearing heart, the rough hands holding Xiao Xiao’s face, looking at the scar on her forehead, the woman continued to cry and said: “My poor child must have been hit by the stone in the river pond. Your head, you don't remember the mother, then I will ask the doctor to help you."

The woman cried and walked out of the door, and Xiao Yu returned from the temptation.

She licked the painful temple, the dim brain, and the memory became blurred. Except for the word "兮儿", she couldn't remember anything that happened, as if someone had erased her memory.

But Xiao Yu’s inexplicable ambiguity, this strange woman, is not her mother.

About half an hour later, the woman came back, followed by a young doctor carrying a medicine box.

"Yao Dafu, look at my child, is she being ruined? I even forgot her."

The woman's temper was very anxious. When she said it, she blinked her eyes and tears came out silently. She did not cry loudly, but raised her back and wiped the tears from her face.

Xiao Yu looked at the woman, the look of concern and nervousness was not fake, and the woman was really worried about Xiao Yu.

In this scene, whoever sees it will be moved, thinking that Xiao Yu is the woman's biological daughter.

"Song aunt, don't worry, I will give her a diagnosis."

Yao Wei put down the medicine box on his back and refused to wipe the sweat from the forehead. He said to Xiao Xiao: "Song, can you put your hand out?"

Yao Wei grew white and was steamed by the sun outside. The white face was like the first-fruited peach. The white was red. When he saw Xiao Yu’s outstretched wrist, he said “offended”, finger Just put on her pulse.

Xiao Yu smiled slightly. He is a doctor. He is a doctor, and he can help the wounded. What is offensive and not offensive?

"Yao Dafu, my daughter's head hurts, what is the use of your diagnosis? You can help her see the head!" Song Auntie saw Yao Yao not rushing to Xiao Xiao's diagnosis, simply stepped forward and gently The blue silk in front of Xiao Yu’s forehead reveals a small scar.

"Song Auntie, Yao knows that Song girl has hurt her head." Yao Wei is the best doctor in this village. He is very happy when he sees the doctor, and the voice is cold.

"Mother, don't worry, I'm fine." Xiao Yu comforted the Song Auntie.

Song Auntie stunned and looked at the smile on Xiao Xiao’s face. She suddenly realized that her behavior was inappropriate. Yao’s kid was a doctor who was famous in the village as “not good to talk,” especially when he was visiting. Asking you, if you say more than one word, he will turn his face.

Song Auntie took back her hand and lost her smile: "Yao Dafu, I have worked hard, I am going out now, I am going out..."

When Song Auntie went out, she looked at Xiao Yu and looked at the eyes of loving kindness. It was like a warm current flowing into Xiao Yu’s heart.

Only Yao Wei and Xiao Yu are left in the room.

Yao Wei took the pulse for Xiao Yu, and carefully examined the scar on her forehead, and the eyebrows were screwed up.

Xiao Yu blinked, didn't speak, and seemed to wait for Yao to speak.

After a while.

"Song girl, your body has nothing to do, rest for a few days to recover, just... your memory is smashed by a strong spiritual power, and in a short time, you can't get together." Yao Wei puts the result I told Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu was a little surprised, and the memory was broken up by the spiritual power? She does not understand, what is this spiritual power?

“How long can I recover my memory?”

"It's hard to say, maybe a few years, maybe a dozen years, maybe it won't be able to condense for a lifetime, but maybe there is a way to help you condense memories..."

When Yao Yao’s words were not finished, the wooden door was pushed open. Song Auntie came in, red eyes, and yelled at the door: “I lost my memory? No wonder you don’t even remember your mother, I am poor... ..."

Song Auntie rushed to the bed, holding Xiao Yu to continue to scream and cry.

Yao Wei glanced at Song Auntie, shook his head, picked up the medicine box, and did not even have to pay for the consultation. He couldn’t stand it.

......

In the blink of an eye, seven or eight days have passed. Xiao Yu’s body is also good. She can also help Song Auntie to do something she can, but every time Xiao Yu wants to help Song Auntie, Song Aunt will stop Xiao Yu and say that she is physically Just, you can't sweep the floor, you can't wash your clothes, you can't even wipe the table.

Song Auntie's old couple lived on crops. The days passed were not poor, but they were also very tight. They just never lost Xiao Xiao's diet. Three meals a day must be given to Xiao Xiao.

In the evening, Song Auntie came back from the cornfield and smashed two baskets of corn. She said to Song Pingyong, who is chopping firewood: "Old Song, you will take these two baskets of corn to the holy capital and sell them tomorrow, and exchange for the old hens. Give our daughters a supplement."

Song Pingyong’s dark face grinned: “Well!”

Xiao Yu stood at the door and saw Song Auntie put down two large baskets of corn, licking her aching arm and cooking again. She hurried away.

"Mother, I will cook for you! You see your tired arm hurts."

"No, mother is not tired, hey, you are good, you can't do these things, you can do it."

"Mother..."

Xiao Yu still wants to say something, Song Auntie interrupted her, lovingly said with a smile: "Mother is such a baby daughter, how can you let me do this? You go back to the room and sit, the mother will soon do well. Rice, today, I will cook for you, and I will buy the old hen tomorrow, and the old hen soup will be for you."

As the sun sets, the fascination of the sunset glows on the face of Song Auntie's kindness, which is the great glory of the mother's selflessness.

Xiao Yu does not know what to say? I can only watch Song Auntie walk into the kitchen. After a while, I smoked the smoke, and the scent of the oil pan and the smell of rice.

After dinner, Xiao Yu returned to the room and thought that Yao Yao had not finished, she decided to go to Yao Yao tomorrow to ask.

Another room.

Song Auntie and Song Pingyong sat on the bed, Song Pingyong frowned and sighed.

"Wife, it’s not a problem for you to look at her like this. When she was unconscious, the son who sent her came and said that she would come back after a month, and her nephew would still leave. She wants to know. We lied to her like this, only when she would hate us."

"Yao Yao said that the child lost his memory. The son came, and the child wouldn't know him. I killed my niece in a bite. He also took the slut. Lao Song, I can warn you, you dare Tell me in front of my nephew, I won't spare you, you remember to me, now my nephew is our niece, whoever wants to take my niece, I will fight with him."

"Wife, are you not doing anything to do this? You are not our biological prostitute after all..."

"I don't care, for so many years, we haven't been able to give birth to a child. We watched the dolls of other people grow up day by day, become big and small, become pretty girls. Have you ever thought about my feelings? I also want to I want a child, I also want to hear the child call me a mother, my nephew is the niece that God gave us. Lao Song, have you heard it? She calls my mother every day, shouting you, you have the heart to put such a good one. Who is the prostitute?"

Song Pingyong saw the red eyes of Song Auntie's fierce eyes. He also followed his red eyes. It was useless. He had not been able to give her a child for so many years. He always knew that she wanted a child every time. Seeing the children of the family, Song Aunt's eyes are both envious and lonely.

The arrival of Xiao Yu is undoubtedly filling the desire of Song Auntie for her children...

......

The next morning, Song Pingyong went to the Holy Land to sell corn, and Song Auntie went to the cropland.

Xiao Yu got up and pushed open the door, and the fresh air outside came to her face. She was refreshed.

Xiao Yu doesn't know where Yao Yao lives?

But Yao Wei is the doctor in this village. He only needs to ask a villager to ask. It is not difficult to know Yao’s residence.

When Xiao Yu found Yao Yao, he had already dried herbs in the yard, and he wore a blue cloth robes, his fingers were clean and white, and he was meticulous in doing things.

"Song girl, how come you? Where is it uncomfortable?"

When Yao Wei did not diagnose the pulse, he was fairly approachable. But everyone who is familiar with Yao Wei knows that he is not only looking for a doctor, but he does not care about anything else. Even if he talks with you more, he feels that it is a waste of words.

Xiao Yu walked into the yard, and the air was the fragrance of the herbs: "The last time Yao Dafu said that there is a way to help me recover my memory, I want to know what?"

Yao Wei put the last bit of the herb in the bamboo sieve, took the puff from the sleeve and wiped his hand and walked toward Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu stared at Yao's hand-washing action, and it looked a bit fascinating. It seems that there were also a pair of jade-white fingers that were clean, and they should be cleaned with a clean puff.

"Lingshi." Yao said.

Xiao Yu returned to God, lifted her cockroaches, and looked at Yao Wei, who had already walked up to her. When she asked where there was a Lingshi, a crisp voice came.

"Don't dream, the Song family is so poor, even if you don't have the money to buy fish and meat, how can you afford to buy the Lingshi? Lingshi is the treasure that the nobles can buy, and the Song family can't afford it for a lifetime. ”

Bai Lian came in with a glamorous look. He looked at Xiao Xiao with a friendly look. His heart was dark, and this shameless, poor-looking girl stared at her fiance's hand.

Too bad.