"Chang Yuan is finally willing to eat." Jiang Xixi looked at Chang Yuan who was raising rice bit by bit and said with relief.

"Taste is a very magical thing. Even if the memory is damaged by something, the memory of the taste will not disappear. Chang Yuan is used to the food made by Chunmei, and he may be able to find some memories he has forgotten from these commonly eaten dishes." Cheng Muyou said softly from the side.

"But if he really recalls everything, I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing for him."

"Even if the memory is cruel, you cannot forget it, otherwise he will have to spend the rest of his life in a daze." Cheng Muyou's tone became heavier.

Jiang Xixi felt that there was something in his words, but he didn't ask much, because Xun'er had finished eating. He turned around and blinked out the window. Jiang Xixi waved at him, and then walked out and gently brought the door with him.

"Dad, I'm so awesome. Chang Yuan is finally willing to eat. I told him, you said everything is going to happen, and he listened to me and ate two bowls of rice."

Cheng Muyou did not expose him, but instead touched his head with approval, "You have to continue working hard. If Chang Yuan is willing to speak one day, I will remember your first achievements."

Xun'er jumped up happily, and Cheng Muyou smiled dotingly, "Xixi, you are here to accompany them. I have something to do, so I'll go back to the study first."

Seeing that Cheng Mu had wandered far away, Jiang Xixi pulled Xun'er, who was holding her swinging, "I'm so happy. I didn't even see you happy after receiving the Master's New Year's money."

Xun'er slid off her body, tilted her head and said, "I haven't seen my grandfather."

"You went to Bianliang a few days ago, but didn't even treat your grandfather to you? The master has been in a state of discomfort recently and cannot go out. The sir should take you back home."

Xun'er shook her head, "This time I went to Bianliang, I lived in a hotel with my father and didn't go to my grandfather's house."

After saying that, he broke free from Jiang Xixi's arms and ran into the house to look for Chang Yuan. Jiang Xixi stood there alone: ​​The adult and Xun'er had already arrived in Bianliang, but they didn't go to see the master. What kind of morality is it? It's okay. It's not a good thing to do on weekdays. It was a few days ago. How could he not go to the house to take a look? Doesn't the master want to know if he has gone to Bianliang? How could it be possible? This distant relative is seriously ill, and the master must have known first. How could he not know that the adult has gone to Bianliang?

Thinking of this, she wanted to ask Xun'er to come over and ask the matter clearly, but just as she was about to speak, she sighed, "Forget it, I have been with the adult for so many years, but I still can't understand his thoughts. Since that's the case, I simply let go. Adults have their own reasons for doing things. It would be nice if I could manage my own acre of three-point land."

"I haven't found anyone?" Cheng Muyou looked at Shi Jin.

"No, as the adults said, we divided into several directions in various directions when we left the city, but after three days of walking, we still couldn't find the old man Tian."

Cheng Muyou touched his chin, "How is that possible? He is an old man and is pushing a cart. Three days is enough for you to catch up with him. How could he not even see a figure? Could it be that he had put his wings on and flew? Didn't he look carefully along the way?"

Shi Jin clasped his fists, "It was because his subordinates were negligent in their work. He sent someone to find him again. This time he would find the old man Tian."

After saying that, he strode towards the door, and Cheng Muyou stopped him behind him, "Wait, don't let it go in the city. If he didn't leave the city, wouldn't you just get water from the bamboo basket?"

Shi Jin grabbed his head, "Didn't leave the city? Then where would he go, and why should he hide?"

***

When Hong Yu pushed open the wooden door in the west wing, he smelled a burnt smell first. Aunt Wu, beside him, shrank and hid to the side, "Miss, do you really want to go in?"

Hongyu blocked his nose with a handkerchief, "I've come here, how can I not come in? The lady is still waiting for me to reply." She said tough, but she stretched out her hand to push Aunt Wu into the door first. When she heard nothing inside, she raised her foot and stepped into the threshold.

Tingfang's body was thrown to the ground casually, and the straw mat had already scattered. She just lay on the ground, in the shape of a "big" character. Her hair was burned out, and her entire head was a black ball of flesh, which made people unbearable to look at it.

Aunt Wu hid in the corner, covering her palm with her side face, and even the light of her eyes didn't want to fall on Tingfang. "Girl, look, she is just the same as what I said, her head was burned so hard that she couldn't recognize her. Why did you insist that I come here to do?"

Hong Yu asked her to come together to boost her courage, but now seeing her appearance, she could only curse the trash in her heart, walk to Tingfang's body, and slowly squatted down. Her eyes fell on Tingfang's neck. Although it was smoked and black, there was no trace of being strangled. Looking up, although the head was burned and flesh was blooming, there were no particularly obvious scars.

But she didn't give up until she saw her face, so she shouted to Aunt Wu, "Let you come and help me, you are watching like a master, come over and help me straighten her body."

Aunt Wu walked over reluctantly, turned his face away, and held Tingfang's waist with both hands and suddenly lifted it up. The body was "bumpy" and slammed heavily on the ground, bringing a burst of dust. Hongyu coughed a few times because of choking. Just as he was about to check Tingfang's front, he heard Aunt Wu screaming and crawling out the house.

Hongyu was so scared by her that she followed her to the outside of the house. When she got outside, she grabbed Aunt Wu's clothes, "What's wrong? What did you see?"

Aunt Wu's voice was so trembling that it almost couldn't connect, "Tingfang...she...she didn't close her eyes, she died with her eyes closed..."

Hong Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly looked at the back of her head, "I thought something was wrong. I almost got scared by you. There were too many dead people who didn't close their eyes. You have lived for half your life, so why are you so brave?"

After saying that, she grabbed Aunt Wu and walked back into the west wing. However, after seeing Tingfang's body, Hong Yu's breath that had just soothed was once again stuck in his throat, and he could not get up or down.

Tingfang's face was facing her, her eyes were slightly open, revealing half of the whites, and her eyes looked particularly weird against the burnt skin. Her arms were curled up on her chest, her fingers were bent, like chicken claws, and her ten fingers were facing her, as if she was telling her something.

"She was scared to death, she was scared to death."

Aunt Wu grabbed Hongyu's hand and screamed behind her.
Chapter completed!