"People will get sick when they are old, and they will get sick when they are born, old, sick and dead. Who will have such an accident? In a blink of an eye, you will grow up so old, and your father and mother are old." The mother said with emotion and a little sad.

"Mother! Don't say that, you and your father are not old at all. Che'er will always be with you." Ling Junche touched the white hair on his mother's temples with some pain. The mother who used to carry her on her back can no longer carry her back. Before he knew it, he had already been one head taller than his mother and grew into a beautiful young man.

"Let's go, don't let your father wait too long, the food should be cold." My mother walked towards the dining room with her arms around.

After dinner, Ling Junche returned to his room to read books. He had passed the provincial examination and the imperial examination and planned to set out in Beijing in three days to participate in the last round of palace examinations of this year's imperial examination.

Late at night, the room was dark, and the wind blew by, and only the faint candle shadow shaking. Ling Junche grabbed Shu and lay on the desk and fell asleep. He had a very strange dream. For some reason, he dreamed that a small white figure was running in front of him. The figure suddenly stopped and turned around. A pair of light-colored eyes as crystal clear as glass hit his eyes. He felt that these eyes were very familiar, but he could not remember them.

The next morning, Ling Junche woke up amid the sound of birds singing outside the window. He looked at the messy desk and sneered. He actually slept on his knees all night last night, no wonder he felt a little chill. Then, he remembered the bizarre dream last night, with a little confused expression. Who was that figure?

A few days later, Ling Junche packed up his box and set out to Beijing for the exam. His father and mother gave him every detail in his ears. He agreed no matter what, and after comforting his parents, he left this quiet little village.

After a few days of travel, one day when I walked to a temple, the sky was covered with dark clouds and strong winds, and it seemed that the next heavy rain was about to come. Ling Junche sighed helplessly. It seemed that he could only stay here for a night and wait for the rain to pass.

He quickly walked into the temple, shouted a few times, but no one answered. He looked at the dilapidated temple, which must have been abandoned. Well, staying in the uninhabited temple for one night saved the cost of accommodation, just to borrow a piece of tiles from the Buddha to hide the rain. It was raining heavily outside at night, and the temperature was a little low, and Ling Junche was not sleeping very peacefully. He felt rain dripping down on one side of his side, and turned over to continue sleeping, but felt that there seemed to be a huge shadow covering it.

When he opened his eyes, he was so scared that he was scattered. He saw a huge monster with a weird and ugly appearance standing in front of him, looking down at him coldly. He was about to get up and run away, but the monster took a step faster, grabbed his neck and lifted him up without any effort. He immediately had difficulty breathing.

The next second, the scary monster suddenly leaned his face in front of Ling Junche, and then sucked deeply. He felt something running wildly in his body. He felt his head hurt as if it exploded, but the monster looked satisfied. His body was a little cold, his consciousness gradually blurred, and then his eyelids were heavy and he fainted.

The next morning, the heavy rain that had been raining all night finally stopped. Ling Junche woke up and knocked on the painful head hard. What's wrong with him? Why did he feel so painful when he fell asleep? Could it be that he caught a cold at night?

Just thinking about it, I accidentally saw something beside me

A white skirt looked up along the skirt and saw a beautiful and charming face. He was stunned for a moment. A beautiful woman was standing aside, looking at him with a smile.

It was an unforgettable face, with a fair skin like jade and fat, and her clear eyes, like glass, had a charm. Her delicate nose looked very well-behaved, and her rosy lips were like the charming flowers on the other side, making people want to have a lovely love.

Although this face was a bit unreal, she was just wearing a plain gauze dress, as if no matter how gorgeous the clothes were worn on her, it would be as if it would be eclipsed.

"You are..." Ling Junche asked hesitantly.

"Don't you remember me?" The woman chuckled, her voice as pleasant as a silver bell.

"Who am I? Why is it here?" Ling Junche pointed at himself and asked with difficulty.

A trace of surprise flashed on the woman's face, but she hid it in a moment. Her beautiful eyes turned agilely, thought for a while, and then she smiled again.

"My name is Bai Qian. You are my husband, named Ling Junche. We have been married for a long time and are very loving. A few days ago, you forgot everything after you fell seriously ill. Yesterday, you ran out of the house and didn't know that you were going home. Husband, you made me very worried." Bai Qian gently pulled his hand and pressed it on his face, and said with a worried look on his face.

Ling Junche was stunned. He was married to her? But why did he have no memory in his mind and could not remember anything? He thought about it carefully, trying to find a trace of evidence to prove his identity, but he never thought that his head suddenly felt severely painful, as if he was chopping down with an axe, and he hugged his head in pain.

"Jun Che!" Bai Qian suddenly panicked. She held his face and saw him sweating coldly, with a pale face, "What's wrong with you? Don't scare me?!"

"It hurts! The headache! I can't remember anything, but it hurts when I think about it..." Ling Junche's body trembled a little, his handsome face was bleak, and his originally rosy lips were dyed with a layer of frost.

Bai Qian hugged Ling Junche, buried his head on the side of his neck, and said with a distressed feeling: "Then don't think about it, it doesn't matter if I can't remember it. I will accompany you and I will take you home."

Bai Qian helped him stand up, took his box and walked out of the ruined temple. She took him to a bamboo forest, which was in a quiet place, very quiet, with only the sound of birds and the rustling sound of leaves shaking when the wind blew past, and no other figure appeared.

After walking a while, an exquisite wooden house appeared in front of the bamboo forest. Although the wooden house was small, it was complete. All the furniture inside were available, including books, beds, cabinets, and dining tables, and it was brand new.

Bai Qian helped Ling Junche to sit down by the bed, helped him take off his shoes, socks and outer robe, removed his hair crown and let his long hair fall off like ink, and then let him lie down and rest.

"Husband, please have a safe sleep. I'll go find the doctor to get medicine and come back soon." Bai Qian gently pushed away the messy hair on his ears, then bent down and gently printed a kiss on his forehead.

Ling Junche's body suddenly became stiff and he didn't dare to move. Although he had accepted that the two were husband and wife, the dialogue was still

Feeling very strange.

Bai Qian noticed Ling Junche's strangeness, widened the distance between him, chuckled, then called "fool" softly, and got up and went out. She was still too anxious, so don't scare him.

Although seeing Ling Junche again was like a dream for her, and she kept him by her side and fulfilled the dream she had been thinking about day and night, Bai Qian was very worried about now. She couldn't find out what was causing it for the time being, so she had to go to the doctor's place to get some medicine to nourish his body.

Bai Qian walked forward for a while and looked back. After feeling that she could no longer see the wooden house, she pinched her hands and recited a spell in her mouth. In an instant, thick white smoke filled her body. Bai Yan quickly swallowed her figure. After a while, the smoke dissipated, and the pretty figure originally standing in Bai Yan disappeared, leaving only a strange faint fragrance.

Bai Qian, who was originally in the bamboo forest, suddenly appeared in a small alley in the city five or six miles away from the bamboo forest. She brushed her sleeves and changed her face, which would make no one look at her even if she threw it into the crowd. Then she walked out of the alley with satisfaction and came to a clinic.

She told the doctor that her husband had a headache and asked the doctor to prescribe some mild medicine to nourish his body. After taking the medicine, she walked out of the clinic and accidentally saw white and fat steamed buns selling on the street, which were still in the shape of a cute rabbit. She was stunned for a moment as if she remembered something, and then chuckled gently.

She walked to the steamed bun stall and the old man immediately greeted her enthusiastically: "Girl, buy some steamed buns. The freshly baked steamed buns are still in the shape of a rabbit. They are beautiful and delicious! Children love to eat the most, you can buy them back to coax the child."

Bai Qian covered her mouth and smiled, then said happily: "I won't coax the child, I will coax my husband."

The old man also grinned: "It's also good to coax my husband, I'll be happy and come and buy it next time!"

Bai Qian asked for two little rabbit buns, and then returned to the bamboo forest hut with a bunch of things in satisfaction. When he pushed open the door, Ling Junche was leaning against the bed and looking at the book. It was left for Bai Qian before leaving. Hearing the sound of pushing the door, Ling Junche looked over immediately, and then smiled at Bai Qian, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Bai Qian first put a few bags of medicine on the table, then walked over with a paper bag, sat by the bed and opened the oil paper. Two little white rabbits obediently held it in her hand, and then a smell of food suddenly filled the room.

"Husband, do you still remember that when I was sick, you fed me steamed buns, and I still remember the taste." Bai Qian said softly, then carefully broke the steamed buns into small petals and feed them to Ling Junche's mouth.

Ling Junche was moved immediately, and the feeling of strangeness and alienation that he had originally met Bai Qian disappeared in an instant.

He whispered: "I can't remember all the past, but you can tell me one by one."

"Okay, it doesn't matter if you can't remember the past. We still have many days to live together in the future." Bai Qian gently held his hand, looking at him with clear eyes and tenderness.

She thought selfishly that it would be great if he never remembered everything before, and then they could have a good, long life together.
Chapter completed!