The correct way to open Chenyuan Lively and Fragrant

115 Amnesia

As soon as An Yichen entered the small courtyard of Lejia, he saw fragments of bottles and cans all over the floor, and the air was filled with the smell of various strong essences.

An Yichen understood, sighed and said, "Le Yan, didn't I tell you again and again, don't act too hastily? As long as you relax and rest for a few days, it will gradually get better. You have been struggling with the fact that your nose can't smell it. Above, it will only get worse!"

Le Yan looked at An Yichen with a sad face: "Brother An, I... I can't control myself... I don't know what's wrong, I'm panicked, confused... very disturbed..."

An Yichen showed a gentle smile: "Le Yan, it's because of the loss of part of your memory that you feel restless, restless, and homeless. This is normal, don't think too much about it."

Bai Songxian suppressed the worries in her heart, and then said with a smile: "Yes, Le Yan, listen to your elder brother, your illness is a heart disease, you should relax, when you think about it slowly, you will be fine."

An Yichen patted Le Yan on the shoulder: "Okay, don't stay at home, let's go for a walk to relax!"

"I don't want to go anywhere." Le Yan shook her head and shrank back into the chair.

"Stop digging into horns! I'm a doctor, you have to listen to me. Go!" An Yichen grabbed Le Yan's hand and lifted it up, forcing Le Yan to go out.

An Yichen and Bai Songxian took Le Yan along the peach blossom forest, trying to see if they could bring back some memories of Le Yan.The three of them chatted while walking, the cool breeze blew slowly, bringing the fragrance of peach blossoms, the sun shone on the path in the forest, warm but not hot, Le Yan was naturally positive and cheerful, and soon she was surrounded by the thriving vegetation around her. Infected by the posture, the mood gradually relaxed.

Going straight to the peach garden that I and my mother took good care of, looking at the entire piece of peach blossoms that are extremely vigorous and beautiful, there is a smile on my face.

Le Yan happily ran around the peach forest and exclaimed, "Mom! Our Four Seasons peaches are growing really well, better than ever! This year will definitely have a good harvest!"

Bai Songxian covered her mouth and smiled lightly: "This is all thanks to you!"

Le Yan: "Me?"

Bai Songxian nodded: "Before you were in Ning..." Bai Songxian suddenly felt that she had said something wrong, she was afraid that mentioning Ning Zhiyuan would cause Leyan's emotional instability, so she hurriedly changed the subject: "You have learned a lot from your master. Some practices have been applied to these peach blossoms, so they bloom better than in previous years!"

An Yichen knew that her mother had misunderstood, but she still couldn't confess to Bai Songxian about many things, and she didn't know how to explain it. In the end, Le Yan did leave in anger because of the quarrel with Ning Zhiyuan, so she couldn't say that she had nothing to do with Ning Zhiyuan...

"Master... oh! I... I don't have any impression..." Le Yan frowned lightly and thought about it, then turned her head and suddenly saw the burnt peach tree at the root, and said angrily, "This! How could it be burned like this? Who did the good thing!?" Then he was surprised and said, "Huh? But she still drives well...Xiao Tao, Xiao Tao, you are really amazing!"

An Yichen looked at Le Yan studying the peach tree full of memories of the three, his eyes became complicated. Looking at Le Yan's performance after waking up, it seemed that Le Yan had just forgotten the memories of the past six months... from the time he came to Demon King Ridge. memory…

Le Yan remembers Bai Songxian, the arrangement of things in the small courtyard of Lejia, the friends who picked flowers together, and where her peach blossom forest is, but she forgot An Yichen, Ning Zhiyuan, An Qiusheng, and Xiao Ya Keiko.

Le Yan finished stroking Xiaotao, thinking that this master must have taught her a lot to take care of the peach tree so well, but she completely forgot about this "master", it really should not be!I just don't know if the rose field is the same, maybe we can find some clues of memory.

Le Yan: "Mom, let's go see the rose field again!"

Bai Songxian hesitated: "Our roses..."

Le Yan: "What happened to our roses?"

An Yichen paid attention to Le Yan's expression: "Our rose field has been plagued by flower plague...you forgot even this?"

Le Yan held her forehead and tried hard to think: "I seem to remember something like that, but I still thought it was just a terrible nightmare..."

Bai Songxian: "This is not a dream anymore, it's all real! Now the flower plague is getting worse, not only the flowers are withered, but if it develops further down, even the branches and leaves will wither, and even the roots of the flowers will die !"

Le Yan was shocked: "Ah? How could this happen?"

Le Yan dragged the two of them to the rose field in a hurry, and was shocked by the yellow and withered rose bushes in front of them.Le Yan hurriedly approached to check, and looked through the roses from the flowers to the roots under the soil. One, two, and Le Yan sampled five or six roses with different degrees of withering to watch, and then stood up Shaking his head with disbelief on his face.

Le Yan: "I have been growing roses for so many years. I have seen roses get sick, downy mildew, and leaf spot, but I have never seen such a fierce plague. The flowers are as if scalded by boiling water, and the whole flower is withered. .And even the flower roots are dead..."

Le Yan: "It's a pity that my sense of smell is out of order now. I can't smell any changes in the smell of the roses? Otherwise, I should be able to easily find the cause of this flower plague."

An Yichen blurted out: "The flower plague virus did not occur naturally, but..."

Le Yan turned her head to stare at An Yichen wondering, "What is it?"

An Yichen: "It's nothing. Le Yan, your illness is just right, don't think so much! Just relax and recover from your illness!"

If there are some things that must be kept from Le Yan temporarily, wouldn't it be good for her to forget about these sad and disturbing things now?

An Yichen smiled like a spring breeze on his face: "It's getting late, let's go back! Le Yan, you will help your mother tonight, I haven't eaten the food made by my mother for a long time! But think about it!"

After finishing speaking, she embraced Bai Songxian's shoulder affectionately, and Bai Songxian's son who had lost and recovered after more than ten years acted like a baby to her, and her heart suddenly softened like a ball of cotton candy, and she immediately said good-bye: "Okay, okay, I'll go back and do it now, What do you want to eat? Mother will make it for you!"

Seeing An Yichen and his mother leaving intimately, Le Yan had no choice but to follow quickly, and finally looked worriedly at the withered rose field.

A graceful figure appeared on the edge of the dark and yellowish rose field, making the exquisitely tailored Western-style disguise on the man's body more vivid and bright, the eyebrows and eyes revealed from the veil, as delicate as a top-level masterpiece carved by a skilled craftsman .

The visitor stood quietly by the flower field, looking at the girl in the pink dress in the flower field, watching her concentrate on turning the soil and studying the withered roses seriously.

The girl raised her head and looked at the sky, as if she was trying to think about something, that side face was so pure, bright and clean...

Xiaoya Huizi couldn't help calling out: "Le Yan..."

The girl in the pink dress turned her head following the sound, her eyes were a little surprised, she seemed to be taken aback, she hurriedly stood up, but because she stood too hastily, her head became dizzy and her body shook a lot.

Xiaoya Huizi stepped forward to support the crumbling Leyan, worrying in her voice: "Leyan..."

Le Yan saw that the hand holding her was as white and delicate as white porcelain, while the hand she held with her was covered with mud, so she subconsciously withdrew her hand and patted the dirt behind her back, her face There was an embarrassing smile on her face: "Thank...thank you, um...this sister, who are you?"

Le Yan's sudden withdrawal of her hand and that unfamiliar smile made Xiaoya Huizi's heart ache, and the veil well covered Xiaoya Huizi's wry smile.

Xiaoya Huizi said cautiously: "Le Yan, have you...forgot about me?"

Le Yan said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I had a serious illness a few days ago and passed out for a long time with a high fever. After waking up, I forgot all the people I met and what happened in the past six months..."

Xiaoya Keiko tentatively said: "I am a perfumer from Japan, Xiaoya Keiko, and also your former sworn sister..."

Le Yan rolled her eyes and thought, suddenly her face brightened, and she said happily, "Oh, so it's Sister Huizi!"

Xiaoya Huizi was a little confused by Le Yan's reaction. If she didn't remember, how could she say that? If she remembered...how could she have such an expression?

Xiaoya Keiko: "Why...you remember?"

Le Yan shook her head: "After I recovered from the illness, my mother and my elder brother told me all the people and things I had forgotten, so I knew that there was a sister Keiko, but unfortunately I forgot what you look like..."

Le Yan lowered her head slightly, and said shyly, "Don't be angry with me, Sister Huizi!"

Xiaoya Huizi was stunned for a moment, and sighed in her heart: "It seems that Le Yan has really forgotten all the unhappy things in the past..."

A smile appeared in Xiaoya Huizi's eyes: "No, it's because of your illness."

Le Yan breathed a sigh of relief: "My elder brother said that although you are the daughter of the president of the Japanese Incense Association, you have never participated in all the affairs of the Incense Association. You are just like me, just a person who simply likes flowers and fragrances .”

Xiaoya Huizi was surprised: "Mr. Yichen really said that about me?"

Le Yan nodded fiercely: "Well, elder brother often mentions you in front of me. He said that I am very, very close to you! He also often praised you, saying how kind and beautiful you are..."

Xiaoya Keiko smiled with a complicated expression.

Le Yan suddenly lowered her voice and said apologetically, "Sister Huizi, your face... I'm sorry, I haven't developed an incense that can cure your illness."

Xiaoya Huizi was taken aback: "Why, do you still remember this incident?"

Le Yan nodded: "When the eldest brother told me about your situation, I remembered your illness. I still remember that I promised you that I would develop an incense that can cure your illness, but I have always I couldn't do it...now...my nose can't even smell the smell, and it's even more impossible to make that fragrance!"

Le Yan lowered her head, stroking a half-dried rose beside her with her fingers.

Xiaoya Huizi had a complicated expression and was shocked in her heart. Le Yan forgot so many important people and things, but she only remembered the promise to herself.Even though... the questioning and farewell under the wisteria flower, she clearly knew that she had trampled on her trust and her sincerity; obviously, because of her own schemes, she continued to suffer... She must be disappointed in herself... But, then Xiang, still sent it to him, after he almost killed the three of them...

Xiaoya Huizi's tears fell instantly, quickly soaking a large area of ​​the veil, and Le Yan's hand, which was stained with mud, lightly clenched on the edge of the skirt.

Le Yan raised her eyes to peek at Xiaoya Huizi's reaction, but bumped into her tear-filled eyes staring straight at herself, Le Yan panicked, and wanted to touch Xiaoya Huizi's shoulder to comfort her, but she met her Qian Qian realized that his hands were still covered with dirt, so he quickly withdrew his hands and said, "Sister Huizi! You... don't be sad, my elder brother said that my disease can be cured! It will be fine! Give me some time, and I will be fine." Think about it slowly, look, didn’t I remember your matter?”

Xiaoya Huizi's tears fell even more fiercely. Looking at Le Yan wiping her hands on both sides of her clothes in a daze, she knew that she just didn't want to get her hands dirty, and didn't want to get rid of her...

Her heart always remembers the matter of mixing fragrance for her... She still cherishes the relationship between herself and her...

Le Yan opened her big eyes like copper bells, her lips like peach petals were slightly parted, her face was full of astonishment, the fairy in Chinese clothes, who looked like ceramics, hugged herself deeply in her arms.

Xiaoya Huizi lost her voice: "It's not important! It doesn't matter if you can't remember! As long as you... as long as you..."