Even the devil will cry after losing his memory

When Yan Liang opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the veil on the top of the bed, and then he heard the movement and looked sideways, only to find that there was a person standing not far from the bed.

Seen from the back, the man is tall and tall, wearing an ordinary blue robe, and his long hair is tied with a wooden hairpin. His body exudes a sense of simplicity, like a pine tree with strong branches and leaves in the winter snow.

It was a smell that made him feel very comfortable.

For some reason, Yan Liang felt a natural intimacy with this man, and wanted to get close to him for no reason.

He sat up from the bed and stared blankly at that figure's back. Before he could speak or approach, the person in the room turned around to him.

The man was holding a handkerchief that had just been soaked in water, and he lifted his cuff slightly, as if he had just washed the handkerchief, and was about to put it on Yanliang's forehead at this time.However, turning around at this time, he found that Yan Liang had woken up, the movement of the man's hands stopped, and without warning, he and Yan Liang looked at each other instantly.

The man's appearance did not disappoint Yanliang.He is very good-looking, the thickness of the eyebrows, the angle of the eyes, and even the shape of the lips are what Yan Liang likes.

Yan Liang was delighted to see him, and couldn't help staring at him for a while longer.

And at the same time he was looking at the other person, the eyes of the person opposite were obviously darkened, as if he was worried about something, then put away the handkerchief in his hand, and took half a step forward with his right foot, although he seemed to be still calm, but inadvertently However, he made a guarded gesture.

Yan Liang blinked, looked at him incomprehensibly, and asked softly, "What's your name?"

The person on the opposite side was obviously stunned for a moment, the waves in his eyes were like pools of water scattered by the autumn wind in an instant, he looked at Yan Liang silently for a long time, until Yan Liang stretched out his hand in front of his eyes curiously, then he lowered his voice Qianqian asked Yan Liang: "So you don't remember your own name, do you?"

Yan Liang nodded honestly.

The person on the opposite side was silent again, Yan Liang looked at his expressionless expression, flustered in his heart, he got up and said, "Why didn't you say..."

"Yanliang."

Yan Liang paused and looked at him with some puzzlement.

The voice of the person on the opposite side gradually softened, and repeated in a low voice: "Yan Liang, your name."

Yan Liang read it carefully several times, and gradually seemed to sense some familiarity from it. He was satisfied with his name, but he cared more about the identity of the person in front of him: "What about you? Who are you?"

The man smiled warmly. After waking up from Yanliang, he seemed to have been shrouded in some kind of too heavy shackles, but until now he finally let it go completely, revealing his true identity in front of Yanliang. Looking at his own face, he grabbed Yanliang's hand and said in a low voice, "I'm Wen Lingyuan, and it's yours..."

He seemed to be hesitating, but after a while he finally said clearly: "I am your husband."

Yan Liang didn't doubt what he said, because he felt that the joy that surged in his heart when he heard Wen Lingyuan said this sentence was real, and the warm feeling wrapped his chest, but for some reason, he wanted to The illusion of tears.

He stood up from the bed, hugged Wen Lingyuan without saying a word, buried his head in the other's shoulder and neck, and hugged him tightly with both hands.

Not long after, Wen Lingyuan felt a lot of wetness on his shoulders.

Wen Lingyuan lowered his head slowly from the stiffness, his tone was gentle and smiling, but it was extremely hoarse. He stroked Yanliang's back in panic and asked, "Why are you crying?"

Yan Liang felt a little ashamed but couldn't stop crying, so he could only bury his head lower, all the tears rubbing on Wen Lingyuan's clothes, he said in a muffled voice: "I don't know, I just want to hold you and cry. "

"Yeah." Wen Lingyuan didn't stop him, he also hugged Yanliang tightly, "Cry."

As a result, Yanliang's eyes were red and swollen for the next few days because of crying too much.

Fortunately, Wen Lingyuan didn't dislike him, so he just let it go.

Yan Liang had indeed lost all his memories of the past. He didn't know who he was and he knew what he did before. Fortunately, with Wen Lingyuan by his side, even if he didn't remember, he wasn't too anxious.Wen Lingyuan told him their previous stories, saying that they used to live on an isolated island with their elders, and they knew each other since they were young. After organizing the wedding, they became husband and wife.

Later, they traveled together on the island, visited many places, and saw many mountains and rivers. Finally, when they were tired from walking, they came to this beautiful village, settled down and lived a peaceful life.

But Yanliang's amnesia was an accident.

"You met a wild beast on the way up the mountain to collect medicine, and that's why you hurt your head and lost your memory." Wen Lingyuan said guiltily, "I didn't protect you well."

Yan Liang hurriedly held his face and kissed his apologetic eyes: "Husband, it's not your fault, it's because I was too careless."

In the days that followed, Yan Liang stayed at home obediently to be Wen Lingyuan's well-behaved and sensible wife, and she did nothing to worry about.

Because the injury is still not healed, Yanliang's movement is not very convenient. He has injuries on his right arm and left leg. Wen Lingyuan said that he injured it when he met a wild beast and escaped, so now he can't use his right hand hard. The left leg can only move very slightly, and it is completely a disabled patient who needs to be taken care of.

But Yan Liang was still very lucky, fortunately, his arms and legs were injured by wild beasts, if his face was injured, things would be troublesome.

He looks in the mirror when he has nothing to do at home. It is precisely because of this that Yanliang knows that he looks very good. He thinks it is probably because of this that his husband will take a fancy to him who can't do anything. A weak and crying hapless guy. His husband is good-looking, capable, and considerate and gentle. No one in the world will be moved by seeing him. If he is disfigured, he will lose his only advantage. How can he compete with others in the future.

Yan Liang was in a very happy mood these days when he was resting and recovering from his injuries at home. He found that the scenery of his and Wen Lingyuan's residence was indeed very nice. He could not move while sitting on the bed because of his injuries, but he could see the green and slender willows outside the window, passing by from time to time. Swallows and clouds floating in the sky.

There are two sets of everything in the room, one is his and the other is Wen Lingyuan's. Wen Lingyuan puts his clothes in the closet. The two full closets are all his favorite clothes.

He found that there was a jade pendant engraved with the word "far" on his body, which he had placed on his chest since he woke up. Judging by its smooth appearance, he should have been wearing it for many years.

He thought that he and Wen Lingyuan must have been very affectionate before, otherwise he wouldn't always keep people in his heart.

Yanliang didn't pay much attention to his amnesia, as long as his life didn't change, it wouldn't be a disaster like the sky falling, but the only thing he felt was a pity that he had forgotten the details of his life with Wen Lingyuan before, he felt that It must have been a very enviable day.

When Yanliang told Wen Lingyuan this, Wen Lingyuan also laughed and said that it doesn't matter, they will have many such days in the future.

Another month passed, and Yan Liang's injuries gradually healed a lot, he still couldn't remember the past, but he was able to get up and walk around their hut slowly without the support.

Yanliang and Wen Lingyuan live at the end of the village, and there are two other families living here. During the day, Wen Lingyuan goes out to treat people or go to the mountains to collect herbs, while Yanliang sits in his courtyard and chats with the women of the two neighboring families. .After chatting for a while, they gradually became familiar with each other, so when Wen Lingyuan came back not long after, he saw Yan Liang sitting in front of the door, pinching a needle and thread, concentrating on sewing clothes for Wen Lingyuan.

Seeing him coming back, Yan Liang happily rushed over to hug him, and only after hearing his questioning did he say that he had just asked other people, saying that it was like this in the village, the husband was supporting the family outside, and the wife had to wait for the husband at home with trivial matters. return.

Chatting with the women every day, Yanliang even learned to cook, but unfortunately he didn't do well. Before Wen Lingyuan came back, he had already destroyed the failed products, including five plates, one pot and many more. Ingredients.

Wen Lingyuan laughed when he heard that, took him by the hand and took him back to the room to sit down, lowered his head to wipe his hands, and found clean clothes to change for him, then said softly: "You don't have to do anything, yes I think it's the best thing for you to stay by my side."

Even though he said so, Yan Liang still did not give up his interest in embroidery. He found that he was gifted, virtuous and virtuous far surpassing other women in this area, so he embroidered his favorite embroidery on every piece of Wen Lingyuan's clothes. pattern, and even planned to embroider his own mark on Wen Lingyuan's trousers.He was taken very well by Wen Lingyuan, he didn't let him touch the door or give up anything, and he didn't have any worries about eating and dressing well every day, so he could only have a little bit of this hobby to toss about.

Wen Lingyuan still pampered him every day, kissed his forehead to say goodbye every morning before going out, and received Yanliang's big hug every night when he came back.

Yan Liang thought that their life would always be like this, but he didn't expect the peace to be broken soon.

This day Yan Liang was sitting on the steps of the door mending as usual, when there was a sudden movement in the distance, Yan Liang looked up and saw two men in strange clothes walking in front , with dozens of fellows who were also fierce and holding knives behind him, the mighty villagers who pushed aside the obstacles broke into his courtyard.

Seeing them approaching, Yan Liang's heart skipped a beat, and she was immediately dumbfounded.

The villagers were still yelling in fear and fear, telling Yanliang that the group of people came to look for him and told him to run away quickly.

But Yanliang was full of bitterness, thinking that he had skinny arms and legs, and now facing so many menacing guys, even if he wanted to escape, he couldn't escape.

If there is no other way, begging for mercy is probably more effective.

Yan Liang put down the things in his hands, tremblingly followed his beating heart and came to the crowd, thinking whether he should kneel down first with his left leg or his right leg, and whether he should shout "King of the Mountain" or "Heroic man, spare your life". He was so scared that tears were already rolling in his eyes, thinking that Wen Lingyuan would only see his dead body when he came back, he was even more heartbroken.

He choked up and opened his mouth to beg for mercy: "You..."

However, at the same time as he opened his mouth, the group of villains who had already approached him suddenly leaned over to him at the same time. Unexpectedly, he slammed into the ground with a painful bang bang, with a frightening momentum.

Yan Liang's tears were still in his eyes, and before they slid down, he heard the two men in the lead crying loudly: "I'm late, I hope the lord will forgive me!"

The author has something to say: I'm here to dig a hole again!This book is updated synchronously with the next door article, and it is updated daily. It should not be too long, so just write about the daily life

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