A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

After seeing the traces of gouache on Song Qinghan's face clearly, Lin Dafu couldn't laugh or cry and said: "Have you even forgotten how to put on makeup? You used to love beauty so much."

Song Qinghan really didn't have the strength to laugh, and was afraid that if he didn't wash off his face, he would never be able to wash it off again, so he quickly grabbed Lin Dafu's clothes and said anxiously: "Go and get me a basin of water, I'll help you." I dare not go out, for fear that others will scare me and beat me to death..."

Lin Dafu glanced at his hand, and felt a little reluctant to leave.

It's been a long time since he felt the emotion of being so dependent on himself.

However, after noticing Song Qinghan's crying expression, Lin Dafu stubbornly shook off his hand and turned to fetch water.

When the warm water splashed on his face, Song Qinghan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked at the bronze mirror and saw that there was no trace of rouge and gouache left. He said with satisfaction: "Fortunately, these are not waterproof, otherwise it will be miserable."

Lin Dafu looked at him, and suddenly said: "It's fine if you really can't melt it, just comb your hair well."

If he didn't say that, Song Qinghan might really not be able to melt, but when he said this, Song Qinghan's rebellious mentality broke out, rolled up his sleeves, and said with enthusiasm: "Who said I can't? It's just that I'm not skilled. Forget it, it will definitely scare you for a while!"

Lin Dafu closed the door for him, smiled and shook his head, and said: "Okay, then you can continue to melt."

Due to the custom of not being able to meet before getting married, the two did not have lunch together.

Lin Dafu ate the lunch in a smug manner, and found that he had only been with Song Qinghan for less than two days, and he was no longer used to not having him by his side, even though he was "in Cao Ying and his heart was in Han".

When night fell, Lin Dafu could finally stop suppressing himself, walked quickly to the door of Song Qinghan's room, and knocked on the door.

Song Qinghan was wearing a bright red wedding gown and a red hijab, and slowly stepped out of the room.

Lin Dafu put the other end of the red silk cloth into Song Qinghan's hand, and led him slowly into the banquet.

Although the well-arranged banquet was empty, the smile on Lin Dafu's lips could not be stopped.

"Worship heaven and earth!"

"Two thanks to the high hall!"

"Bye husband and wife!"

Lin Dafu himself acted as the master of ceremonies, pulling Song Qinghan to bow in different directions while talking.

"Licheng! Send to the bridal chamber!"

Lin Dafu led Song Qinghan to the new house, and after setting him up, he said, "I'm going out for a few drinks, wait for me for a while."

Song Qinghan was funny and speechless, he had just lifted his hijab to look outside, and the whole courtyard was empty, he never thought that Lin Dafu's addiction to drama was so great that he would even pick out such details.

But because of the preparation for getting married, today's life is extraordinarily relaxed, much happier than staying with Lin Dafu yesterday.

While he was bored waiting, Lin Dafu finally stumbled back.

Lin Dafu walked over slowly, lifted Song Qinghan's hijab with a scale, and when he saw his delicate face, he stopped breathing, stared at him blankly, and murmured: "It's so beautiful, it's more beautiful than mine. It's as beautiful as I imagined in my dream..."

Song Qinghan coughed lightly and reminded: "There is one last step."

Lin Dafu came back to his senses, went to the table to pour two glasses of wine, stretched out his hand through Song Qinghan's elbow, and when he saw him drink up the wine in one go, a faint light flashed in his eyes.

The wine pierced through the stomach, Song Qinghan let out a soft "Huh", and fell back on the bed.

"Qinghan, Qinghan?"

Lin Dafu tentatively called Song Qinghan's name with different tones, and after confirming that he was completely drunk, he put the wine glass in his hand on the table, and slowly sat down on the side of the bed.

He stretched out his hand and stroked that delicate face along Song Qinghan's temples.

"Impossible, how could there be no..."

Ever since Song Qinghan made a slip of the tongue last night, he has been thinking about Song Qinghan's words. After much deliberation, he finally came to a bold conclusion: the present Song Qinghan was pretended to be!

If this is the case, it can explain why he can't remember the previous events at all, and even tried himself many times "what if I can't recover my memory at all".

Only the fake Song Qinghan would be so sure that his "memory" would never come back, and would even resist staying with someone who knew "his" past.

Originally this was just a guess, but after the makeup incident happened, he became more and more sure.

Even if a person forgets the past, the subconscious habit will not change.

He still remembered the clumsy and careful movements of the young man who was applying rouge when he first met Song Qinghan.

It's also the "first time" to apply powder, why does this Song Qinghan seem to be a completely different person, not clumsy and cautious at all?

But...why not?Why is there no trace of camouflage on Song Qinghan's face? !

Lin Dafu seemed to have fallen into a madness, and moved his eyes to Song Qinghan's face, looking for suspicious traces while touching.

After trying countless times but still failing, he leaned on the bedpost blankly, as if the world had been turned upside down.

Sudden!A long-forgotten word appeared in his mind.

"I have a red mole on the back of my waist, just on the waist, how about you? Do you have any special marks?"

This is the second time he and Song Qinghan met. Song Qinghan told him when they talked about the birthmark.

The Song Qinghan in front of him may have used a very superb makeup technique, so that he could not find any traces, but the birthmark cannot be deceived.

He carefully lifted off Song Qinghan's clothes, and when facing that snow-white skin, he didn't have any thoughts of beauty, only a sense of urgency in a hurry.

When the bright red mole appeared in his sight, he murmured: "Impossible! Impossible!"

He stepped back and fell to the ground.

As if he could not feel the pain at all, he crawled out without changing his expression, looked at Song Qinghan with the eyes of a monster, and said to himself: "How is it possible? Is he a monster? He ate Qinghan ? How is it possible..."

After climbing out of the room, he howled loudly in the yard as if he couldn't bear it anymore.

Song Qinghan slept very deeply this time, and when he woke up the next day, the sun had already risen high.

He squeezed the center of his brows, slowly straightened up, and frowned after smelling the smell of alcohol all over his body.

I only drank a glass of wine last night, how could there be such a strong smell of wine?

But...why does he have no memory of that drink?It's like being drunk all night.

He checked his body carefully, and heaved a sigh of relief when he found nothing unusual.

Also, who would be so animalistic about a pot-bellied human being?

Song Qinghan opened the door, and seeing that the outside had returned to his previous bald appearance overnight, he subconsciously glanced down at the wedding dress on his body.

Without this suit, he would have thought he was dreaming.

After seeing him, the servant thoughtfully fetched hot water and waited for him to take a hot bath.

It was said to be serving, but in fact it was just helping to take off and put on the coat. He was a little too tired, so he didn't refuse.

It wasn't until he walked out of the room refreshed and sat down at the dinner table that something was wrong.

Why is Lin Dafu still awake?Could it be that he was too drunk last night?

Lin Dafu finally appeared when Song Qinghan was about to finish his breakfast, but he looked so haggard that those who didn't know thought he hadn't slept all night.

Thinking that he would be free in two and a half days, Song Qinghan's mood improved a lot, and he asked Lin Dafu with concern: "What's wrong? Did you drink too much last night?"

Lin Dafu didn't look up at him, he gave a soft "hmm" and took a sip of porridge.

Seeing him eating in silence, without even looking at himself, Song Qinghan knew that he was at odds with him again.

But didn't he cooperate well last night?Well, why are you so angry?

He wanted to ask about Wu Dahu's situation, but he was worried that asking at this time would be like adding fuel to the fire, so he smiled and said: "I'm easy to go crazy when I'm drunk, if I accidentally made you unhappy last night, you I am so sorry!"

Lin Dafu paused, raised his eyelids, and asked in a strange tone: "How do you know that you will go crazy when you get drunk? Wu Dahu told you?"

Song Qinghan knew that his brain was twitching and he made a slip of the tongue, and said awkwardly: "Yes, yes, only Duhu knows, how do I know what I look like when I'm drunk, ha ha."

Lin Dafu glanced at him, without making a sound, quickly finished his breakfast, got up and said: "Wu Dahu should be released today, go and see him."

This was something Song Qinghan couldn't ask for, so he nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and actively followed behind Lin Dafu.

The two arrived at the prison in a carriage. Lin Dafu got out of the carriage, looked back at Song Qinghan, and said, "You just wait here, I don't like your contact with other men. After the transaction is completed, you can talk to Wu Dahu again." Speak."

Song Qinghan opened his mouth, and after seeing Lin Dafu's expressionless face, he swallowed the words and nodded slightly.

Now is the critical moment, there is no need to offend Lin Dafu because of this matter, besides, it is only two and a half days, he can bear it.

When Lin Dafu walked to the prison, the jailer seemed to recognize him, and said something to him with a flattering smile.

He nodded and ordered something, and the jailer hurriedly turned his head and got into the prison.

After a while, Wu Dahu's figure appeared at the door of the prison.

Wu Dahu was stunned when he saw Lin Dafu, and asked with a frown, "You saved me?"

Lin Dafu gave a "huh" and said with a light smile, "After all, you are innocent, if you lose your life because of this, it's really not worth it."

"Where's Xiao Han?"

Wu Dahu scanned around subconsciously, and when he saw Song Qinghan's half face protruding from the carriage, he started to walk away.

"Don't worry, he doesn't want to meet you."

Lin Dafu stretched out his hand to stop Wu Dahu, speaking slowly.