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Bitong had already heard this high opinion, but after serving her master in Cheng's house for many years, she would not easily show her mood on her face. Even if it was such an unreasonable thing, when she half lowered her head, she just glanced at the weeping Cheng Xueyan, and then went around to the inner room and later took a red envelope. Come out and hand it to Song Guan.

Yan Ran saw that the red envelope was bulging. It was estimated that the silver was stuffed in, but he didn't know how much it was. She hasn't seen the ancient currency yet, and she really wants to grab it and pinch it.

"Sister Bitong is really polite..."

Yan Ran suddenly choked... Sister? Seeing Song Guan's face with loofah patterns and a large beard that broke when touched, but Bitong, who was born crisply, was called sister? However, she did not know that in this Tianhao country, official ladies are respected as "girls", and maids with faces are called sisters to show courtesy.

Bitong's expression is naturally not awkward, but with a trace of pride.

"The girl is recovering from a serious illness. She should pay attention to recuperate. Later, Song will prescribe some medicine to nourish her body, which will help her mind. In this way, Song left first. Song Guan gave a deep salute.

"Thank you, Dr. Song. Bitong, take Dr. Song out for me.

"I dare not."

Although Song Guan said, the sign in his eyes was understood by the master and servant, so Bitong followed him out of the door with understanding.

Yan Ran held his breath and listened to the movement outside, but when he heard that the two stopped in the front hall and muttered, he expected to talk about her amnesia. However, she couldn't help but think about it. Such a plot is often played on TV. The patient has a terminal illness. The doctor can't speak bluntly, so he called his family out and told them to be the same: "Time is running out. Eat whatever you can eat."

Next, you should pretend to have your memory. In fact, you don't have to pretend. She doesn't know anything.

I dressed up as Lin Daiyu for a long time. At this moment, Fang took a long breath, "Go-dong" and lay back back to **, and sneezed fiercely. His whole body pretended to be a "big" character, and twisted into a flying mural. Then he stared at Chengchen, who sprinkled pink and green silver stars, and solemnly told himself that from now on, you are Cheng Xueyan!

Cheng...Xue...Yan...

As soon as the door curtain rang, Yan Ran... No, it should be Cheng Xueyan. She immediately withdrew her legs by the bed, tilted her body, turned back to Lin Daiyu, and held out two tears. Xue Bai softly lifted the window curtain: "What did the doctor say?"

"I didn't say anything, but repeatedly told the girl to live and relax, so that the disease can be healed quickly. I also opened a recipe..."

Bidong pulled out a square piece of paper from the sleeve pocket, unfolded it, and handed it to her.

She glanced at it, immediately withdrew her eyes, and scolded in her heart, "Da Damn, it's traditional Chinese characters." But he concealed it: "I'm afraid I can't get rid of this disease."

As soon as the words came out, I was stunned. Isn't it just amnesia? Why are you still on the road to the terminal illness?

But it was crooked. As soon as Bitong heard this, she burst into tears and knelt on the pedal under the bed with a "plop".

"Girl, don't say such a thing. The girl is just blocked by things, and she will be fine after a while. The girl must not be unable to think about it. If you have something good or bad, how can you let Bitong..."

Anyway, Bitong has been serving the girl since she was eight years old. Now that it has been 12 years, no matter how she feels that the master is not angry, there is always this feeling. She just wants to change her master and doesn't want to watch the girl go to a dead end.

Cheng Xueyan suddenly understood that Bitong's feelings were afraid that she would find a shortcoming and then affect herself.

She shook her head secretly, but quickly turned around and got to the point: "But I can't remember anything. In the past few days, when I look at the things in this room and these people, I always feel familiar and strange. I... I dare not say, I'm afraid..."

She took a veil again to rub the swollen corners of her eyes.

"Girl, don't worry, ask me if there is anything you don't remember. Besides, didn't Dr. Song say that? It's good that you don't remember some things. As long as the girl lives happily..."

Cheng Xueyan has a black line on her forehead and is alive. Can Cheng Xueyan save your life as long as she is alive? Cheng Xueyan, Cheng Xueyan, what kind of person are you? Why is a daughter of the Ministry of Ceremonies so unpopular? Not only the master, but also the servants can not hide their contempt, just because they are retired? Indeed, even if she comes from modern times, although modern people are open-minded, they can agree with the cohabitation incident and turn a blind eye to the one-night stand. However, once someone divorces, it seems that they have been labeled. No matter how excellent they are, if they talk about marriage again, they will be reduced by at least one level, not to mention the ancient On behalf of? I guess it's almost the same as being sentenced to death. Maybe as soon as you go out of the door, many women will automatically line up in two teams to guard each side, one with a vegetable basket, waiting to greet her, an abandoned woman with rotten vegetable leaves and cabbage...

Yes, she is an abandoned woman! She not only wants to inherit this body, this name, but also... this identity!

At this moment, I suddenly realized this and felt very sad, but it turned out that no matter in the past and present life, I could not escape such a fate, and it is even more tragic now.

In this way, sadness suddenly came from it, and tears full of true feelings wet the jade orchid in the corner of Ropa.

"Have you been busy for a long time? Are you tired? Take a rest first. When I wake up, I'll take the girl around, so that... for a walk.

Bitong can't say deeper words such as "looking for lost memories", although her purpose lies there. When Song Guan told her that the girl had amnesia, although she had been eavesdropping outside for a long time, she still didn't understand. It was so strange. How could people forget the past? What kind of disease is this? Why have you never heard of it? However, Song Guan's serious face forced her to be serious. After all, although Song Guan was not good-looking or even a little obscene, he was a well-known doctor. Last year, his wife died, and many people nearby asked matchmakers to marry his daughter to him as a sequel. However, Dr. Song said that this was not a disease, and the girl was not crazy because of her. It was completely caused by excessive worry. She mainly talked about the past as much as possible and went to familiar places to help her recover.

In this case, let's recuperate and recover. At the thought of "teaching" the master from now on, although she is a disgrily master, she also feels a little glorious, and even her smile exudes a holy light.

After tossing around for a long time, Cheng Xueyan is indeed tired. Besides, even if she is sad, what can she do? She is destined to be Cheng Xueyan. What she wants to do now is how to make this role-play successful, but more importantly, no matter what the situation Cheng Xueyan was before she got married, and for any important reason she was taken home, she can't live an angry life, but everything needs to be done slowly. There will always be a way to sleep first. I think tomorrow is a new day.

Bitong carefully tied up the pillow for her and covered it with a soft blue water-colored silk quilt.

Cheng Xueyan has to sincerely admire her. Even if Bitong is a little disrespectful to her, as a maid, she is indeed careful and professional enough. If she applies for a five-star hotel in modern times, she can work directly without training.

"Bitong," she called softly, and the slightly swollen and red corners of her eyes looked even more pitiful: "Don't tell everyone about my illness yet. I'm afraid they will worry."

Bitong was slightly stunned, and then showed a very professional kind smile: "Don't worry, girl."

Looking at the curtain closed again and moving gently like water waves under the breeze, Cheng Xueyan smiled. She knew that if she wanted more people to know something, she must emphasize confidentiality. At present, she is "behaving abnormally". Chengfu must adapt immediately, otherwise life will be even worse.

Really, when Cheng Xueyan slept soundly under the hypnotic swing of the curtain for a long time, a violent shaking suddenly woke her up.

With the messy colors in his eyes, a voice shouted anxiously: "Xueyan, don't you even remember me? I'm the elder brother, I'm the elder brother..."

"Big prince, the girl is weak, don't..." Bitong's voice was timidly mixed with it.

Finally, the shaking stopped.

Cheng Xueyan opened her eyes dizzy, so a face that was spread on the water but shaken by the breeze gradually stopped twisting.

is Cheng Cangyi.

She smiled dreamily.

I'm afraid Cheng Cangyi is the most sincere person to her in Cheng's house. In her previous life, she longed for a brother when she was a child, so that she could let her brother teach them a lesson when she was bullied. In order not to be bullied, she also learned taekwondo for a period of time, but often some classmates asked her to help bully others.

People often say that if there is a mistake, there will be a gain. At present, this wish has finally come true. This brother is handsome and burly, more than ten times stronger than he expected, but is his concern for his sister endless shaking?

"Xueyan, do you remember me? I'm the elder brother..."

Cheng Cangyi frowned, his eyes were burning, and his lips trembled slightly with excitement.

In her previous life, few people cared about her except her mother. Cheng Xueyan couldn't help but warm her heart: "I just don't remember some things in the past..."

"Don't remember anything? Brother tells you..."

Cheng Cangyi suddenly realized that his tiger palm was still clamping his sister's weak shoulders and hurriedly let go. He knew that he was strong and had hurt his sister a lot because of carelessness. My sister and I are compatriots. Since the day my sister was born, he has fallen in love with this crystal-like little man, but at that time, he was only four years old. Every time he wanted to hug his sister, he was afraid that he would fall her. So I could only hold my fingers and look at the little crystal man in my mother's arms. She is so small and fragile, as if she would break with a touch.

When my mother died early, she took his hand and said, "Take good care of your sister."

Xue Yan is still young and only knows how to cry. Although he is only eight years old, from this moment on, he has grown up. He is a man. He must bear the burden of taking care of his sister and protecting his sister.

PS: There is still 26 essence left this week, cough, I don't want to waste it, cough