Chapter 729: After Amnesia 3

"Grandpa, he's awake."

Ling Xiaotian opened her eyes and saw a woman in strange clothes. The woman was very beautiful and wearing a lot of silverware. She smiled beautifully and looked very naive. This was a woman with a very pure heart. Ling Xiaotian stared at the woman, "Who are you?"

"My name is Abuya. You are now in our Irabu, and you faint at my door."

"Abya, thank you."

"You're welcome. By the way, what's your name? Where did you come from? How did you faint here?" Abuya asked.

"Who am I?" Ling Xiaotian thought hard, thinking that there seemed to be some fragmentary memories, but they were completely different and could not be combined at all. Next, there was a headache and a severe headache, which made him unable to bear and faint again.

At this time, a white-haired old man came in with a long sacrificial stick in his hand. At first glance, he was the image of a wise man. He was the patriarch of the Iraab people. The Iraab people have inherited for more than 2,000 years and are one of the oldest ethnic minorities. Their population is not large, but their culture is very distinctive and more mysterious. They are a hermit clan and have never been in contact with the outside world, but the culture of the Chinese nation has been absorbed by them from the outside world. The reason is that they send a man and a woman out to the outside world every ten years to learn things, learn well, and then come back to teach the people. Therefore, this place not only preserves the cultural heritage of their own clan, but also Inheriting the outside culture, this is completely the crystallization of the wisdom of every patriarch.

"Grandpa, will he be all right?" Abuya said.

"Let me see." The old man checked Ling Xiaotian's situation, opened his eyelids, and found that his eyes were full of vitality, and his god was not fully gathered.

"How's it going, Grandpa?"

"The situation is not very good. God can't gather together. His memory can't come back."

"What should we do? Can we help him?"

"We can't help him anything. Everything can only be done by himself, and others can't help him." The old man said.

"What a pity."

"Yes, I'm not sure when he will wake up. Son, all you have to do is to make his heart pure."

"Okay, Grandpa."

"He is an extraordinary person. Take good care of him." The old man laughed.

"Grandpa, don't worry, I will take good care of him." Abuya took a deep look at Ling Xiaotian and said.

It was night when Ling Xiaotian woke up again. He got up and walked out of the room. There was silence outside. All he heard was the sound of insects, the sound of the wind blowing, and the fresh air, a very primitive and completely different air outside, which made Ling Xiaotian enjoy it very much.

"You're awake." Abuya came over with a bowl of ginseng soup.

"You are so beautiful here."

"Really, I feel the same way. Although I don't know what the outside world is like, it must not be as quiet as us here." Abuya said.

"The outside world?" Ling Xiaotian looked at the night sky, and there seemed to be some kind of feeling in his mind that his clothes should be outside.

"Yes, you came from outside. Unfortunately, you don't remember it yourself, but it doesn't matter. You stay at my house for the time being until your memory recovers and you are leaving." Abuya has no defense against Ling Xiaotian. The most important point is that Ling Xiaotian has a natural breath, which is unique to the innate realm.

"Thank you, I don't know what to do, thank you." Ling Xiaotian said.

"You're welcome. My grandfather said that helping others is a virtue. I'm really happy to help you. In fact, I haven't talked to a man, except for my grandfather." Why?"

"Because of the ethnic rules, once you talk to a man, it means that he was selected..." Abuya suddenly paused. She lowered her head and her face began to turn red. Ling Xiaotian, who lost his memory, would not react to what was going on and answered directly.

"Did Miss Abuya choose me?"

"Ah, no, no, you are different. You are not our people." Abuya said quickly, looking very cute.

"You blushed." Ling Xiaotian smiled.

"I suddenly feel a little hot." Abuya's face turned even more red.

"Is the thing in your hand for me to drink?"

"Oh, it's ginseng soup. It's to replenish qi and Peiyuan." Abuya handed it to Ling Xiaotian.

"Are you afraid that I am a bad person if you are so kind to a stranger?" Ling Xiaotian said.

"Grandpa said that people are good people, and that must be good people." Abuya is really naive.

"You listen to Grandpa very well."

"Well, my grandfather is a wise man in the clan. I not only listen to my grandfather, but the whole clan listens to it." Speaking of Grandpa, Abuya is very proud.

"Your grandfather is a great man. I really want to see him soon." Ling Xiaotian said.

"You will see him tomorrow."

"Anyway, I thank you for saving my life, but I can't stay here, although I like it very much." Ling Xiaotian said.

"Has your memory recovered?"

"No, but I want to find out that there may be more ways." Ling Xiaotian said.

"But Grandpa said it might be better if you lived here."

"Dad really said that?"

"Hmm."

"Okay, I'll stay for a while."

"Well, have you finished drinking?"

"What, are you going back? Don't talk to me more?" Ling Xiaotian said.

"It's very late. I'm going back to bed. You should also go to bed early." Abuya didn't dare to stay for a long time. Now her heartbeat is always fast and nervous when she talks to Ling Xiaotian. She doesn't know what's wrong with her, but she must be because of Ling Xiaotian. She has never been like this before.

The next day, Abuya got up very early. Of course, Ling Xiaotian was earlier. The clothes he was wearing were Ibra. He started in the village early in the morning. Although his memory disappeared, he was still doing things he was used to, such as running. As soon as the time came, he would get up. After running around, he was also strange. Why? I got up early in the morning, but he thought for a long time and had no answer.

"Who is that young man? What a face." When Ling Xiaotian passed by the villagers, they were all curious about whose children were so handsome that they were much better than the young people in the clan.

"I don't know. I heard that the patriarch saved a young man yesterday. It should be him. He came from the outside. It's really different. It's watery."

"Sister Qing, it's wrong. The watery spirit is to describe a woman. He, he, closed the moon and shy flowers."

"Sister Yin, you are also wrong. The shy flower of the moon also describes a woman. I think he is handsome and heroic."

Ling Xiaotian, who ran in front of him, almost fell down. The villager seemed to be very powerful, but Ling Xiaotian also knew that this was a simple performance. The folk customs were very good, at least hospitable. He didn't know that he would soon become a matter of discussion.

Ling Xiaotian quickly came to the edge of the field and saw what Abuya was doing in the field. Looking at her hard work, he actually had a distressed feeling, so he naturally rolled up the corners of his trousers and walked down the field. He felt that his feet went down. It turned out that the upper layer was soft mud. Interesting, Ling Xiaotian walked over to Abuya.

"Why did you come down? Go back quickly. I don't need your help." Abuya first found Ling Xiaotian who came by.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm picking up weeds."

"Why pick up weeds?"

"If the rice grows well, it must not let the weeds absorb oxygen. You won't make it." Chen Buya said.

"How difficult it is to pick up weeds." Ling Xiaotian reached out and picked it up. This scene moved Abuya. There is a kind of man who is naturally gentle and considerate. In her opinion, she is deeply attracted by Ling Xiaotian. Charming men will attract people everywhere and in any way.

"Hey, you don't have to do this."

"Don't call me to feed. I think I'm older than you. Just call me brother." Ling Xiaotian said.

"No, I won't call you brother."

"Why?"

"If there is no reason, it's not that I don't call." Chen Buya touched the woman's mind. The woman said that sentence just now for only two reasons. One is that she wants to be a roaring woman, and the other may be their customs.

Ling Xiaotian thought he had offended Abuya, "Abiya, why can't you call me brother?"

"I'll tell you later, are you still talking nonsense for me now?" After a series of horrible things, Abuya's endurance is much better than before.

"Do things." Ling Xiaotian works very seriously. Once he invests in it, he will do better than others. The sun rose in the morning, and the red sun shone on the field, which was very beautiful.

"I haven't seen the sun print under my feet for a long time." Ling Xiaotian said.

"Yes, I saw it thanks to you. Thank you." Abuya said excitedly.

"Is there any specific reason for this?"

"Well, because there are ethnic rules." Ling Xiaotian seemed to understand something by saying this.

"The clan rules say that you can't call strangers your brother. Is there such a ridiculous thing? I don't believe it." Ling Xiaotian said.

Really, only the man who married can make a woman call her brother, so Abuya didn't dare to shout. Although she thought to herself, she suddenly lost her temper when she thought that Ling Xiaotian would still leave.

After two hours of work, the life in the field was completed ahead of schedule with the help of Ling Xiaotian. Abuya and Ling Xiaotian returned home talking and laughing together. As soon as they entered the door, they found an old man smiling at themselves.

"This is my grandfather. Let's talk about it." Abuya left knowingly.

"Good night, Grandpa." Ling Xiaotian did not dare to make a comer, but he was on other people's territory.

"Don't be polite, just sit down." The old man laughed.

"Thank you for saving my life."

"Don't do this. Do you remember what happened to you?" The old man tried to provoke Ling Xiaotian's reaction.

"Anyway, thanks to Grandpa, I don't know how to describe my mood." Ling Xiaotian said.

"Relax, don't be excited. This is a very ordinary thing for me. Don't worry too much about it. What kind of feelings are you?" Looking at Ling Xiaotian, who was covered with mud, he couldn't help asking.