"Do we know each other?" Duan Wu Jiu asked.
Liu Zhiheng looked like he was about to cry, and wiped away the non-existent tears with an aggrieved look on his face: "Oh my god, you don't even remember me..."
"Should I...should I remember you?"
Duan Wu Jiu really wanted to remember the girl in front of him, but whenever he tried to remember, his brain hurt so much that he couldn't continue thinking.
Seeing the beauty in such pain, Liu Zhiheng said hurriedly: "If you can't remember it, forget it. Yesterday you rolled down the mountain and hit your head."
Duan Wujiu lowered his head and looked at the bandages on his body. The wound was still a little painful. It turned out that he had injured it by rolling down the mountain...
"Why would I go to the mountains?"
"Because our family is a hunter."
Orion?
Duan Wu Jiu thought, is he a hunter?
Liu Zhiheng comforted him and said, "It's common for you to have amnesia like this. Don't worry, maybe I'll bump into you again and you'll remember it again."
Duan Wu Jiu nodded, he didn't think about it anymore, he was really thinking about the pain.
He looked at the girl in front of him again. The girl's bright eyes were as bright as a pool of clear spring water.
Although her hair was messy, her eyes were sleepy, and she looked sloppy, her smile was still bright and pretty. Just looking at her made people feel happy.
Especially the light, refreshing fragrance of her body seemed to have a soothing effect on his emotions, making him feel soothed just by sitting next to her.
"Then who are you?" Duan Wu Jiu asked.
Duan Wu Jiu's eyes were as gentle as water, and his voice was as smooth as satin. He leaned in front of Liu Zhiheng and seemed to be in a good mood. He curled up the corners of his mouth and smiled like a seductive fairy.
"Are you my wife?" he asked.
Liu Zhiheng was startled by the man's sudden approach, especially since his face was so beautiful. She almost subconsciously stepped back and waved her hands, "No, no!"
Liu Zhiheng remembered that in the original book, Xie Tinglan picked up Duan Wujiu and his first words when he woke up were: Are you my brother?
This villain looks like he is in need of family members, he wants a younger brother, and he also wants a wife.
When Liu Zhiheng said no, Duan Wujiu immediately showed a disappointed look on his face.
"Isn't it... I'm so disappointed..." Duan Wujiu's hanging long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the mole on the corner of his eye made him look even more pitiful and charming, "The girl is so beautiful, just one glance makes her cry I was so happy that she slept next to me again. I thought the girl was my wife..."
Liu Zhiheng originally wanted to marry Duan Wujiu, but he changed his mind when he saw his appearance.
Anyway, two months later, Duan Wu Jiu will lose his memory again and will forget all the memories of her and this cabin.
She could do whatever she wanted in the past two months, so what if she regarded him as her husband? She didn't force him, nor did she suffer.
So, after thinking for a moment, Liu Zhiheng approached Duan Wujiu, stretched out his hand and lifted his chin, making him look at him.
The girl's expression was as bright as a smile, which melted the loss in Duan Wu Jiu's heart.
Liu Zhiheng said with a smile: "Don't be disappointed, you are indeed not my husband, because you are the child adopter I bought! However, we are not married yet, so you can't call me my wife."
Child adopter?
When Duan Wujiu heard Liu Zhiheng say this, it was as if he had heard the most beautiful words in the world.
He smiled, his smile so dazzling that the snow in the sky outside the window was robbed of its light.
"Then what should I call you?"
"My name is Liu Zhiheng, please call me Aheng."
Duan Wu Jiu supported the bed and moved closer to her, his eyes slightly curved, his lips curled up, and he called: "Ah Heng..."
Liu Zhiheng had goosebumps all over because Duan Wujiu looked at him so highly. How come this was the first time they met so emotionally and emotionally? She quickly pulled Duan Wujiu to lie down again.
"You were injured and had a fever last night, so you still need to rest."
After Duan Wujiu lay down, he still looked at Liu Zhiheng obediently, like an obedient little puppy.
"Ah Heng..."
"what happened again?"
"Then what is my name? Ah Heng hasn't told me yet..."
Liu Zhiheng thought for a while, but still felt that she couldn't say her real name for the time being. She glanced at the heavy snow outside the house and casually gave Duan Wu Jiu a new name.
"Your surname is Duan and your first name is Xuelang, because it snowed heavily the day you came to my house."
"Did Ah Heng give me this name?"
"Yes, my child adoptive husband, am I not allowed to choose his name? What, you don't like it?"
"I like it. I like whatever name A Heng gives me."
Duan Wujiu smiled harmlessly, his smile as bright as the spring breeze turning into snow, which made Liu Zhiheng's heartbeat slow down by half a beat.
What should I do? You are so good...
Liu Zhiheng felt a little uncomfortable when she looked at Duan Wujiu's innocent eyes. She had no psychological burden when she lied to a murderous villain, but she felt a heavy psychological burden when she lied to an innocent little puppy.
Liu Zhiheng couldn't help but wonder, is this villain really a villain? Or has he lost his memory and his personality has changed?
Liu Zhiheng was a little uncomfortable. She stood up quickly and said softly: "You must be hungry. I'll make you something to eat!"
After saying that, Liu Zhiheng went to the kitchen to light the fire.
As soon as Liu Zhiheng left the room, Duan Wu Jiu stood up, sat up, and got out of bed.
He looked at the entire house. This small wooden house must have been built with great care in materials. The wood was all of high quality, so it was quite warm. Even though it was snowing heavily outside, it was very warm inside.
The furniture in the house is also very complete. There is obviously a heated bed, but there is also a carved Arhat bed. The wardrobe and dressing table are also made of fine red pine wood.
On the Eight Immortals table in the middle of the room, there is a tea set. The teapot is a purple clay pot from Yixing kiln, with the seals of famous artists on it.
Duan Wu Jiu walked to the window again. There was a solid wood desk in front of the window. It was fully equipped with pens, inks, paper and inkstones. There was a bookshelf next to it. Duan Wu Jiu flipped through it. I'm afraid there were a lot of books on this shelf. money.
In addition, there is a screen in the house. Duan Wu Jiu looked at the paintings on the screen and laughed with interest.
Although he lost his memory, he only forgot specific people and things. He did have some memories that had become common sense. Therefore, Duan Wujiu could tell at a glance that the painting on the screen was "River Sail, Mountains and Rivers" and it was actually authentic.
Although the clothes on Ah Heng's body and the jewelry on the dressing table looked ordinary, the inconspicuous furnishings in the house were probably comparable to those of a county lady's house.
Could this be a hunter's home?
