Lost in the world

Greedy Wolf enthusiastically invited Mo Qingxuan to his home as a guest, bit off the cap of the beer bottle, and asked, "Have a drink?"

Mo Qingxuan declined: "Too strong to drink."

"Then I drink alone, drunk, please carry me to bed."

"it is good"

The midday sun was so intense that it happened to fall on the alcoholic Tanlang on the rocking chair through the window.Mo Qingxuan rolled down the bamboo curtain to block the harsh sunlight, and a cool breeze blew across the room, making it feel cool and pleasant.He sat on the wooden floor by himself and smelled the fragrance of flowers. If there was no threat of Tanlang, he thought he would enjoy this peaceful time.At this time, Tanlang was only focused on drinking, and Mo Qingxuan was the first to break the embarrassing calm, saying:

"Give me back the pocket watch."

Unexpectedly, Tanlang laughed disapprovingly when he heard this, and said, "It's mine. I gave it to a friend as a gift. After so many years, I didn't expect it to come back to me."

"That friend is Su Cheng?"

"You are very smart"

Mo Qingxuan didn't understand the reason, but felt that his beloved would be taken away by the unreasonable Yankees, so he was extremely depressed.

"The poisonous scorpion once told me that you were away a while ago, and you were going to pay homage to a friend during the Ching Ming Festival. Was it to pay homage to Sucheng?"

Tanlang lifted the wine bottle and drank a glass, and replied: "Yes."

Then he wiped the foam from his lips with the back of his hand, crossed his legs, and assumed a more relaxed posture.

"Scorpion said you are from the Yanagawa family. Why did you work under the hands of the Japanese?"

"...to repay the favor?" The tone sounded a little uncertain

"The Yanagawa family helped you?"

"No. To be precise, Yoshizawa Yanagawa saved my life."

"Does your family know you're doing this?"

Mo Qingxuan raised his head, and looked at Tanlang with a helpless and even aggrieved expression.Immediately afterwards, Greedy Wolf's action of pouring wine paused under the gaze of this hesitant gaze, as if he couldn't understand: "What?"

"I don't remember anything from the past. My name 'Mo Qingxuan' and my identity 'Mo Qingxuan' were given to me by Liu Chuan."

"... Strange, no wonder."

Tanlang threw away the empty wine bottle, got up and approached Mo Qingxuan, and sat on the ground like him, propped his body up with his hands and probed over, looking at Mo Qingxuan's head left and right.

"Talking is talking, what are you doing so close." Mo Qingxuan was so shocked that he moved his butt and backed away.

"Yoshizawa Yanagawa will not save a stranger who knows nothing."

Stared at by these deep eyes, Mo Qingxuan suddenly felt a little nervous about how to place his hands and feet, and stammered: "But, but, he didn't allow me to ask about the past, and he never mentioned my past. Although I I doubted it, but... there is nothing I can do, I can't change the status quo, and I still have to rely on the identity of 'Mo Qingxuan' to live."

"Do you really think so?"

"..."

"You know how to pretend, your thoughts are much deeper than Su Cheng." Tan Lang took out a rust-red pocket watch from his front pocket, and asked again: "Have you opened this pocket watch?"

Mo Qingxuan looked at him puzzled

"Hehe, don't you know. Let me teach you, it's actually not complicated. The plum blossom buckle is put together, just press it lightly, and you see—it opens."

After a long period of time, except for the ring surface inlaid with emerald jade, which is intact, the rest is stained with rust.Fortunately, the parts are in good condition. Press the engraved plum blossom imprint, and the rusted gear "da da" pulls the spring to pop open the cover of the pocket watch, revealing a small round mirror like a make-up touch-up.

Mo Qingxuan stared at the whole process without blinking, and was attracted by the small yellowed photo pasted on the lid.

The small photo is only one inch in size. A man and a woman are holding two children. It looks like a family portrait.The man in the photo is very handsome and upright, with a cold face, which gives people a feeling of aloofness and indifference; the woman next to him is just the opposite, dignified and graceful, with a gentle and friendly smile like a gentle breeze blown by her. The spring breeze made Mo Qingxuan's heart feel close and friendly.

The two of them sat together, one cold and one hot complementing each other.

The child in the woman's arms was older, and her red cheeks showed a shyness similar to that of a woman.On the other hand, the child sitting on the man's lap is not afraid of strangers at all. With two lotus root-like arms, he holds up a certificate for painting big red flowers, and is raising a childish and pure smile at the camera.

The child should be six or seven years old, smiling very happily.

Mo Qingxuan stared at the certificate, trying to see the crooked writing on it.At this time, the voice of Tanlang asking:

"Do you remember anything?"

He asked in a daze: "What do you think of? I don't know these people."

"...Okay, you should see a doctor." Throwing the pocket watch back into his pocket, Tan Lang fished out another bottle of beer, bit off the cap, and asked, "Drink?"

At this time, Mo Qingxuan's resentful eyes were glued to Tanlang's chest pocket, as if trying to pull out the pocket watch like a hook.

Greedy Wolf took a sip of his wine and laughed: "Give it up. This is mine. Isn't there a saying in China called 'return everything to its original owner'."

"...Obviously it's mine. Oh forget it, I'm leaving, Xiaoyu is still waiting for me to cook."

Mo Qingxuan's heart ached.Although this pocket watch was a reward from Yoshizawa Yanagawa just before departure, Yoshizawa Yanagawa said in the original words: You wore it next to your neck, and now it is returned to its original owner.It meant that the pocket watch belonged to him, Mo Qingxuan, so why did it become his Tanlang's possession as soon as Tanlang appeared?

There is another point that is ridiculous: the pocket watch has a flip cover, and there is a family photo of Sioux City inside.But he didn't know about it, he just thought it was a piece of useless scrap iron.

Regarding this point, Mo Qingxuan felt a little helpless, as if he had no memory, he could only let others fool him, even if his things were taken away, he was helpless.

Because of the loss of memory, he has no name, no identity, and no past.

... nothing

Mo Qingxuan returned to the yard in a daze

Xiaoyu sat on the stool with her chin in her hands, her bright eyes looked at the sprouting wheat in the dustpan.Seeing him back, he was very happy: "Brother—come and see, what is this for?"

Mo Qingxuan sprinkled cold water on his face, grinned and said with a relaxed smile, "Make malt candy."

"Really, you know how to make maltose?! Do you want to do it now? Can I help? I'm good at cooking."

"of course can."

Mo Qingxuan pointed to the kitchen: "Now go make a fire. I want to steam glutinous rice."

"okay!"

Mo Qingxuan cut off the malt, spread it on the chopping board and chopped it.Xiaoyu poked her head out and sighed, "It's like chopping dumpling stuffing with my sister-in-law~"

When the glutinous rice is steamed, stir it with the chopped malt evenly.

"Do you want to mix dumpling stuffing..."

The poisonous scorpion who came to visit: "..."

Mo Qingxuan just buried his head in his work and didn't talk much.Xiaoyu tilted her head and thought for a while, then asked:

"Brother, you are not happy, why?"

Her sixth sense was very accurate, and Mo Qingxuan subconsciously wanted to cover it up, but when he looked up, he met her sincere and candid eyes, and the lie rolled to his lips could no longer be uttered.

"Brother, just say it if you are unhappy. If you don't say it, how will others know?"

Mo Qingxuan supported his forehead: "I'm going to tell you, do you think I'm hypocritical?"

Xiaoyu suppressed the urge to roll her eyes, and said in a soft voice, "No. You are an adult, and if a child makes fun of an adult, you will be beaten."

"I...hey, how should I put it, I find it hard to say."

Hearing this, Xiaoyu turned around and pulled out two small benches from the room, gave one to the poisonous scorpion, put her hands on her knees and sat down properly, blinking her eyes: "Brother, tell me, I'll listen. I know quite a few doctors in that field." , maybe it can help; Brother Scorpion is also a man, so he can understand what you mean."

Mo Qingxuan hadn't figured out the flavor of this, Xiaoyu said "crackling" like beans pouring out of a bamboo tube: "At the beginning, I threw myself into my arms and hugged you, but I thought it was because of my concentration, so there was something wrong with it. This is a big misunderstanding."

"Yes...ah no, what are you talking about?"

There needs to be an explanation here: yes, it means agreeing with the first half of Xiaoyu’s sentence “good concentration, don’t be tempted”; no, it means——

Mo Qingxuan was dizzy and didn't quite understand what Xiaoyuzhi meant.

The poisonous scorpion suddenly realized: "It turns out...but, I really can't see it."

"—Wait, what do you understand? Why don't I understand anything?"

"Brother, stop pretending, I understand..."

A shy blush suddenly appeared on Xiaoyu's fair face.She covered her face with her hands, as if she felt shy: "I have served many people, and I have seen many kinds of things. As long as they are not old, injured, or overused... such things can be cured."

Mo Qingxuan said with a wooden face: "Stop talking, I don't understand. I'll see a psychiatrist at most."

The poisonous scorpion who is incomprehensible in the cloud: "..."

"Please find a piece of gauze for filtering, or a clean steaming cloth."

After Mo Qingxuan finished speaking, he got up and went into the kitchen.

Covering her mouth and giggling, Xiaoyu followed into the kitchen and said loudly, "Brother, let me help you~"

Lunch is very rich, bamboo rice squirrel fish, a pot of small fish fried until golden brown with noodle sauce.Mo Qingxuan showed extraordinary talent in diet. He dragged out a sack of sweet potatoes from the cellar, ground a part of it into starch, and mixed it with a certain amount of water.This procedure seems simple, but in fact it is very important to control the amount ratio. If there is too much water, the jelly made will be soft, which will affect the taste.Mo Qingxuan didn't know whether it was practice makes perfect or what, but his control was perfect.

In the scorching afternoon, Xiaoyu and Du Xiezi each held a bowl of crispy and refreshing jelly mixed with chopped green onion, sprinkled with coriander, garlic sauce and chili oil, and sat comfortably in the rocking chair under the shade of the tree.

At this time, the poisonous scorpion still had doubts in his heart: didn't you make dumplings?

Xiaoyu licked the bottom of the bowl clean, feeling unfinished, turned to look at Mo Qingxuan who was drying the sweet potato flour, and asked, "Brother, what shall we have for dinner?"

"Hot and Sour Noodles"

"I haven't eaten it, is it delicious?"

"It's my first time making it too. If it doesn't taste good, I'll switch to stir-fried vegetables. How about fried pork with bitter gourd?"

"Hmm... not so good." Xiaoyu frowned, and disliked bitter gourd, "Brother, were you a great chef before?"

Mo Qingxuan shook his head with a smile: "I don't remember."

Just like when he woke up, although he has no memory, he can speak, read, write and use Chinese chopsticks, and the kitchen is the same.He himself felt strange, but he always felt that he was not a chef who was with pots and pans all day.

"Then when shall we leave?"

"Well, you have to ask Brother Scorpion."

"Why do you ask him? It's not him who decides. If we want to leave, he can still stop us."

Xiaoyu pursed her lips, then turned to look at the poisonous scorpion, and said, "You heard me, my brother asked me to ask you."

The poisonous scorpion said calmly, "Ask Tanlang."

Mo Qingxuan: "..."

Xiaoyu's brows were almost twisted into a knot: "Who is Tanlang?"

……

At night, the chopped malt and glutinous rice are fermented to produce a rice-white thick paste, and the juice filtered through gauze is scooped into a large pot and boiled over high heat.Xiaoyu was in charge of lighting the fire, Mo Qingxuan kept stirring, and when the water evaporated, the beige juice boiled until it turned a viscous amber color.

Xiaoyu swallowed her saliva and said, "That's great."

"What 'nice'?"

Xiaoyu explained solemnly: "I feel so good to meet my brother."

"Because I cook delicious food?"

"This is also a reason. By the way, brother, are you still troubled?"

Mo Qingxuan paused for a while before asking, "What do you mean?"

"That's what you think it's hypocritical to say."

Xiaoyu shook her head, her smiling face showed a bit of cleverness and cunning.

"I don't know why my brother is unhappy, but I think it's very lucky to be alive." She wrung her fingers and counted clearly: "People die every day in the alley where I live. Every time the corpse is thrown into the garbage dump, I I can smell the stench of killing people when I pass by. Then I feel that although I am not happy, I am still alive. Also, my sister-in-law said that people have to endure all kinds of hardships in life. But I I always feel that no matter how hard life is, as long as you are still alive and can move your hands and feet, that is the happiest thing in the world.”

The girl's mind is transparent, she is well versed in the world but not the world, like the weeds growing on both sides of the road, it is full of wild vitality, and its vitality is outrageously tenacious.

Mo Qingxuan lowered his eyes and said slowly: "I have no memory. My name, my identity, the money I spend, the clothes I wear, and everything I enjoy... are all given by Liu Chuan. Except for these, I have nothing. None left."

"Brother, what are you thinking about!"

The fire from the stove made Xiaoyu's face red, and there were flames jumping in her bright eyes, which seemed to be shining with excitement and eagerness.

"You don't have it now, but it doesn't mean you won't have it in the future. Don't be so negative. Like me, I live a foolish and happy life every day, and I also met such a good person as my brother! You will wake up with a smile in your dreams."

Mo Qingxuan was taken aback for a moment, and she continued to say: "You cook delicious food and are always gentle. Such a good person will meet better people in the future, and deserves better treatment."

This made Mo Qingxuan's face burn hot

He thought: I am not so good

... The one who is truly gentle is you, Xiaoyu.