A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Song Qinghan shook his head and explained: "It's boring to stay inside, so I just come out to get some air and wait for you to come back by the way."

Hearing what he said, Lin Dafu's heart skipped a beat, a look of joy flashed in his eyes, and he asked, "Have you recovered your memory?"

Seeing that he was so excited that he seemed to hug him, Song Qinghan quickly denied it: "No, I didn't, I just said it casually."

Seeing the resistance in his eyes, Lin Dafu suddenly calmed down as if someone had poured a basin of cold water.

Seeing him walking in with an ugly face, Song Qinghan knew that he probably hurt him just now, and was a little worried that he would not save Wu Dahu in a fit of anger, so he hurriedly chased him, observing his expression carefully.

Until he sat down at the dinner table, Lin Dafu seemed to have not fully recovered, and he didn't even give Song Qinghan any food.

Song Qinghan simply took the initiative, selected a few dishes, and put them all into Lin Dafu's bowl.

While eating, Lin Dafu suddenly froze, looked up at Song Qinghan, and asked, "Why do you know that I like these dishes?"

Song Qinghan smiled, and said indifferently: "I have carefully observed these few meals. You have a salty taste and like meat. These few dishes just fit these two conditions."

After listening to his words, the expression on Lin Dafu's face was unpredictable, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"I think you still have the possibility to recover your memory."

He uttered such a sentence so suddenly that Song Qinghan's hand slipped while holding the vegetables, and his mouth was empty.

Seeing him looking at him with burning eyes, Song Qinghan laughed dryly a few times, not knowing whether to agree or refute.

To agree is to give Lin Dafu hope, and to refute is to add fuel to the fire. It is really a dilemma.

So, unable to make a choice, he just buried his head and ate the rice, pretending he didn't hear Lin Dafu's words.

Fortunately, Lin Dafu didn't force him to react, he raised his hand again, and silently picked up food for Song Qinghan.

After eating, Lin Dafu did not take him for a walk as usual, but brought him into the study.

Song Qinghan looked around and sighed, "There are so many books in your house. It's the first time I've seen so many books since I came here..."

He paused, realized that he had slipped his tongue, and quickly changed the subject: "What are you going to do?"

However, Lin Dafu had already sensitively caught his slip of the tongue, and asked with a frown, "After coming here? Where are you coming from?"

Song Qinghan hurriedly explained: "It's here, Lin Fu, this is the first time I've seen a book since I came to your house, ha ha."

Although this explanation is correct, Lin Dafu felt that his words had other meanings.

Just looking at Song Qinghan's appearance, he would not be able to tell him the truth for the time being, so he could only follow Song Qinghan's words: "I am going to draw a picture for you."

Song Qinghan nodded happily, and said, "Okay, okay, do you need me to do something? How about standing here? The light is good here."

Seeing that he suddenly became so active, Lin Dafu was even more sure that there was something strange in his words, silently remembered the matter in his heart, nodded and said: "Okay, let's go there, I will move a bench over."

Seeing Lin Dafu turn around to move the bench, Song Qinghan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest, as if he was still shocked.

Because both of them had something in their hearts, neither of them took the initiative to speak. In the quiet study room, there was only the rustling sound of the paintbrush falling on the rice paper.

Just when Song Qinghan was falling asleep, Lin Dafu finally said, "Okay."

Song Qinghan quickly stood up, stretched his shoulders and neck, and walked slowly to the desk.

When he saw the man smiling wantonly on the rice paper, he was stunned and asked, "Didn't you draw according to the expression I just had?"

Lin Dafu's eyes kept on the person in the painting, and a softness flashed in his eyes, and he said in a low voice, "This is what I remember about you, and it will become like this as you paint."

Song Qinghan looked at the person in the painting silently, as if he could see the joy and admiration in the person's eyes.

The original body used to look at Lin Dafu and smile like this, but it's a pity that such a smile will never appear again, at least it will not appear in front of Lin Dafu.

Lin Dafu realized that the atmosphere suddenly became sad, he laughed and said: "You are tired after sitting for so long, I will take you back to your room to rest."

Song Qinghan let out a "hmm", and when he was about to reach the room, he suddenly asked, "What if I can never recover my memory?"

He is not a fool, and now he can see it. The reason why Lin Dafu proposed such a condition is probably because he wanted to try again, to see if he could help him "restore" his memory by restoring the previous scene.

As for Lin Dafu's indomitable spirit, although he didn't like it very much as the person involved, objectively speaking, it was indeed admirable.

Lin Dafu was stunned when he heard his question, and after a long silence, he said: "If you have been unable to recover your memory and you are on good terms with Wu Dahu, I should leave."

Song Qinghan was also stunned, and asked: "Didn't you always look like you didn't give up until you got me?"

Hearing his words, Lin Dafu suddenly smiled, but that smile was bitter no matter how you looked at it.

"Since you have a new life and live happily, so what if I get you? Just like now, even if your people are by my side, they are just puppets without a soul."

Song Qinghan looked at Xiao Se's back as he turned and left, and sighed softly.

It turned out that he was also a sensible person, but he refused to let go until the last moment.

A good night's dream, when Song Qinghan didn't see Lin Dafu early the next morning, he was still a little strange.

Dare he be a person who only lasts for one day?

When he opened the door, he almost thought he had crossed again.

Red lanterns were hung under the eaves, red ribbons were tied on the pillars, and red ornaments were decorated on all the scenery in the yard. Those who didn’t know thought it was the Spring Festival.

Lin Dafu seemed to have just finished his work. He walked over quickly from the corner, and said with an apologetic expression, "Are you hungry? I'm so busy that I forgot the time. Let's go eat."

Song Qinghan nodded, observed the environment in the yard while walking, endured it, but still couldn't help asking: "What are you going to do?"

Lin Dafu said vaguely: "Let's talk after dinner."

Seeing his attitude, Song Qinghan subconsciously felt that this matter had something to do with him, and it might not be something easy to accept, otherwise he wouldn't delay telling himself until after the meal.

He thought about something related to red, and when he was about to sit down, he suddenly exclaimed: "You want to get married?!"

Lin Dafu paused, seeing that he had already guessed it, he had no choice but to tell the truth: "Yes, I have always owed you a grand wedding banquet, so I want to take this opportunity to fulfill my wish."

Song Qinghan waved his hands, resisting and said: "But I'm already married, what should I do if Dahu finds out?"

Although he already knew the fact that Song Qinghan fell in love with Wu Dahu now, Lin Dafu still felt a little annoyed when he heard that he had a "big tiger" on his left and a "big tiger" on his right.

He adjusted his mood and explained calmly: "Don't worry, after the decoration is finished, I will let all the servants leave. There are only two of us in the yard, and no third person will know."

Hearing what Lin Dafu said, Song Qinghan hesitated for a moment, and then confirmed: "Is there really no third person to know?"

Lin Dafu said helplessly: "At that time, you can walk around the yard yourself to see if there is a third person present."

People under the eaves had to bow their heads, Song Qinghan saw that he was so "sincere", so he could only agree: "All right, but there is no such thing as wedding night."

Lin Dafu patiently said: "Don't worry, it's just a formality, and it will be over after drinking the cup of wine."

Song Qinghan nodded in satisfaction, and began to eat bitterly.

Although he hasn't experienced an ancient wedding, as far as he knows, it takes a lot of energy, so he hastened to store up his energy while he was still able to eat.

After breakfast, Lin Dafu took Song Qinghan for a walk around the yard, and when sending him back, he handed him the prepared red wedding dress.

Seeing Song Qinghan looking at the wedding dress curiously, Lin Dafu confessed: "Because other people see that your face is not good, so you should handle the makeup and hair by yourself, and try to make it as tidy as possible."

Song Qinghan nodded obediently, and glanced at the whole row of rouge, gouache and other tools in front of the bronze mirror, with excitement faintly revealing in his eyes.

Seeing that he no longer resisted after agreeing, Lin Dafu secretly heaved a sigh of relief and continued to prepare for the wedding banquet.

After Lin Dafu left, Song Qinghan closed the door, sat down in front of the bronze mirror, carefully looked at his face, and suddenly felt that there was nothing good to change.

Although he doesn't like his appearance, he has to admit that it is not too much to describe it with the phrase "clear water produces hibiscus".

However, Lin Dafu has confessed that he must "make it tidy". As a responsible transaction partner, he still has to take this matter seriously.

He picked up all kinds of tools on the table and threw them on his face tentatively.

The first time he used these things was not important. After he finished, he looked at the bronze mirror and almost scared himself to death.

Is that him with the pale face and blood red lips? !

He looked around the room anxiously, and found that there was no water in the basin, so he opened the door without tears. Seeing Lin Dafu not far away, he hurriedly shouted: "Lin Dafu! Help!"

Lin Dafu suddenly heard his cry for help, thinking something happened, he was so frightened that he quickly threw away the things in his hands, and appeared in front of Song Qinghan with a stride.

When he saw Song Qinghan's face clearly, he couldn't help being startled, and unconsciously took a few steps back.