I rely on the words of the husband [farming]

In the silent late night, the regular sound of "clicking" in the rental house suddenly stopped.

Zheng Chengan slowed down his fingers, took a sip of coffee, and the faint blue light reflected on his face, showing a dilapidated gray.

A few seconds later, he put down the cup and tapped the keyboard again.

As a street writer, Zheng Cheng'an is used to this kind of life.

He is neither smart nor talented, and he is often late when a certain trend becomes popular everywhere.

However, in this industry, the first came to eat meat, and the later to drink soup. The founder is a master, and the followers are soldiers.

Zheng Chengan, he couldn't even drink hot soup.

After a series of books with poor returns and being asked by the editor to cut down the outline, he followed the trend and opened two more books, one is a standard dribbling run for women, and the other is a novel about urban gods for men.

This time, the two books were put on the shelves one after another, and on the day they were put on the shelves, more than [-] words had to be updated in total, and he had already stayed up for several nights for this.

Bear with it, and you'll be able to sleep right away.

Zheng Chengan gritted his teeth and wrote the last five thousand words. After an hour, he finally finished all the updates.

However, just when he stood up and was going to rest, he felt his eyes suddenly darkened, his heart beating like a drum, and before he had time to react and hold on to the table and chair beside him, he had already lost consciousness and hit the ground heavily.

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His body was heavy, and the darkness stretched as far as the eye could see. Zheng Chengan almost thought he had arrived in the underworld, but he heard someone talking in his ears, the tone was familiar, but he couldn't understand the specifics, like a dialect.

Zheng Chengan was a little relieved that he didn't die suddenly, presumably the landlord who collected the rent had discovered him, it seems that there is some benefit in being in debt.

But... what is this place?Is it a hospital?

The hospital the landlord sent him to is not a black clinic, is it?Why is it that he can't understand all the medical staff speaking, with a heavy accent, not urbanized at all.

Zheng Chengan wanted to move a few times to let the doctors and nurses know that he was awake, but he couldn't move no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't even open his eyes. He could clearly feel every limb on his body, but he couldn't control it.

It's over, he thought desperately, won't he become a vegetable?

It's more terrifying than sudden death.

He lived in this vegetative state for a whole week, during which he felt as if he had changed a nurse. When he first woke up, he was a middle-aged uncle, and within a few days, he changed into a young man, with a voice between that of a teenager. There is a subtle magnetism between him and the young man, which makes Zheng Chengan's heart itch.

This young nurse is very quiet, and she comes here regularly every day, but she is extremely gentle in taking care of her. Zheng Chengan feels that she enjoys it very much, and it would be even better if he could open his eyes and see people.

On the second day after he finished thinking like this, he felt that the weight on his body was lighter, and he was able to swallow the medicine independently. Yes, and deliberately let out some groans from his throat, so that the people in front of him could find him.

When he just woke up, he was a little sensitive to the light. Zheng Chengan squinted his eyes and saw a handsome young man in front of him, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, and a little cinnabar mole on the center of his brow. In his hazy vision, he was inexplicably tough and coquettish, and his eyes were full of surprise. Looking at it, his heart suddenly shrank, and his heart beat a few times.

"Are you awake?" The little handsome boy was very happy, and before Zheng Chengan could blink, he ran out.

Zheng Chengan's eyes recovered a lot, and he saw the opponent's figure clearly after running. He was tall, strong, and his muscles were tight and powerful. A strong hormonal breath rushed towards his face.

The little deer in Zheng Cheng'an's heart was hit to death and then came back to life, he cheered himself up in his heart, and when he was able to move, he must ask the handsome guy's contact information to come and talk.

There are not many men who are so good at his aesthetic point.

Before he could return from the state of obsessed with color, someone rushed in from the outside, shouting while running, "My son! You finally woke up!"

He had been listening to this accent for half a month, and at first he felt that he couldn't hear it clearly. After listening to it for two days, he realized that it was the dialect of his hometown, but it was a little more rustic than the dialect of his hometown, so he didn't understand it.

Now that he has been familiar with it for half a month, he can basically understand the meaning of it.

In fact, he had heard someone chatting about his son, Da Lang, etc. before, but he didn't pay attention to it, thinking that it was the parents of the patients in the same ward who were chatting, but when the man pounced, he finally realized something was wrong.

This is clearly calling him!

It might be because his gaze was too dull, the man who intended to pounce on him stopped crying, and called him a little uneasily: "Da...Da Lang?"

Zheng Chengan was completely confused: "Ah...ah?"

He can make a sound, but his voice is hoarse, and he is not familiar with the dialect, so he always speaks slowly, "Who are you...?"

He still held the last hope in his heart, don't, don't...

The middle-aged man with a little cinnabar between his brows said, "I am your mother."

He turned his gaze to the stronger middle-aged man beside him, and the man said, "I am your father."

At the end, the little handsome guy's voice was soft, as if he was a little uneasy: "I...I am..."

The more nervous he was, the more he couldn't speak. The handsome guy stammered for a long time, and finally the middle-aged man with a cinnabar mole said for him, "He married Mr. Chongxi for you. It seems that Chongxi is still useful. Doesn't it matter?" Are you awake now?"

Zheng Chengan didn't come up in one breath and passed away.

There was an instant chaos in the room, "Da Lang, Da Lang, what's wrong with you?"

"My son, you must be safe!"

"Em, don't worry, I'll ask the doctor to come over right away."

There was a riot in the house.

Zheng Chengan didn't wake up until evening, and he was startled when he opened his eyes. A middle-aged man with a beard was sitting beside the bed, and he was twisting a silver needle in his hand and was about to pierce him. The needle glowed coldly, and it was getting closer and closer in Zheng Chengan's frightened eyes. The fear oppressed his body to the extreme, and suddenly broke through the limit. Before the silver needle was about to pierce his forehead, he slid and posted to the wall.

Then he stared at the silver needle man.

The two looked at each other, and after a while, the silver needle man withdrew his hand and put the silver needle back into the needle bag. Zheng Chengan's body against the wall immediately collapsed, and the silver needle man laughed, "You boy, if you wake up later Come on, you can't run away with this needle!"

This man spoke a relatively standard dialect, and Zheng Cheng'an had to react to understand what he was saying, but in the eyes of others, he was the one who stood still for a long time before he nodded in a daze.

Mrs. Li couldn't help but took a step forward, and said worriedly: "Doctor Xu, what do you think happened to An?"

Doctor Xu said: "Don't worry, I didn't say it last time, as long as the person can wake up, it's not a big deal, just take good care of the injury in the future."

"But..." Mrs. Li frowned, "Cheng An...seems like he doesn't recognize anyone..."

"Don't recognize me?" Dr. Xu became serious, observing Zheng Chengan's expression carefully, "Zheng Chengan, do you remember me?"

Zheng Chengan reacted for two seconds and shook his head honestly.

Dr. Xu's expression froze, he pointed to Mrs. Li and asked, "Do you still remember who he is?"

Zheng Cheng'an raised his head and glanced at him, and Li Shi looked at him expectantly, but he lowered his eyes after only one glance, still shaking his head.

Dr. Xu: "Tell me everything you remember?"

Zheng Chengan ignored the hopeful eyes of the family next to him, and said in a rough voice, "I..."

"I don't remember anything."

When these words came out, everyone was shocked.

Dr. Xu frowned and turned over and over again to examine his left hand and right hand, but he still couldn't find the answer. The frown became deeper and deeper, until the two eyebrows were almost connected together.

In the end, he let out a long sigh, withdrew his pulse-diagnosing finger, and shook his head: "This time, I really can't do anything."

"You also know that things on the head are the easiest to figure out. Anything can happen. It's not unheard of to hit the head and lose memory, but like him, he forgets everything completely. , it’s really rare.”

Mrs. Li asked nervously: "Is there really nothing you can do?"

"No." Dr. Xu said, "Generally speaking, people who have amnesia are allowed to experience the past again, but like Cheng An..."

Mrs. Li seemed to have remembered something, fearing that she would avoid it and said, "Forget it, it's good if you don't remember it."

Mrs. Li waved her hand and asked Zheng Dashan to pay the consultation fee with copper coins, and sent the doctor back, then turned around and smiled gently at Zheng Chengan: "Da Lang, how are you feeling now? Are you feeling refreshed?"

Zheng Cheng'an only felt that it was a little strange to see such a motherly smile on a man who was big and thick, so he said slowly: "It's much better."

Mrs. Li smiled even more happily: "Dalang forget it, just forget it, it's okay, can I show you to recognize it again, please?"

Zheng Chengan really wanted to know his situation, so he nodded, and then carefully asked questions in his native accent.

After some questions and answers, the sky was getting dark, Zheng Cheng'an became more and more silent, and his face became serious.

He is very sure that he is a person of the 21st century, and he is also sure that he has never learned about this dynasty in history books.

So, did he time travel?

Or did they travel to a dynasty in a parallel time and space?

In short, this is the seventh year of Jingkang, and this is Shanghe Village, Yingdong Town, under Yi'an City.

And he is just an ordinary small farmer with a poor family.It doesn't need to be said by Mrs. Li, just look at the dilapidated earthen walls, sparse furniture, and cold bedding.

As for the reason for his unconsciousness, according to his mother, he accidentally fell into the river when he was playing by the river. The river was turbulent. He was entangled in water plants and couldn't get to the shore. He was rescued after soaking for a long time. come up.

I don't know whether it was because I had soaked in the river for a long time, or if I hit a rock at the bottom of the river. In short, I have been unconscious since I was rescued.

Dr. Xu came to see it more than once or twice, and prescribed medicine, saying that this time it was all on his own will, if he could wake up, he would be fine, but if he couldn't, he might just die like this.

Naturally, he was not reconciled to his mother, he had been taking care of his son carefully, for fear that something would happen to his son, but Zheng Chengan's breath of life was still weakening day by day.

Mrs. Li was so frightened that she was dying of fear. Until then, she heard someone say that someone made a baby happy, and it turned out to be effective. That person became healthier day by day, and now she is pregnant with her second child... His mind moved, I went to the doctor in a hurry, and agreed to try it as if I was grasping the last straw.

In the end, I don't know whether Chongxi really worked, or Zheng Cheng'an's life was unavoidable. Since Chongxi, his condition has gradually stabilized, and he can drink more traditional Chinese medicine every day than the day before.

Until today, I woke up completely.

Hearing this, Zheng Chengan finally had the opportunity to ask the question he had been curious about all along, "Aren't you a man? Why do you still have children? And that... my husband who is so happy..."

Mrs. Li looked at him again with those distressed and pity eyes, and her crying voice stretched out like singing: "My son, are you amnesia or stupid?"

Zheng Chengan's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot: "I'm not stupid, I just lost my memory."