Chapter 636: After recovering memory, tell the truth according to conscience

Chapter 636: After recovering memory, tell the truth according to conscience

If Feng Qingyan had not abdicated, she would not have told this secret even if she died of old age.

Although she expected that Jun Moqing's words were true, she was still shocked for a long time when she heard her mother-in-law say it herself.

She, a saint, not only lost her virginity, but also had a child.

If the people in the clan knew about it, they would probably go crazy

The mother-in-law instructed: "Although you are not a saint now, this matter cannot be known to the people in the clan, understand?"

Feng Qingyan also knew the seriousness of the matter and nodded vigorously, "Grandma, I understand."

Jun Moqing asked: "Grandma, is there any way to restore Feng'er's memory?"

The mother-in-law said: "At the beginning, a very ancient method was used to delete her memory, but restoring her memory is not troublesome, but it is not simple."

Jun Moqing said again: "Then I'll trouble you, grandma."

Feng Qingyan raised her head and looked at Jun Moqing, and found that he spoke a little bluntly, but he had a handsome face.

The mother-in-law glanced at Jun Moqing for a few times, and then at Feng Qingyan. The two faces clearly showed the difference between the two.

Thinking that he was the master of Xuanmen, different from ordinary people, she felt relieved.

My mother-in-law said to get ready and went to rest in the house.

Feng Qingyan sat on the stool, holding a teacup in her hand, still not recovered from the shock of learning the truth.

Jun Moqing found that she had been silent, and asked in a gentle voice: "What's wrong?"

Feng Qingyan looked up at Jun Moqing, and she was still very happy to think that such a young and handsome man was her husband.

But...

"I didn't expect what you said was true, and I didn't expect that I had a 20-year-old daughter... I haven't experienced the joy of being a mother, but I'm a grandmother."

Jun Moqing sighed: "It's quite regrettable."

Feng Qingyan looked at him in confusion.

Jun Moqing continued: "Twenty years of separation, how many twenty years are there in a person's life? Twenty years have passed between us, and Xiaojiu has also missed twenty years of maternal love."

Feng Qingyan was stunned when she asked, Jun Moqing was right, how many twenty years can there be in life?

Twenty years were wasted between them.

Jun Moqing held her in his arms, "We will be together from now on, we can't waste time anymore."

Feng Qingyan was stunned again. Looking at the young Jun Moqing, she couldn't help but touch her face. If she had known that she could have such a young and handsome husband, she would have taken good care of this face.

Maybe she could be younger, and the gap wouldn't be so big when she was with him.

At night, when Feng Qingyan was about to rest, she saw Jun Moqing sitting there and not leaving. She asked, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

Jun Moqing put down the teacup in his hand, looked up at her, and glanced at the bed behind her, "I want to sleep in the same bed with you tonight."

Feng Qingyan directly refused, "No."

Jun Moqing asked, "Why?"

"I haven't recovered my memory yet. Although I have confirmed that you are my husband, I have always slept alone. It will be a little uncomfortable to sleep on the same bed with a man suddenly."

Jun Moqing was a little confused, "What's wrong with this? It's been twenty years since we've been separated. Do you want one more day?"

Feng Qingyan: "..."

"Twenty years have passed, and this day doesn't matter."

Jun Moqing was a little helpless, "Then I won't go to bed."

Feng Qingyan said, "It's not comfortable to sit all night."

She didn't understand, how could sitting all night be more comfortable than lying in bed?

He had to sit in the room and look at her.

Jun Moqing said as a matter of course, "You can let me go to bed."

Feng Qingyan: "..."

"Sure enough, I'm old." Feng Qingyan said and walked to the bed and began to take off her clothes.

Jun Moqing stood up and walked over, sat down on the bed, and looked up at Feng Qingyan. It was as if Feng Qingyan had deliberately taken off her clothes in front of him.

"You said I'm old?"

Feng Qingyan paused while taking off her clothes and snorted: "I'm just old."

Jun Moqing said seriously: "I'm normal in every aspect. If you don't believe me, you can check it out."

Feng Qingyan looked at Jun Moqing doubtfully. Except for his handsome face, he was not young.

"How can I check this? I'm not a doctor."

"It's very simple." Jun Moqing looked at Feng Qingyan steadily, took her hand and put it on his chest.

Feng Qingyan's hand was on his chest. Although he looked thin, his chest muscles were very strong. His robe was a spring style, very thin, and he could still feel his strong heartbeat.

Jun Moqing continued: "I can keep you bedridden for three days like before."

Feng Qingyan was stunned for a moment, thinking about what he said, and then her face flushed. Who would have thought that he would be fine if he didn't speak, but once he spoke, he would be dirty?

How did Jun Moqing say this?

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Jun Moqing said again: "Why, don't you believe it?"

Feng Qingyan said coquettishly: "Who wants to believe this?"

Jun Moqing said: "This is the best way to prove whether a person is old or not."

"Don't say it anymore." Feng Qingyan glared at Jun Moqing, took off her clothes, opened the quilt and lay down. The quilt was pulled very high, revealing only her head.

Jun Moqing looked at her actions in confusion and asked: "Didn't you say I was old?"

Feng Qingyan couldn't help rolling her eyes, "I didn't say you were old, you just didn't listen."

Jun Moqing nodded helplessly, "I understand."

Feng Qingyan asked: "What do you understand?"

Jun Moqing didn't say anything, but stood up and began to take off his clothes slowly.

Feng Qingyan opened her eyes wide, watching the man in front of her take off his clothes without saying anything, and was a little confused.

"Why are you taking off your clothes?"

Jun Moqing glanced at Feng Qingyan while taking off his clothes, "Sleep."

Feng Qingyan: "..." What kind of brain circuit is this?

How did she fall in love with him back then?

Is it just because of this face?

Just when Feng Qingyan was confused, Jun Moqing had taken off his coat, lifted the quilt, and lay beside her.

Feng Qingyan seemed to be frightened, and tried her best to move in. She was either shy or not used to it. After sleeping alone for so many years, who could get used to sleeping with a man suddenly?

The two of them stared at each other.

Jun Moqing spoke first, "Go to sleep, I was just joking just now."

Feng Qingyan's mouth twitched, are you sure you were joking just now?

Jun Moqing's face and tone, when he was joking, you thought it was true, and when you thought it was a joke, it was actually true...you can't tell.

With a man lying next to her, how could Feng Qingyan sleep?

Lying in the same quilt, she could feel the temperature of the other's body through the thin clothes.

Winter should be cold, but now she felt warm in the quilt.

The man beside her was motionless, and she didn't know if he was asleep.

Feng Qingyan didn't know when she fell asleep. When she opened her eyes, Jun Moqing was no longer around her.

She stretched, got up and started to get dressed.

After getting dressed, she came out of the house. It was already noon outside.

Jun Moqing was sitting in the yard, holding a teacup in his hand, drinking tea slowly.

"Where is the mother-in-law?" She walked over with a brisk step and sat down in front of him.

Jun Moqing picked up the teapot and poured her a cup of tea, "The mother-in-law said she went to find medicinal herbs, which will help you recover your memory."

"Oh, the mother-in-law knows some medical skills." Feng Qingyan took the teacup to her lips and took a few sips to moisten her throat.

Jun Moqing pushed the breakfast in front of Ming Tian Feng Qingyan, "This is what Qingrong prepared."

"You know what, I've been hungry for a long time." Feng Qingyan picked up the buns on the plate and took a bite. The cabbage and meat buns were delicious before.

But after eating the breakfast made by Xiaojiu, I found that the taste was incomparable.

Jun Moqing saw her eating the buns and asked, "Don't you like it?"

Feng Qingyan nodded, "Well, not as delicious as Xiaojiu's."

"That's natural. Xiaojiu is a good cook. When she was a child, she said that when she grew up, she would make delicious food for me." Jun Moqing recalled the scene at that time, "I thought she was making me happy, but I didn't expect her to really do it."

Feng Qingyan said, "Xiaojiu is very sensible, you taught her very well."

Jun Moqing didn't actually teach her anything. He spoiled his daughter and didn't let her suffer any grievances. Whatever she wanted, as long as he had it and as long as he could do it, he would satisfy her.

So Xiaojiu didn't have a rebellious period and was happy throughout her childhood.

She was also very courageous and would tell him everything.

This is probably what it means to plant a willow tree by accident and it will bring about a good harvest.

A child who is educated with care may not be as good-minded and sensible as Xiaojiu.

Feng Qingyan and Jun Moqing stayed here for three days, and they helped their mother-in-law recover her memory during these three days.

Finally, on the fourth day, Feng Qingyan recovered her memory.

The mother-in-law was old, and she would go to rest in the house after finishing her work.

Feng Qingyan was lying on the bed, and she had not woken up because of the medication and the calming incense.

Jun Moqing sat in front of the bed, lowered his eyes and looked at the sleeping woman, quietly waiting for her to wake up.

Although Feng Qingyan was in a coma at this time, she was actually a little conscious, and was receiving the tide of memories that kept pouring into her mind.

Too many memories made her a little unable to digest for a while, and her brows were furrowed, as if she was a little uncomfortable.

I don’t know what I thought of, tears flowed from the corners of my eyes.

Jun Moqing saw it, took out a square handkerchief, and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

At this moment, Feng Qingyan slowly opened her eyes and saw Jun Moqing, who was looking down at her.

She was stunned at first, then called out: "Brother Qing."

Jun Moqing hadn't heard this name for a long time, and it felt like he was back to the summer of twenty-one years ago.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Feng Qingyan frowned and said: "My head hurts a little."

Jun Moqing said: "I just recovered my memory, and my head will hurt a little. If it's uncomfortable, just sleep for a while."

"No more sleep." Feng Qingyan said as she sat up from the bed, then threw herself into Jun Moqing's arms, and her voice suddenly became hoarse.

"Brother Qing, it's been twenty years, and I've been separated from Brother Qing for so long. It's a pity."

Jun Moqing patted his wife in his arms as if to comfort her, "I'm too incompetent. I looked in so many places, but I couldn't find you."

"How can you blame you? It should be my fault. If it weren't for me, how could we have been separated for so long?" Feng Qingyan stared at Jun Moqing's face carefully for a long time.

Jun Moqing asked: "What's wrong?"

Feng Qingyan touched the handsome face, which was smooth and delicate, not like the skin of a 42-year-old at all, and not much different from the skin of a 21-year-old.

"You haven't changed much."

Jun Moqing nodded, "Yes, you haven't changed much."

Feng Qingyan didn't believe it, raised her eyebrows and looked at him, "Can you say it again with a clear conscience?"

Jun Moqing heard it, raised his hand and touched his heart, and repeated it again very seriously: "You haven't changed much."

Feng Qingyan: "..."

"When did you learn to be slick?"

She remembered the first time she saw Jun Moqing, he was as cold as a fairy, he would not say anything against his will, and he would not be glib.

Feng Qingyan suddenly opened her eyes, "You have become bad in the twenty years I have been away from you."

Jun Moqing explained, "I haven't."

Feng Qingyan raised her eyebrows, "Then why are you lying to me?"

Jun Moqing said, "In my eyes, you are the same as before, no change."

Feng Qingyan: "..." You still say no, I wouldn't say these sweet words before.

She suddenly thought of Xiaojiu, when she left, Xiaojiu was only two months old, she couldn't recognize people, she couldn't call her mother, she only knew how to drink milk.

"After I left, did Xiaojiu cry for her mother when she was a child?"

Jun Moqing said, "Yes, she would ask me if she had a mother when she saw others had mothers."

"She must have cried, right? She cried and looked for her mother everywhere, but it was a pity that I was not by her side." Feng Qingyan felt more and more distressed as she spoke, her eyes turned red, and there was a sign that tears were about to fall again.

"..."Jun Moqing: "She didn't cry for her mother."

Feng Qingyan's tears were already welling up in her eyes, and she held back her tears when she heard this.

"She didn't cry for her mother?"

"I told her to eat candy, and she stopped crying..."

"..."

Seeing that her face was not right, Jun Moqing explained: "Xiaojiu is only three years old, doesn't know anything, and is greedy. She will naturally stop crying if she has candy."

Feng Qingyan felt that she had no weight in her daughter's eyes. When she left, she was only two months old. It was normal for her daughter not to cry because she didn't remember her.

She stared at Jun Moqing again for comfort, "What about you? Did you cry when you found that I was gone?"

Jun Moqing, "...I,"

Feng Qingyan thought he was embarrassed, "Cried?"

Jun Moqing was silent for a while, and said something heartbreaking, "...I can't cry."

Feng Qingyan: "..."Is her disappearance dispensable?

She was a little angry, came out of Jun Moqing's arms, and turned her head away from him.

Jun Moqing took her hand and explained, "I have a problem with this."

Feng Qingyan looked at Jun Moqing again, her eyes full of confusion, "What do you mean?"

"I have never cried once since I was a child."

Jun Moqing had never told anyone that in modern times, his father died in a car accident and his mother cried like a tearful person.

He was seven years old that year and was also very sad, but he just couldn't cry.

Others said that he was too cold-blooded. He was not sad when his father died, and he didn't even shed a tear.

The year his mother died, he was sixteen years old, and he didn't cry either.

In that world, he no longer had any blood relatives and was alone. He was obviously very sad, but he still didn't shed a tear.

At the age of seventeen, he learned that he had a problem with this.

The year Feng Qingyan disappeared, he, who had always been calm, searched like crazy for three days and three nights. Looking at the dark night, his heart seemed to be missing a piece.

Sad to this point, still no tears?

Good night!