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Regarding Yang Zi, I also have many questions I want to clear up from the Brother Chen. A person who has not lost his memory will not understand the pain of a person who has lost it. He wanted to guess his past through anyone, any clues, at all times.

"Yes, he is your younger brother. He was once my savior. We haven't been here very long. Because you are older than him, he calls you big sister. He calls me Master Chen. " Brother Chen muttered to himself for a while before he explained to me.

"Oh, I see. I thought he was my relative. " I was relieved.

"He could also be your relative." Brother Chen stared at me.

"I understand, because he is the savior of Brother Chen. And Brother Chen is my boyfriend. Therefore, in the future, I want to take him as my closest and dearest person. " I smiled faintly at the Brother Chen and promised to treat Yang Zi as my close relative in the future.

"Before, Yang Zi lived in Korea, his parents were no longer alive. So, Tingting, you understand. " Brother Chen said to me with restraint.

I nodded, as if I didn't quite understand what he meant.

Brother Chen's phone rang. It was Yang Zi.

"Yang Zi, get the driver to send you over. Hmm, yes, bring me some digestible rice porridge. Right, I'll give you Sister Tingting a comb. She needs her makeup. " I listened to Brother Chen passing down the information to Little Brother Yang Zi on the phone, because I felt gratified that Brother Chen was so meticulous. Maybe that's what my past has always been like. It was really just an accident of falling into the water that caused her to lose her memory.

"Tingting, Yang Zi will be here soon. I'll drive home first. You have to obey the doctor's orders in the hospital. The doctor won't do anything that he doesn't want to do. If you don't listen, I'll come in the evening and find out. I will punish you. " His eyes were bloodshot, and his Brother Chen was threatening me sweetly.

I obediently nodded and watched Brother Chen leave.

He didn't know how long it had been since he'd eaten. When Brother Chen told Yang Zi to bring rice porridge to him on the phone, my stomach made a couple of unsatisfactory noises. Fortunately, Brother Chen did not hear it

There were a few books scattered in the drawer of the bedside table. I took them out and looked through them weakly. Books were considered spiritual food. Before I bring the porridge for the five viscera temple, I'll eat some of these mental food.

This is a foreign short story called "Goat Fat Ball." The cover said the author was Maupassant. I felt a familiar sensation as I flipped through the book, as if I had read it before.

The book is about a prostitute named Fats Ball who was stopped at a checkpoint during the Franco-Prussian War in a carriage with a group of French politicians, businessmen, and nobles who fled the war zone. The officer in charge of the checkpoint asked to spend the night with Fats and would let them pass. Yang Pi Wan rejected him, but was despised and angered by the people in the carriage. Afterwards, these merchants and politicians would use all sorts of methods to force Fatty Yang to submit to them, all for the sake of their own safety. Yang Liangbao was unwillingly bullied by the military officers, ensuring the safety of others. Yet, he was despised and looked down upon by those so-called noble people.

I was fascinated by the book from the beginning. The mood fluctuated with the encounter of the woman in the book. Yang Zi, who was so engrossed in this book that I didn't even notice, was standing in front of my sickbed with a lunchbox and a bunch of other things.

I still found the big boy who was full of sunshine and vitality.

"Is that Yang Zi? You're here? " I closed the book and bowed. He greeted Yang Zi. When I called Yang Zi, my tone clearly revealed the tone of a sister-in-law treating her brother-in-law.

"Sis." Yang Zi only called his Big Sis, but his eyes were filled with loneliness. However, this word seemed to have travelled through countless ages to reach my ears. I didn't know why, but the word made me nervous. It made my heart beat faster, making me gasp for breath. I could not explain the physical and psychological changes that this older sister had brought to me. I smiled awkwardly, trying to hide the change.

The boy was tall and I couldn't tell his age. This was because his face depicted not only youth, but also content. There was no immaturity, there was only the cultivation of a mature man.

"Yang Zi, sorry for the trouble. Bring me my food. " I speak in this way to break this cold situation.

"Rice porridge, your favorite porridge with skinnier skin and eggs." Yang Zi seemed to be startled when he saw me treating him politely.

I don't know how harmonious my relationship with Yang Zi was before, but just based on his reaction alone, I am unable to predict the intimacy level between us before.

Yang Zi unhurriedly took out his lunchbox, and placed the meat porridge with the skin of the egg in front of me.

Just like Brother Chen, Yang Zi scooped a spoonful of porridge and blew it lightly on his mouth, after which he personally tasted the cold and heat. He put the rice porridge in his spoon in my mouth.

I was at a loss as to what to do due to Yang Zi's actions. Brother Chen is my boyfriend, so it's understandable for him to try food for me. But even if Yang Zi was the savior of Brother Chen, he couldn't possibly act so intimately towards his sister-in-law, right?

Yang Zi's hand that was holding the porridge stopped at my mouth. I didn't know whether to eat or not.

"Sis, what are you talking about?" "Aaaah!" Yang Zi and I seems to have exchanged ages and positions. As if he were a big brother and I was a little sister. As if hypnotized, I obediently opened my mouth.

It was unknown how long it had been since he had eaten anything. As the porridge entered his mouth, it was as if sweet nutrients had suddenly filled up his brain. I smiled at Yang Zi.

"Yang Zi, how old are you?" I took the porridge bowl from Yang Zi's hands and sized him up.

"How old do you think I am?" This mischievous Yang Zi, actually had such a flowery tongue with me. I glanced at him noncommittally.

"Is Little Brother Yang Zi eighteen years old?" Yang Zi's eyes seemed to be spurting fire, if he did not answer, I would not deny my answer.

I didn't know why Yang Zi would suddenly have such an expression, but I was so shocked by him that I almost forgot to eat congee.

"Sis, I forgot about your amnesia." I'm seventeen, you always knew. " Yang Zi suddenly retracted the fire in his eyes and said to me.

"Oh, I'm seventeen years old. Then I'm pretty much out of it." I gave my little brother Yang Zi a polite smile. After thinking about it, he had no impression of this person. I shook my head helplessly.

"Yang Zi, I don't know what's wrong with your head, but I can't remember you. "Don't be offended." I put down the bowl of porridge and explained to Yang Zi.

I really like this sunny boy from the bottom of my heart. And I could feel that he seemed to have a different attachment to me than anyone else. I was surprised at myself for using the word attachment. Not relying on, but relying on. Why did he use the word attachment?