Quick Wear: My Master is a Drama King

Tian Feng was stunned. He didn't expect that this sentence would have such a big impact on him.

"Da Zhuang, are you okay? Please don't knock it. If you break it, you will have to use my money to hire a doctor for you."

Tian Feng stood in front of the bed in a panic, trying to stop his self-mutilation behavior.

But when she thought that the person in front of her was a man, she retracted her outstretched hand and did not dare to touch him at all.

Watching Duan Chengyuan hitting his head harder and harder, Tian Feng could only grit his teeth. His expression was as if his parents had died. He reached out his hand very heavily, grabbed Duan Chengyuan's wrist, and stopped him.

But who knew that Duan Chengyuan was so strong that Tian Feng couldn't control him at all.

Fortunately, Duan Chengyuan gradually regained consciousness and returned to normal.

He looked at Tian Feng who was out of breath and apologized in a low voice: "Sorry..."

Tian Feng supported his waist with both hands: "It's okay, I was wrong too, but you are too strong for a man, right?"

Is this a monster?

How come he has more strength than her who does farm work every day?

Duan Chengyuan lowered his head and looked at his hands.

He clenched his hands in the air, as if trying to grab something.

He murmured, "I think I know her name..."

Tian Feng couldn't help but be curious: "What's your name?"

"Lizhi."

Tian Feng: Why does it sound so familiar?

Duan Chengyuan recuperated in the village for three months and did not think about what had happened before.

Tian Feng gradually became familiar with him and treated him better and better.

Tian Feng thought that if you ignore Da Zhuang's appearance and figure, he is actually a pretty good person.

He is polite and helps her with farm work.

What a pity, Da Zhuang already has someone he likes.

However, Tian Feng saw that after such a long time, Da Zhuang still didn't remember the past, so he couldn't help but ask tentatively: "Do you still like that person named Li Zhi?"

Duan Chengyuan raised the axe and chopped the wood hard, breaking it into pieces.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, nodded, and said without hesitation: "I like it."

Tian Feng advised: "What if you can't remember her in this life? You don't even remember what she looks like or what her personality is like. Do you still like her?"

Duan Chengyuan looked dazed for a moment: "I like it, and I will always like it."

Upon hearing this, Tian Feng left angrily.

Duan Chengyuan didn't understand her behavior and continued to chop wood silently.

In the fourth month after Duan Chengyuan came to the small village, a nobleman suddenly came to the village.

The noble young man was followed by two servants. They came in a carriage and said they would only stay here for a while and then leave.

The villagers were hospitable and seeing such a gentleman, they warmly welcomed their arrival.

The nobleman in their eyes is Fang Yanzhou.

He had heard the news of Duan Chengyuan's disappearance two months ago.

He specially asked someone to investigate, but he didn't expect that the news he got was that Duan Chengyuan had lost his memory and settled down in a small village.

Fang Yanzhou could no longer sit still, so he rushed to the small village with two servants in the yard.

He looked at Duan Chengyuan, who had not been looking at him but was talking to Tian Feng, and felt a bitter feeling in his heart.

However, he didn't want to appear too abrupt, so he didn't take the initiative to greet Duan Chengyuan.

In this way, Fang Yanzhou bought the house of Tian Feng's neighbor.

When Duan Chengyuan passed by, Fang Yanzhou would greet him.

Duan Chengyuan just nodded in response and didn't talk to him much.

As time passed, Fang Yanzhou had already lived in the village for a month, but the number of times he spoke to Duan Chengyuan was very few.

Bai Jihei couldn't help but ask: [Master, Duan Chengyuan has not recovered his memory, what should we do in the border area? ]

Fang Yanzhou gently tore open the skin of the grapes, and the juice continued to flow out, making people salivate.

He said nonchalantly: [With outsiders here, they won’t necessarily lose even if Duan Chengyuan isn’t here.]

Bai Jihei was puzzled: [What outsider? How come I don’t know?! ]

Fang Yanzhou took a bite of the grape and said, "Yan Sui, that military officer has great luck, he is not an ordinary person."

Bai Jihei only had a vague idea and blindly praised: "Oh, Master is really amazing. He can see this."

Fang Yanzhou: [……]

"Snack Buckle"

There was a knock at the door.

Fang Yanzhou wiped his hands with a handkerchief and looked at the servant beside him: "Go and have a look."

Servant: "Yes, sir."

The servant opened the door and saw that the person coming was Duan Chengyuan from next door.

He was holding a bowl of chicken soup in his hand, standing in front of the servants, with a blank expression on his face, as if he was reciting a line, and his tone was dry: "Thank you for the food you sent us recently. We killed a chicken today, made soup, and sent it to you specially. I hope you don't mind."

Fang Yanzhou walked out after hearing Duan Chengyuan's voice.

He looked at what Duan Chengyuan was holding and motioned for him to come in and sit down.

Duan Chengyuan refused: "No, I still need to go back."

Fang Yanzhou stared at him for a while, then turned back and said softly in Duan Chengyuan's ear: "Then go back and take the things."

Duan Chengyuan was inexplicably at a loss. Seeing that he seemed angry, he subconsciously followed him.

Fang Yanzhou sat on the chair, coughed lightly, and said slowly: "Sit down."

Duan Chengyuan placed the chicken soup in front of Fang Yanzhou and sat opposite him.

He sat very straight, with his hands placed obediently on his knees, and he didn't dare to look around.

He didn't know why, but every time he saw the person in front of him, he always felt depressed and inexplicably uncomfortable.

Fang Yanzhou looked at the chicken soup in front of him, picked up the spoon, and asked, "Did you make this yourself?"

Duan Chengyuan nodded: "Yes."

Fang Yanzhou paused slightly, tightened his grip on the spoon, and lowered his eyes, his emotions unclear: "I can't believe you are such a good wife and husband."

Duan Chengyuan looked at the low pressure emanating from Fang Yanzhou, not knowing what he had said wrong, and did not dare to say anything.

Fang Yanzhou took a sip of soup and put down the spoon: "This may be a bit rude, but, does the young master like Miss Tian?"

He could see clearly the look in Tian Feng's eyes when he looked at Cheng Yuan.

I just don’t know what Chengyuan is thinking.

in case……

Not knowing what he was thinking about, Fang Yanzhou's eyes darkened.

Duan Chengyuan looked at him in confusion and did not answer his question: "Sir, just call me Da Zhuang. Why are you asking this question?"

Does he like Tian Feng?

Is that why you came to inquire about Tian Feng?

"I don't like the name Da Zhuang," Fang Yanzhou peeled another grape, pressed the flesh against Duan Chengyuan's lips, and said softly: "As for why I ask this question, it's naturally because... I like you..."

Fang Yanzhou always had a sickly air about him, and the look he gave him seemed to be tinged with a bit of water, causing his heartstrings to fluctuate uncontrollably.

Fang Yanzhou's lips opened and closed, making it impossible to look away: "Where is the young master?"