sinovels Chapter 3: Did he save the fairy's mother?
Chapter 3: Did he save the fairy's mother?
Soon after, He Hui brought over several doctors and gave Xu Yang a thorough examination.
Due to limited testing equipment at the hospital, the doctors ultimately concluded that Xu Yang's memory impairment may have been caused by oxygen deprivation in his brain after drowning while rescuing someone.
Finally, it was suggested that Xu Yang be observed in the hospital for three days before being discharged.
He Hui had no objection to this, and comforted Xu Yang, promising to take full responsibility for him and help investigate his identity and family.
Hearing He Hui's words, Xu Yang felt much more at ease.
He could tell from He Hui's clothes and conversation that she was not an ordinary person.
With someone like that helping him, he no longer needs to worry about his identity.
So now, Xu Yang feels much more relaxed.
He took the apple He Hui handed him and said considerately, "Aunt Hui, you go ahead and do your work. The doctor said everything else about my health is normal, so please don't waste my time here with me."
"You can tell at a glance that someone has a job."
He Hui smiled and nodded gently, saying, "Okay, then get some rest. Xiaoli will bring you dinner in a little while. Just tell her what you want to eat, and she'll arrange it for you."
"Don't worry about your identity. Auntie will definitely have someone investigate it for you."
In He Hui's view, Xu Yang should also be a very well-educated person, and his identity should not be simple.
Even if nothing is found, Xu Yang should be able to handle many tasks with ease.
Given the He and Liu families behind her, finding Xu Yang a job is still within their capabilities.
Xu Yang was, after all, his niece's savior, and he could not possibly let Xu Yang end up on the streets.
After exchanging a few more words with Xu Yang, she left directly.
They even closed the door when they left.
Xu Yang was the only one left in the ward.
This allowed him to quietly organize his thoughts.
His portable house is still there, and only he can see and control that invisible door—that's his biggest trump card.
The data on his laptop and hard drive is his capital for future success in the entertainment market.
As for his identity, he felt there was no need to worry about it anymore.
The task at hand is to decide what kind of article to write.
It's 1979 now, and the royalty system has already been restored.
Making money by submitting articles is a great way to earn respect.
Moreover, as an ordinary person with little ability, Xu Yang felt that the only shortcut he could take when he first arrived in the 70s was "copying."
Other things all require various costs.
Plagiarism, on the other hand, requires no effort whatsoever; it simply involves taking other people's work and cashing in on it.
Just as he was deciding which article to copy, the door to the ward was gently pushed open.
"Comrade Xu Yang, are you awake?"
A clear, yet somewhat timid, voice came in.
Xu Yang looked up and then froze.
A girl, who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, was standing at the door. She was wearing a floral shirt, dark blue pants, and black cloth shoes.
This outfit was nothing out of the ordinary in the late 1970s, but on her, it seemed to be bathed in a soft glow.
Her skin was very fair, gleaming with a faint porcelain-like sheen under the dim light of the ward. Her features were exquisitely delicate, with both the innocence of a young girl and an indescribable gentleness in her eyes and brows.
Her long, jet-black hair was braided into a loose plait, hanging down in front of her chest, with a red hair tie at the end that swayed gently as she walked.
Her eyes were bright, like they held a pool of clear spring water. She looked at people with a hint of shyness, and the way her eyelashes were lowered reminded people of the line: "The gentleness of that lowered head is the most beautiful."
Xu Yang's brain completely shut down at that moment.
It wasn't because the girl was pretty, although she was unbelievably beautiful.
It was because he had seen this face before.
No, to be precise, it has been seen by millions of Chinese people.
Liu Xiaoli!
The woman who will one day give birth to "Fairy Sister" Liu Tianxian!
Liu Xiaoli, who remains graceful and charming even in middle age, has prompted countless netizens to exclaim, "Like mother, like daughter!"
Xu Yang opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.
Only one thought was spinning wildly in my mind: the person I saved was actually Liu Tianxian's mother?
"Comrade Xu Yang?" Liu Xiaoli took two steps inside, feeling uneasy, when she saw that he didn't speak.
"Are you hungry? I've brought you some food."
Her Mandarin had a slight Wuhan accent, soft and gentle, like freshly steamed osmanthus cake.
Xu Yang then noticed that she was carrying a blue cloth bag.
"Ah... thank you, you've worked hard." Xu Yang finally came to his senses and tried to make his expression look normal.
"It's my duty. If you hadn't jumped into the river to save me in time, I might have drowned." Liu Xiaoli said as she walked to the bedside and took out several aluminum lunch boxes from her bag, placing them on the bedside table.
"Take a look at these dishes and see if they suit your taste. If you don't like them, just tell me what you'd like to eat and I'll go buy it for you."
Xu Yang readily picked up a lunchbox, opened it, and said, "No need, I'm not a picky eater, I'm easy to feed."
"This meat smells delicious. Did you make it yourself?" he said, glancing up at Liu Xiaoli.
He never dreamed that one day he would be able to eat the food cooked by his goddess mother.
This time-travel perk is amazing!
"No, no," Liu Xiaoli quickly waved her hand, blushing as she explained, "It was a call from the state-run restaurant."
Seeing her reaction, Xu Yang's eyes widened.
This young Aunt Liu is just too unfair!
He instinctively swallowed, then looked away.
Don't be too offensive!
He gave himself a warning.
After all, he didn't want to leave a bad impression on Liu Xiaoli.
He picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of meat, and brought it to his mouth.
"Not bad, this chef's skills are quite good."
"By the way, what time is it?" he said, then looked at Liu Xiaoli.
Liu Xiaoli raised her wrist to look at it, then said, "5:12 PM."
Then, in a concerned tone, she asked, "How are you feeling? The doctor said you can't remember many things?"
"Hmm, I really can't remember," Xu Yang replied casually.
Clearly, Liu Xiaoli consulted the doctor before coming.
Liu Xiaoli immediately said, "Don't worry, just focus on recovering here. I'll ask my third uncle and aunt, as well as my parents, to help with the rest."
"Yes, I'm sorry to be causing you trouble," Xu Yang said somewhat apologetically.
"How could that be? You saved my life, and it was because of saving me that I ended up like this. It's only right that we do whatever we have to do," Liu Xiaoli said with a guilty expression.
Is it only right for someone to do whatever they want?
What about offering yourself in marriage?
Uh, what kind of despicable thoughts are these? To lust after someone the moment we meet, is that appropriate?
Xu Yang mentally berated himself and looked away from the other person's pretty face.