Korean Drama Classic Mode No. 3

  I stared at her in astonishment.

  I think that with my personality, I should just say goodbye to things like friends for this lifetime. But this girl, from her expression to her tone of voice to her natural body language, her concern for me can't be fake. If she could deceive even a professional eye like mine to such a natural degree, then all I can say is that she's a god.

  I think such a god does not exist.

  So this is not God, this is Holy Mother, true Holy Mother.

  I cast a weak and fearful glance at her, looking pitiful.

  "Mei Lan," said Xiao Hong, plucking up her courage to explain, "Miss, she's hurt her head and is a bit confused now..."

  The girl's tears burst forth and she flung herself into my arms, her sobs wetting my clothes with a patter of tears.

  "Firefly, I'm Han Meilan, don't you remember?... Never mind, never mind, just take good care of your injuries, and I'll tell you everything slowly."

  Han Mei Lan, what a holy mother's name indeed!

  I have a pretty bad premonition. Han Mei Lan, this is the name of the world-renowned saintly mother in the world-renowned novel "Gone with the Wind". That girl has all the noble qualities: kindness, bravery, tolerance, gratitude... But despite Scarlett O'Hara being selfish and despicable, and having designs on her husband, she still stupidly believes in and protects Scarlett until her dying breath.

  I'm really afraid that this Han Mei Lan is also that kind of person, I really can't handle women who are loved by everyone and make flowers bloom wherever they go. In the end, it's not worth the effort, and to top it off, I have to become good friends with her, which is really not what I want.

  "Don't be afraid of the fireflies, it's all right." Mei Lan gently stroked my back, "Your brother will come to see you soon, we'll take good care of you."

  Meilan girl said is Shentong Tang Liu Tang master. Little red whispered beside.

  Shentong Hall? I vaguely feel that this name is a bit strange.

  "Our village in Bowl Mountain is very large, and it's divided into four halls: Yuantong Hall, Zhongtong Hall, Shentong Hall, and Huitong Hall. Mei Lan's cousin Luo Dachun is the master of Shentong Hall."

  I almost fainted. Since I arrived here, I feel like something is missing in this world, it's so unrealistic. Many things are deviating from history, they seem fake, like a dream.

  The four halls under the bowl mountain, are they the names of the four major express companies? Is there a deeper meaning behind this, or is it just intended to provoke me? Haven't I had enough stimulation for one day?

  Just then, Lao Teng rushed in after knocking on the door.

  When I heard the name "Luo Da Chun", the image that came to mind was a rough and bold, bearded, simple-minded, physically strong guy. Who would have thought that the one who pushed open the door was a bookish-looking young man wearing a light blue shirt, smiling and fanning himself?

  "Ah yo, Liuyue you're down to earth!"; Xiaobai Lian shook the fan and squeezed a beautiful face in front of me, looking up and down, "I knew you'd be absolutely fine, as the saying goes, 'troublemakers live for a thousand years...'".

  He said as he lightly floated sideways, revealing an extraordinary and unconventional lightness skill.

  However, the fierce attack he imagined from me did not appear, so this move of lightness skill seemed quite sb.

  Luo Da Chun was taken aback for a moment, his gaze met mine with a bewildered expression.

  He suppressed the smile on his face and said seriously: "What's wrong with you?"

  "I've lost my memory, completely." I said briefly.

  He was stunned for a second or two, then suddenly smiled and patted my shoulder: "It's okay, this may not be a bad thing for you. You can wash your heart and start anew."

  "Brother, what are you saying!"; The Holy Mother scolded.

  The door creaked open again, and it was the male god who came in with a bowl of soup in his hand, bringing a strong medicinal smell with him. He saw me standing on the ground and was taken aback for a moment.

  Luo Da Chun's expression was very surprised, I guess probably because he had never seen Nie Qiu Yuan holding a bowl of medicine, or maybe it was because he didn't think Nie Qiu Yuan would actually deliver the medicine to me.

  My heart feels a little sweet. This is an opportunity! Even if things have gone as bad as they can get, it's not necessarily hopeless.

  The Holy Mother slightly lowered her head, and her pretty face flushed with a hint of red as she avoided looking directly at my male god.

  My heart sank. Although Han Meilan's face didn't turn red obviously, it couldn't deceive my sensitive little heart. I saw a bunch of pink peach hearts floating gently towards my male god in the air.

  Fate indeed gave me no chance to catch my breath, just when I thought I had inhaled a mouthful of oxygen, it timely poured a basin of cold water on my head.

  What is a formidable opponent in the emotional arena? For women, Han Meilan is probably the biggest threat.

  This woman, with her looks and figure, gentle and elegant, kind and pure, would be the heroine of any novel. A man who marries such a woman will spend the rest of his life in bliss. If I were a man, I'd choose this kind of woman too.

  And as for me, I have a kind of confidence, I can also pretend to be like her. But the difference is, she's real, and I can only pretend for a while, not necessarily for a lifetime.

  But I stole a glance at the male god, looking at his pale and cold, sculpted profile, those indifferent yet captivating eyes, my racing heart told me, even if I pretend for a lifetime, what's the big deal?

  A slightly eerie atmosphere circulated among the four people in the room, causing me to unnaturally construct some plot lines in my mind.

  That's the classic pattern followed by most Korean dramas.

  Proud and cold male lead, clever and lovely female lead, gentle and sentimental second male lead, holy mother-like second female lead. The male and female leads love and kill each other, the second male lead is infatuated with the female lead, cruel. The romantic relationship is deep, while the second female lead is to be loved by the male lead.

  However, ah-choo, the disdain in the eyes of the second male lead shocked me awake from my dream.

  Now, the male lead and female lead... are siblings!

  What kind of Korean drama is this!

  The current fact is that I have no chance, the second male lead annoys me, and only the second female lead's unrequited love for the male lead is real. This beautiful and holy mother will soon win over the male lead, and since the second male lead is her cousin, he naturally wants to help her. In short, it seems like I have nothing to do with this situation.

  Nie Qiuyuan was twenty-two years old when he married his wife. If there hadn't been a mistake in the clothes, then he would be twenty-one now. There's still one year left, how can I find any clues about my bloodline? Could it be that this 'twenty-two years old and married' refers to the Holy Mother?

  I want to cry but have no tears.

  But until the last moment, I will not give up. Now all I can do is to ruin his marriage!

  Although it's very wrong of me, what choice do I have anyway?

  "Fireflies"; Inside the house, it was Nie Qiuyuan's pleasant voice that flowed out; "I have something to ask of you."

  Huh?

  I really wanted to nod enthusiastically, but I wasn't that stupid. I calmly shifted my gaze to him, looking at him with questioning eyes.

  "Nothing is remembered about what happened before?"

  I nodded.

  "For now, don't tell more people about the amnesia," he said, glancing around at those in the know.

  I took a sharp breath in.

  My mind is racing. I've lost my memory, but I can't speak out loud, there are several possibilities. Considering the death of my father and my own impulsive behavior, it's possible that my father's illness and my head injury aren't as they seem.

  The biggest possibility is that I am actually a silenced witness.

  I immediately understood that it wasn't the little maid excitedly saying "Miss, you're awake!", but rather the male god sitting inches away from me at my bedside.

  My blood suddenly ignited, not because of a male god, but because of some kind of instinct of mine.

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