The weather in June is the hottest season of the year, and Shanxi Yingzhou Prefecture is no exception. The scorching sun has been raging for two consecutive months, and the fields have begun to show a dry and cracked state. The water level of the Sanggan River, which has been rushing in Yingzhou for many years, has also dropped again and again. Some people estimate that if there is no rain within a few months, they may see the riverbed.

There is a village called Wulizhai less than 20 miles away from Yingzhou Prefecture. Wulizhai is located next to the Sanggan River, just above the Yingzhou Prefecture. There is a depression in the center of Wulizhai, which is a small lake formed by the tributary of the Sanggan River. It covers an area of ​​only about fifteen or sixteen acres. There are many willows and mulberry trees planted around the lake, and there are many lotus flowers planted in the lake. In the hot summer days, the entire Wulizhai can only find a hint of coolness here.

In previous years, many adults and children from Wuli Village liked to enjoy the cool air near the small lake. However, something big happened in Wuli Village these days, and the atmosphere in Wuli Village began to become tense, which directly affected the people around, so fewer people came here to enjoy the cool air.

Next to the small lake is a small manor. The name of this manor is Yuejiazhuang. From its name, you can tell that its owner's surname is Yue. Speaking of the Yue family, everyone knows it in Wuli Village, because nearly 80% of the land in the entire Wuli Village belongs to the Yue family, which means that more than half of the farmers in Wuli Village have to look up at the Yue family and live. Therefore, it is not an exaggeration to say that the owner of Yuejiazhuang is the land emperor with a radius of dozens of miles here.

But in the past few days, Yuejiazhuang has lost the peace of the past. A panic, impatient and panic-like mood enveloped all the servants, servants, maids and servants in Yuejiazhuang for the hearts of the servants...

Yue Yang slowly woke up from his coma. He wanted to open his eyes and found that his eyelids were so heavy. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open his eyes. Moreover, he felt that his body seemed to be bound by something and could not move. This discovery made Yue Yang gather up. He began to shake his body hard, and a "hoo" sound came from his throat.

Soon, Yueyang's efforts were rewarded, and a crisp voice rang in his ears, "Young Master... Are you awake, young master? Sister, come here quickly, young master, he is awake!"

"Dang!"

The sound of a porcelain touching each other sounded, and a tiny footsteps came, followed by a tender and somewhat cold little hand touched Yueyang's forehead. Then a gentle voice sounded: "Great, the young master's fever has subsided. Long'er, you go and report to the old lady immediately and ask the old lady to come over."

"Okay, I'll go right now!"

Listening to two delicate voices in his ears, Yue Yang finally opened his eyes. At first, a blurred shadow flashed in front of his eyes. Yue Yang kept turning his eyes. After a while, the focal length of his eyes slowly returned to normal. A beautiful face with tears hanging on Yixi Yichen slowly appeared in front of Yue Yang's eyes.

Seeing Yue Yang open his eyes, before Yue Yang could speak, the beauty in front of him leaned on him and started crying.

"Who is this beautiful girl? Do I know her? Why did you cry so sadly on me?"

As soon as this thought arose in Yueyang's mind, a dense and chaotic voice came from afar. Before the person could come in, an old voice sounded at the door.

"Have my good grandson woke up? Take me to my good grandson quickly!"

Immediately afterwards, the door was pushed open, and a group of people appeared in front of Yueyang. The leader was an old lady, who was holding a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl who looked as cute as a porcelain doll in her left hand. Yueyang guessed that the old lady was about sixty years old and was wearing a jacket and skirt that could only be seen in ancient costume TV series. She walked to the front and back of the bed and grabbed Yueyang's hand and started crying. She cried while patting her thighs.

"My dear grandson, you finally woke up. If you have any problems, how can you tell grandma to your dead parents? Who would you let the wet nurse give to the huge family business in Yuejiazhuang?" Mrs. Lai cried while wiping her tears.

Looking at the old lady who was crying, Yue Yang felt a big greeting in his heart. He squirted his dry throat and said with some difficulty: "Old lady, who are you?" As soon as these words came out, the surroundings were clean.

The old lady looked at Yue Yang's serious expression lying on the bed, and her pretty well-maintained face turned pale. Her body shook, and she pointed at Yue Yang with a trembling hand and said in disbelief: "Baby grandson, do you... don't you know grandma anymore? I'm your grandma!"

"My grandma? Then why don't I know you?" Yue Yang shook his head and said very simply.

"What? Don't you know me? Hiccup..." When the old lady heard this, her body tilted and almost fell down. Fortunately, there was someone behind her, and the two maids quickly stepped forward and helped her. After pinching the person, she didn't let her faint after receiving strong tea. However, as soon as she woke up, she began to pat her thighs and cried.

Yue Yang rolled his eyes. His grandmother had been dead for decades, and even his parents had been dead for a long time. Where did this old lady come from? And why are these people wearing ancient costumes? Are they filming? No... wait..., Yue Yang suddenly came to his senses and thought of something.

"No, wasn't I struck by that purple thunder? Am I dead? "

Yue Yang, whose mind gradually recovered a little calmly, suddenly recalled some things. He turned his head and immediately saw the furnishings in the house and some people in front of the bed.

Although Yueyang has no research on ancient furniture, when he glanced at him, he immediately felt that the furniture decorations and decorations contained in the concise shape, rigorous structure, moderate decoration, and beautiful texture. The strong classical charm expressed by these decorations is by no means something he can imitate in the so-called high-imitation ancient furniture he saw in modern times. Moreover, based on Yueyang's experience of being mixed in society for so many years, the old lady's attitude towards him was a true expression, without any falsehood. The maids standing behind the old lady and the respectful standing posture and attitude of the servant dressed in the servants did not seem to be making a movie. What's going on?

While Yueyang was thinking about it, a middle-aged man with a goatee and wearing a gray robe stood up from behind the old lady. He walked to the old lady and whispered: "Old lady, the young master's head has been severely damaged. I guess he is probably suffering from absentia and can't remember what happened before."

"Asthetic?" The old lady and the people around her couldn't help but exclaim. The name of this disease is known to many people in modern times. Because many bloody TV series cannot do without it, it also has a resounding name called amnesia.

Although Yue Yang was not a doctor, he still understood the middle-aged man's words. Yue Yang rolled his eyes and supported the edge of the bed with his right hand and was about to sit up. Suddenly, his eyes were staring straight at his left hand and his whole body was stunned. After a while, Yue Yang raised his trembling hand to his eyes and observed it carefully. After a while, his whole body began to tremble.

At this time, Yueyang could swear to the gods and Buddhas of the heavens that this was definitely not his hand. It turned out that Yueyang was in his thirties. He had worked as a porter, delivered express delivery, and worked as a white-collar worker. Years of hard life had already made his hands covered with calluses, but now his hands are so slender and white. This is a pair of hands that have never done heavy work, and it is also the hands of a young man.

In desperation, Yue Yang pulled open the collar of his chest and saw a young and slightly thin body. After seeing all this, Yue Yang was shocked. He could only make sure of one thing, that is, his body had been replaced!

After Yueyang pulled away his clothes, the people around him were stunned and began to stir up. The old lady first reported it. She quickly grabbed Yueyang's hand and shouted loudly: "Sunny, what are you doing? You actually have to expose your body in broad daylight. What kind of scheming is it? Linglong, come and hold your young master down!"

As soon as the old lady finished speaking, Yueyang felt a faint fragrance blowing. The two maids who had long stood beside him quickly supported him and prevented him from moving around.

"Who are you and where is this place?" Yue Yang didn't struggle, letting the two maids support him.

Seeing Yue Yang being held down, the old lady sighed and turned to the middle-aged man with a goatee next to her and said, "Doctor Sun, can you still cure my grandson's illness?"

Doctor Sun twisted his beard under his jaw and thought about it and said to Yue Yang: "Master Yue, do you still remember what name you call?"

"Of course I remember, the single name is Yang." Yue Yang was a little groggy by the sudden incident and answered without thinking.

"Yeah!" Dr. Sun nodded, pointed at the people around him and asked, "What about them? Do you remember who they are?"

"I don't know!" Yue Yang answered very simply.

Hearing this, Doctor Sun pondered for a while before saying to the old lady: "Old Madam, it seems that Young Master Yue was injured because of a severe blow to the head, which caused him to forget the many things in the past. This disease is hard to say. It is possible that you can remember the past in a few days, and maybe you may not remember it for the rest of your life. I can only prescribe some medicine to calm the mind. As for whether you can recall the past, I cannot guarantee it."
Chapter completed!