A Western Doctor’s Happy Farming Life[1] chapter 36

Song Qinghan shook his head, explaining, “It’s quite boring inside, so I decide to stay out here, and wait for you by the way!”

Hearing that, Lin Dafu came to an astonishment, with a trace of joyance flashing in his eyes, he asked, “Did you regain your memories?”

Song Qinghan denied, as Lin Dafu was about to rushed over in the next second, “No, I didn’t. I just blurt out whatever came in my mind.”

Noticing the resistance showing up on the face of Song Qinghan, Lin Dafu calmed down all of a sudden with hugest disappointment.

Song Qinghan saw him came in with a rather sullen face, he knew that he probably had said something hurtful again. What occurred to me was the situation of Wu Dahu, but not the man right away. He chased up trying to observe Lin Dafu’s expression.

During dinner, Lin Dafu still got his face plain, he didn’t even pick up food and deliver to Song Qinghan tonight as he did yesterday.

Song Qinghan took the initiative to pick a few dishes and put them into Lin Dafu’s bowl..

Lin Dafu was suddenly stunned as he ate. He looked at Song Qinghan and asked, “How do you know my flavour?”

Song Qinghan smiled big, saying, “I observe you these meals, you prefer salty food and meat, and what I picked are just catering to those two conditions.”

Lin Dafu then got his expression changeable, no one could really tell what’s in his mind.

“I think there still exists a possibility for you to regain your memories.”

What he said totally disrupted Song Qinghan when he was about to deliver the meat in his own mouth, he didn’t expect that Lin Dafu would mentioned something like that again.

Song Qinghan came to smile in bitterness, catching a glimpse of Lin Dafu who staring at him right away. Nothing came to his mind at the right moment. To echo him, or retort him, that was a question.

If he echoed Lin Dafu on the memories thing, he didn’t want to give any hope to the man. If he retorted, he probably would ignite him. Song Qinghan stuck into a dilemma.

In a result, he chose to ignore, pretending that he hadn’t hear the voice of Lin Dafu. He just lowered his head and kept delivering the food in his mouth.

Fortunately, Lin Dafu didn’t be a bad ass at that moment. He raised his hand with chopsticks, and picked up some food and delivered it in Song Qinghan’s bowl.

After dinner, Lin Dafu brought Song Qinghan to the study instead of garden.

In the study, Song Qinghan couldn’t help but exclaim looking around the circumstance, “You’ve got bunch of books here, it’s my first time to see so many books all at once since I came here.”

He then took a pause, noticing he probably had said something wrong, then he shifted the topic right away, “What’s your plan?”

However, Lin Dafu was sensitive enough to catch his words. He frowned and asked, “Since you came here? Where is that?”

Song Qinghan explained, “Here. Right here, Lin Mansion. It’s my first time to witness so many books here in your mansion.”

Well, it made sense to say something like that. But Lin Dafu found the words with other meanings.

However, from Lin Dafu’s point of view, Song Qinghan wasn’t going to tell the truth. So he had to explain by what Song Qinghan had said, “I’m going to draw a picture of you.”

Song Qinghan nodded happily, “Great. What do you want me to do? Stand here? ”

Since Song Qinghan was so active right away, Lin Dafu could draw a certain conclusion that he must hide something secretly not telling him, but he didn’t say anything about that, just nodded, saying, “Alright, just right there. I will move a chair over here.”

At the moment Lin Dafu turned around to move the chair, Song Qinghan heaved a sigh with relief, patting himself on the chest.

The study sank into a dead silence, nothing could be heard but the buzzing of the writing brush. since both of them carried their own thoughts in mind, neither of them spoke and broke the awkward silence.

At the moment Song Qinghan was sleepy and about to nod off sitting there, it happened that Lin Dafu took the initiative to speak, “Done!”

Song Qinghan erupted suddenly, he stretched himself a bit and then walked slowly to the side of the table.

A man with a smiling-face was shown right on the rice paper, perfectly vivid. But it was Song Qinghan who came to an astonishment, asking, “Didn’t you draw that according to my present expression? I was not laughing or smiling.”

Lin Dafu’s gaze fell on the person on the painting. A trace of fear flashed across his eyes and he said in an upset tone, “This is how you look in my memory, I can’t help, that’s the most beautiful smile showing on your face.”

Song Qinghan stood there in silence, he could clearly read out the affection and admiration from the man on the paintings.

Probably it was the original possessor of this body who got such a bright smile. However, it was quite a pity that the smile would never show up again, at least it would not show up in front of Lin Dafu.

The awkwardness and somehow sorrow extended, flooding all around in the room. Lin Dafu came to laugh, saying, “You must be exhausted sitting there for long time, get back to the room for a good rest.”

“Okay.” Song Qinghan answered, at the moment they were close to the room, he asked all of a sudden, “What if… what if I will never get my memories back?”

Song Qinghan himself wasn’t someone of dumbness. He knew exactly why Lin Dafu would make such a condition for saving Wu Dahu. He probably still insisted on trying to help him regain the memories by the so-called scene recurrence.

Although he did not like Lin Dafu’s spirit of being rough and stubborn, but objectively speaking, it was indeed a praiseworthy matter for him.

Lin Dafu was stunned hearing the question, and came to a silence for a brief moment, saying, “If you are not able to regain your memories, and if you are quite happy with Wu Dahu, I might leave you with bothering.”

Song Qinghan was stunned either, suddenly, asking, “Aren’t you going to insist as you did before?”

Hearing that, Lin Dafu laughed all of a sudden. Bitterness festered.

“Since you’ve got a brand-new life, and you are quite happy with it. I am nothing to you even if I got you aside me. Just like now, you are so much close to me, but don’t you think that you’re just a puppet here without spirit.” muttered Lin Dafu.

Song Qinghan stared at the figure of Lin Dafu, who was turning around and leaving. He heaved a sigh. Some kind of sorrow was lingering and haunting in his mind.

It turned out that Lin Dafu wasn’t that bad actually, he was just a guy who would insist on something till the last second.

Song Qinghan came to sleep with bunch of consideration. The next morning when he woke up, he didn’t find Lin Dafu aside. That was quite strange for him.

Was he a man who just got a 3 minute passion?

But the next minute brought him to a wonderland when he opened the door. He would consider that he had transported in time again.

There hung full of red lanterns under the eaves, while they were all decorated with bright red ribbons. Everything in the yard was all lighted up by the red color. It gave out an ambience of joyance and happiness which would only be seen in Spring Festival.

Lin Dafu showed up right at the corner of the wall, it seemed that he had just finished some works and came back, rushing over to Song Qinghan and saying, “Are you hungry? Sorry I am late because of the works. Go have breakfast.”

Song Qinghan nodded, he walked while observing everything in the yard, asking, “What are you going to do?”

Lin Dafu answered in a vague tone, “We talk about this after breakfast.”

Song Qinghan subconsciously felt that this matter was related to him. It was probably not an easy thing to accept. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have told himself after dinner.

Something important that related to red stuff? At the moment he was about to sit on the chair, he shouted, “Oh, you’re going to have a wedding?”

Lin Dafu took a pause, he didn’t want to lie since Song Qinghan had guessed out the affair, he confessed matter-of-factly, “That’s right. I’d always owe you one grand wedding. And I want to take this chance to make this dream come true.”

Song Qinghan waved his hand, feeling dumbfounded, but refusing, “I’m married! What? Are you joking with me? If Dahu finds out the secret wedding. That’s a self-destruction to me.”

Lin Dafu knew the fact that Song Qinghan was rather infatuated with Wu Dahu. But the bitterness festered even further when Song Qinghan mentioned that guy with such intimacy, and fluently.

He tried to calm himself down while his mood swings was going wild, saying, “Don’t you worry. I will order them to leave after everything is settled and decorated. And we will be all alone in the yard. There’s no one will know about the matter today.”

Song Qinghan hesitated for a brief moment, he tried to confirm one more time, asking, “Are you really sure there’s no others except us?”

“You can check it out yourself around the yard if you don’t believe me.” answered Lin Dafu.

Well, Song Qinghan had to yes because he was under a total control of Lin Dafu right now, answering, “Alright. I will take it as long as there is no nuptial chamber or something.”

Lin Dafu responded patiently, “Nothing else will happen, we will just go through the motions.”

Song Qinghan nodded with satisfaction. And then he turned to indulge himself into the meal.

He had never had a wedding in an ancient style. He did witness some of the traditional marriages on television. Ancient weddings were rather strength-consuming. Thus, he had to eat more and be ready for the upcoming MISSION.

After breakfast, Lin Dafu walked around the yard with Song Qinghan. When he sent him back, he passed the prepared big red wedding gown to him.

Staring at the wedding gown with such a surprise, Song Qinghan was shocked. But it was then Lin Dafu saying, “It’s not a good choice for you to meet others currently, so you should make up yourself dealing with your hair or makeup. Nothing is required, just make it neat and clean.”

Song Qinghan nodded obediently, he sat in front of the bronze mirror, gazing at the bunch of neatly-arranged and various rouges. An natural excitement flowed out from his expression.

Lin Dafu found no any sign of reluctance and resistance from Song Qinghan’s countenance, he finally came to a sigh, heading out to prepare for the wedding.

After Lin Dafu left, Song Qinghan shut the door and back to sit in front of the bronze mirror. He observed himself carefully. He found it was no need for him to put any makeup on.

That didn’t mean he loved his own face currently, but he had to admit that such a face he possessed now was super clean and delicate, purely beautiful.

However, being as a responsible trader, he still had to put on some make up trying to make himself neatly clean according to Lin Dafu’s requirements to cheer him up.

He picked up the roughs randomly and tried to wear them on face tentatively.

This was his first time trying to put makeup on his face. It was funny that when he finally finished all the process and looked into the mirror, he was stunned by his own clumsy makeup skills.

That was a totally ugly duckling in the mirror. A man of pale faced and bloody lips, ah, a hooded phantom.

He looked around the room anxiously and searched for the water, but he failed to find some. He could only turn to open the door and ask Lin Dafu for help. Lin Dafu wasn’t far away, so Song Qinghan shouted aloud, “Help! Lin Dafu.”

Lin Dafu came to worries when he heard the cry from Song Qinghan, he thought at first something bad happened, so he just threw all the tools at hands and rushed back to the room in a quick move.

When he saw the pale face of Song Qinghan showing up right away when he reached at the door, he was totally shocked standing there, but then took a few steps back unconsciously.