A Western Doctor’s Happy Farming Life[1] chapter 37

The rouges, the lips color… everything on Song Qinghan’s face right now just came to a total mess. Lin Dafu arrived with a look of utter bewilderment, saying, “You even forget how to put on your makeup now? You were such a beauty chaser before!”

On the other side, Song Qinghan didn’t want to make any fun of it currently, what he worried about was that if he didn’t get rid of the rouges in time, that would probably be sticky and rough on his face. He then came to grab the sleeves of Lin Dafu, begging, “Bring me water here. I don’t want to go myself because I probably will scare people.”

Lin Dafu was somehow reluctant to leave while he was gazing at the hands of Song Qinghan.

This man missed so much how Song Qinghan relied him on everything.

But noticing the sorrow and pitiful countenance of Song Qinghan, he couldn’t make a rejection.

Water, warm water, that was a life-saving straw for Song Qinghan right now, well, thanks to Lin Dafu. With the warm water splashing on face, Song Qinghan removed all the dirty powder.

He gazed back at the bronze mirror, no even a trace of any rouge was left, he then said with a great satisfaction, “These are not waterproof ones, otherwise, I probably can’t get rid of them that easy.”

Lin Dafu looked at him and suddenly said, “It’s fine if you really don’t how to put on a makeup, just comb your hair.”

What Lin Dafu said did arouse the internal drive for excellence of Song Qinghan. He wasn’t someone of impotence but of rebellion. He rolled up his sleeves, confirming, “Who told you that? I am just inexperienced, I will surely bring you a surprise.”

Closing the door, Lin Dafu shook his head, saying, “Fine, then keep on producing your perfect face. I will leave for the arrangement now.”

They didn’t even meet on lunch time because of the custom which wouldn’t allow the to-be-married couple see each other before the ceremony.

Being so lonely having his lunch, Lin Dafu sat there with no appetite without the accompany of Song Qinghan. He did not get himself used to have the meal without Song Qinghan even they just stayed together for two days.

Night fell again as the sun dipped down, Lin Dafu came to the room where Song Qinghan stayed suppressing the excitement deep in his mind, and then knocked on the door.

A figure showed up inside in a big wedding gown, it was Song Qinghan wearing a red veil on his head, slowly walking outward.

Lin Dafu delivered an end of the red silk fabric into Song Qinghan’s hands while he was holding another end, the “couple” walked to the “banquet” in parallel in a rather slow yet gracious steps.

Well, the “banquet”, as one of the most crucial parts in Chinese traditional wedding ceremony, hosted none currently. A big smile appeared right on Lin Dafu’s face even though no one here witnessing the great moment.

“First, bow to the heaven and earth!”

“Second, bow to the parents!”

“Now, wedding couple bows to each other!”

Being as the “bridegroom”, Lin Dafu also played the role of priest, he guided Song Qinghan to post the right gestures while he was speaking.

“Ceremony completed! Now send the couple to nuptial chamber.”

Lin Dafu held the hands of Song Qinghan heading to the decorated room. Sitting on bed, he spoke to Song Qinghan, “I will go out for a drink, wait for me.”

What a drama! Song Qinghan had already checked out everywhere, there came no one in the yard, but he didn’t expect that Lin Dafu was kind of detail person directing the whole process as if they were playing a theatre.

But he had to admit that he got quite a easy day today because of the so-called wedding ceremony.

Not long, Lin Dafu came back, staggering, while Song Qinghan was bore and almost fell asleep sitting on the bed.

Lin Dafu walked over slowly, lifting the red veil covered on the head of Song Qinghan with a stick. He couldn’t even breath when he saw the rather delicate face under the veil, he stood there dumbfounded, muttering, “You’re such a beauty, amazingly beautiful than I thought.”

Song Qinghan coughed, mentioning, “Hey, don’t chirp standing there, we got the last step unfinished.”

It took a while for Lin Dafu to recover from his daze, he walked to the table in a punch-drunk way, and then came back by the side of Song Qinghan. And finished the last step of the wedding, drinking the “cross-cupped wine” with Song Qinghan.

It should be the effect of the alcohol, Song Qinghan collapsed into the bed all of a sudden after the last step.

“Han, Han?”

Lin Dafu called Song Qinghan’s name in a different tone. Since Song Qinghan delivered no sign of consciousness and showed drunk look on his face. Lin Dafu put the cup right on the table and sat by the bed quietly.

He reached out and touched the delicate face along the contour of Song Qinghan’s face.

“Impossible, how could it not be…”

Finally, Lin Dafu came to draw a conclusion: the man in front of him right now should not be the real Song Qinghan, he is a fake one.

This explained everything why Song Qinghan forgot the things they had gone through together, while mentioning “If not going to regain his memories” tentatively.

It made sense to think that way, because only if he was a fake one, he would always reclaim the fact that he wasn’t going to regain his memories, while being so reluctant to stay with the one who knew his past the best.

The suspicion ignited and grew in Lin Dafu’s mind, he came to an ascertainment after the fact bound up in the matter of putting on a makeup of Song Qinghan.

He knew that if someone got an amnesia for his misfortune, he would not lose at least the habitual doings, something like his flavor or specific skills.

The day when he first met Song Qinghan occurred to him all of a sudden, it was a boy trying to put the rouge up on his face, awkwardly clumsy yet careful.

But this time everything just went so strange, Song Qinghan did change a lot, with no more slow-witted acts.

But…why? Why couldn’t he even find any trace of disguise from this “fake” Song Qinghan?

Being stuck into an endless insanity, Lin Dafu got closer to Song Qinghan, and then again, touched his the contour of his cheek, trying to find some other dubious details.

However, no matter how hard he tried to observe, he failed to figure out more details. He leaned against the pillar of the bed, dumbfounded, as if his inner world had been converted upside down.

Suddenly! A familiar voice jumped out at him deeply in his mind.

“I have a red mole on my back, right on the waist. How about you? Do you have any special marks inborn?”

It was when he met Song Qinghan the second time, and that was what Song Qinghan said to him when they mentioned something like birthmark.

This Song Qinghan right in front of him now probably possessed a prowess on makeup skills that disguised himself from the look. However, the birthmark should be the unique one people could not hide it away with some powder covers.

He then lifted the gown on Song Qinghan, he did not show any excitement currently at the snow white and smooth skin of Song Qinghan. He had to find out the fact.

At the moment Lin Dafu searched on Song Qinghan’s waist, a conspicuous mole in red showed right away. “Impossible, that is impossible!” Lin Dafu muttered, with a great confusion in his mind.

He stepped back, falling down on the ground out of his attention.

It seemed that he couldn’t even feel any pain of it, but rushed outward in a creeping way, staring at Song Qinghan in the bed with a scaring look, muttering himself, “How can it be possible? Is that a monster? Did he eat the shit out of Han? How could it be…”

At the moment he reached the door of the room, he came to cry as if he wouldn’t bear the fact any more, bawling there outside.

On the contrary, Song Qinghan did spend a good night with a sweet sleep. The sun, as it always did, rose high up in the sky, beaming in through the window.

Song Qinghan pinched his eyebrows, straightening up his body. But since he could clearly sniff a pungent smell of liquor, he frowned seriously.

How could he be so drunk for just a cup of wine? And there came a heavy smell of liquor.

But wait, why couldn’t he remember anything after the “cross-cupped wine”? He felt himself like being so drunk for a whole night.

He checked out himself from the head to the toe, it seemed that nothing bad happened last night. Song Qinghan couldn’t help but heave a sigh of relief.

True dat, no one would be that shameless to sexually assault a femina male in pregnancy.

Song Qinghan opened the door, everything in the yard just turned back to its original look, bald and nothing of vigor. Song Qinghan stood right outside the door, with his bright red gown on him.

He would believe that it was just a dream if he wasn’t wearing the red gown.

The servants, who just caught the glimpse of Song Qinghan, came over with fervent looks. They treated Song Qinghan a warm bath.

Well, that should not be called a treat, the servants were just helping him take off his gown and put on another one. It happened that Song Qinghan was just exhausted, so he didn’t reject the idea.

Only when he got to the table ready to have breakfast, he sensed something might go wrong.

Why isn’t Lin Dafu here? Is he still in bed? Maybe he is still heavily drunk from last night.

Just as Song Qinghan was about to finish breakfast, Lin Dafu finally appeared. Lin Dafu showed up with a rather pale face as if he didn’t sleep well last night.

But since Song Qinghan knew he would be totally released after two more days, he got such a good mood though, he came to ask Lin Dafu in a caring tone, “What’s wrong? Did you drink too much last night?”

Lin Dafu didn’t raise his head, he just made a plain respond to Song Qinghan, then came to have the porridge.

Noticing the indifferent face of Lin Dafu, Song Qinghan found out there should be something unhappy yesterday.

Didn’t he act so perfect last night? Why is this man being angry without reason?

He wanted to ask something about Wu Dahu, but he was worried that it might not be a proper time to mention it since this probably would ignite him further. He apologized with a big smile, saying, “I am a drunk freak, so if I did something that made you furious. I apologize for that.”

Lin Dafu took a pause, raising his eyelids, and asking in a suspicious tone, “How do you know you are a drunk freak? Did Wu Dahu tell you that?”

Song Qinghan figured out he might said something wrong again, answering awkwardly, “Ye… Yeah, only Dahu knows how I act after I am drunk, how am I supposed to know that, haha…”

Lin Dafu glanced at him and didn’t make a sound. He finished his breakfast in a quick move, saying, “Wu Dahu should be out of jail today, let’s get him out.”

Song Qinghan didn’t expect Lin Dafu would mention the matter on his own, he showed a dumbfounded look but nodded in the meantime. And then followed Lin Dafu up right behind.

They took the carriage again heading to the jail. Outside the prison, Lin Dafu got off the carriage and spoke to Song Qinghan, saying, “You just wait here. I don’t like to witness you talking to other men. When the deal is completed, I will let you meet him.”

Song Qinghan didn’t dare to say something in retort, he just nodded when he caught a glimpse of the indifferent expression of Lin Dafu.

It was a critical moment now, there was no need to offend Lin Dafu in such a way. What’s more, two more days he could free himself from his control.

Lin Dafu walked to the prison. The guards, who seemingly got a rather good relationship with Lin Dafu, smiled to him in flattery.

He nodded, and whispered to one of the guards in ear. And then the guard rushed into the jail.

Not long, Wu Dafu appeared.

He was shocked when he saw Lin Dafu standing there, asking with a frown, “It’s you who get me out of the jail?”

Lin Dafu responded with a long face, “Well, I know you are out of this business, it’s such an injustice if you die of it.”

“Where’s Han?”

Wu Dahu skimmed around subconsciously, and then he found Song Qinghan was in the carriage not far away stretching his face out of the cart. He was about to walk over.

“Easy, he doesn’t want to meet you at all.”

Lin Dafu reached out to stop Wu Dahu, and said leisurely.