They bought a bunch of chrysanthemums and quickly drove to the cemetery.
Seeing the bright smiles of Luo Jiaying's parents on the tombstone, Han Lang felt a mix of emotions.
He vaguely remembered how much Aunt Fang doted on him when he was little.
Every time they met, she not only brought him all sorts of gifts but even set aside her own daughter to hug Han Lang affectionately.
Although the timid Han Lang would always struggle to break free from her embrace and hide behind Su Su, she never got angry. Instead, she would smilingly pull out a lollipop and gently say,
"Be good, Lang'er, Auntie will give you candy!"
But now,
Things had changed.
"Uncle Luo, Aunt Fang, Lang'er has come to see you!"
Saying this, he put down the flowers and gently wiped the dust off the photo.
Luo Jiaying also crouched down and said softly.
"Dad, Mom. Xiaoying is doing very well now. Aunt Su and Uncle Han dote on me, and Brother Han Lang and Brother Han Kang always let me have my way."
"And you know what? Brother Han Lang is amazing now. He learned a lot of powerful martial arts and medical skills from TV. He not only founded the Tianyi Pavilion but is also fighting against the Gou family, one of the eight great families, single-handedly."
"I believe it won't be long before the Han family becomes one of the new eight great families in Lecheng through his efforts..."
...
Luo Jiaying spoke with increasing enthusiasm, but Han Lang found it harder and harder to understand.
Finally, he couldn't help but interrupt, "Xiaoying, why are you telling Uncle and Aunt this?"
Luo Jiaying giggled mysteriously and replied, "I'm telling them that the Han family is prospering. That way, I won't be wronged when I live with the Han family in the future! What, do you want to drive me away?"
Han Lang quickly denied it, "No, no! My home is your home. You can stay as long as you want, and it's best if you never leave! Hehe!"
Luo Jiaying let out a proud "hmph" and was finally satisfied.
"Brother Han Lang, I've said what I wanted to say. Where are we going now?"
Han Lang pondered for a moment, "How about I accompany you back home to take a look?"
Upon hearing this, Luo Jiaying nodded happily, "Okay! It's been a long time since I've been home!"
They sped along, and the car soon arrived near their destination.
"Brother Han Lang, park the car here. We'll walk in. I don't know where I lost the key to our garage."
Han Lang responded absently and immediately parked the car.
For some reason, as soon as they got near, a sense of familiarity inexplicably arose in his mind.
This made him feel a bit strange.
Although his family and the Luo family were on good terms, and he knew the general location of the Luo family's residence, he should never have been here before. Why did he feel so familiar?
With a sense of doubt, Han Lang followed closely behind Luo Jiaying.
But the further they walked, the stronger the sense of familiarity became!
Until he saw the familiar notch on the stone pillar to the right of Luo Jiaying's house, a notch that, despite being eroded by time, was still incredibly familiar.
"Ah—"
For a moment, Han Lang felt an unbearable headache, and the memories in his mind churned. The intense pain forced him to crouch down, pressing his head hard. He couldn't even respond to Luo Jiaying's anxious inquiries.
Benefactor!
Benefactor!
These were the two words echoing in his mind.
A few minutes later,
When the pain subsided.
Han Lang finally understood the reason behind everything.
It turned out that
This was not his own memory.
From the previous sense of familiarity to the unforgettable notch on the stone pillar at the entrance,
These were all things deeply imprinted in the memory of the Shennong Heavenly Doctor!
The Shennong Heavenly Doctor descended the mountain this time for four reasons: to repay a kindness, to avenge a wrong, to promote traditional Chinese medicine, and to earn money to benefit the villagers of Shennong Bay.
The kindness was a meal offered ten years ago!
It was a cold night!
The Shennong Heavenly Doctor's family was persecuted, and his entire family was killed. Only he managed to escape with his life.
Starving and freezing, his consciousness gradually blurred, and he finally collapsed weakly against a stone pillar.
To attract attention, he desperately picked up a stone and kept hitting the pillar.
It wasn't until a corner of the pillar was chipped off that the owner of the house finally discovered him.
In a daze, he heard the hostess's exclamation and her shouting for the host to come and help.
Just as the couple was about to carry him inside, he resisted with all his might!
He was afraid that his enemies would catch up soon. To save his own life and not implicate this family, he had to keep running!
Therefore, he weakly asked them to spare some water and food.
But he was already at his limit and had no ability to feed himself.
At that moment, the hostess voluntarily stood up, patiently fed him water and food mouthful by mouthful, and even draped her mink coat over him.
Gaining a moment of respite, he gradually regained some consciousness. Before leaving, he tried his best to remember the sights and sounds of the place.
But in that state, how much could he remember?
In the end, only the chipped corner on the stone pillar, which he had broken, was deeply etched into his memory...
Han Lang was shocked.
Recalling Luo Jiaying's unhesitating kindness when he first met Ma Long, he felt that perhaps everything was indeed destined.
"Xiaoying! Do you remember the little beggar that Uncle and Aunt saved ten years ago, who fainted from hunger at your doorstep?"
Seeing that Han Lang had indeed recovered, Luo Jiaying was completely relieved and carefully searched her memories for the incident Han Lang mentioned.
After a long while, she shook her head helplessly, "I don't remember! I was only a little over ten years old ten years ago, how could I remember so much?"
Hearing this answer, Han Lang was not discouraged. "Do you remember the light yellow mink coat your family had ten years ago? It should have belonged to Aunt Fang."
Upon hearing about the mink coat, Luo Jiaying finally remembered.
"Oh, I do remember this! It was my mom's favorite coat. But I haven't seen it since I started junior high school. Brother Han Lang, how did you know my family had such a coat?"
Hearing Luo Jiaying remember, Han Lang was overjoyed.
"That's right! You started junior high school around the age of eleven, which was exactly ten years ago! That coat was given to the starving little beggar by Aunt Fang at that time! Haha... Xiaoying, you are my benefactor!"
Han Lang's words completely confused Luo Jiaying. She tentatively asked a question that even she didn't believe.
"You're not going to tell me you're that beggar, are you?"
"Uh..."
Han Lang realized that his expression might have been problematic. But how could he explain to Luo Jiaying that he had shattered the Shennong Heavenly Doctor's soul and merged with his memories?
After much thought, he replied, "I'm not that beggar, but he is my best friend. I've been helping him find his benefactor recently, and I never expected it to be your family!"
Luo Jiaying seemed indifferent to this. "Oh! And what about your friend?"
Han Lang paused for a moment, then replied, "Uh... he... died!"