Cen Xijun took Banzhi's hand, took her to the basin shelf placed in the corner of the room, and twisted a handkerchief for her to wipe her face.

"I'll do it myself......"

Banzhi was a little unaccustomed to Cen Xijun's intimate movements, took a step back, raised his eyes to look at the man in front of him, and tentatively refused.

"Okay."

Cen Xi looked at Banzhi's somewhat uncomfortable look, knowing that he couldn't be too anxious, but he didn't force it, but he washed and wrangled the handkerchief and handed it to Banzhi, and then retreated.

"It's still early for dinner, so I asked the kitchen to make some pastries, and the branches used some first to pad my stomach."

After washing up, he was taken outside by Cen Xijun and sat down at the table. Banzhi looked at the table full of pastries when he heard this, and the sentence 'not hungry' was forced back, Cen Xijun was so thoughtful, she couldn't refute his face.

Banzhi looked at the various snacks in front of her, and finally took a piece of red flower-shaped pastry in front of her and tasted it. The sweetness in the entrance made Banzhi bend her eyebrows, she didn't expect Cen Xijun to like such sweet pastries. Banzhi wasn't hungry at all, but she had just seen this plate of pastries on the screen, so she tasted it.

"What do you think?"

Cen Xijun sat on the side of Banzhi and looked at her, and when he saw her take the red bean sweet cake, there was uncontrollable surprise in his eyes. After half a branch swallowed, he couldn't wait to ask.

“…… Delicious. ”

Banzhi doesn't like sweets very much, but he just looked at Cen Xi's expectant eyes, and it was not easy to say it directly, so he praised it.

"I also think it's delicious, and the red bean cake made by Zhizhi is the best."

When Cen Xijun heard this, the smile on the corner of his mouth was even worse, and his eyes were burning when he looked at Banzhi.

"I'll do it?"

Banzhi lowered his eyes and looked at the red soft cake that had bitten off half of his hand, a little surprised. She could taste a few of the ingredients, but she didn't know how to make them.

“…… Why don't I have memories of the past? ”

Banzhi knew that he was telling the truth when she saw Cen Ximi's serious look, but she didn't remember it at all. From the time she opened her eyes to now, her memory was only these few hours, and she didn't know anything else, she was really curious.

"Zhizhi had a serious illness ten years ago, and he almost couldn't survive, and he burned out his head when he had a fever, so he lost some memory."

Cen Xijun didn't want Banzhi to think about the bastard things he had done to her back then, but he also knew that Banzhi would definitely ask, so this explanation had already been prepared.

Banzhi looked at Cen Xi's eyes full of pity when he looked at him, and he seemed to have seen his appearance when he was terminally ill. Although he didn't want to admit that he burned out his brain, he didn't want to delve into it.

“…… That's ......."

"Don't worry, I will take care of you in the future, and I won't make you sick again."

Banzhi lowered his eyes, Cen Ximian couldn't see her expression, and he was afraid that his words would scare her, so he reached out and touched Banzhi's head to show comfort.

"Uh-huh, okay."

Banzhi didn't dodge this time, and responded very obediently. Anyway, this man is her husband, and he should not need to be polite or something.

Half of the branch ate the remaining sweet cake in his hand, hurriedly took the tea handed over by Cen Xijun, and drank several sips before suppressing the sweetness in his mouth.

"The person on this screen looks like you, right?"

Banzhi finished eating the pastry and saw that Cen Xijun had no intention of leaving, just stared at himself with a smile on his face. Banzhi was a little embarrassed by his direct gaze, and it happened that Yuguang caught a glimpse of the screen on the side, so he found a conversation.

“…… Be. ”

Cen Xijun followed Banzhi's gaze and saw the folding screen placed at the head of the bed, and it took a long time to answer.

"The embroiderer who embroidered this screen is really skillful, and her every move is so expressive."

Banzhi still looked at the fan, but he didn't pay attention to Cen Xi's dim eyes and the deep meaning in them.

"yes...... Every stitch and thread on this folding screen comes from the hands of branches. ”

Cen Xijun turned his eyes, looked at the beautiful side face of half a branch, reached out and held her little hand in the palm, his eyes were delicate and gentle, and he couldn't wait to sink the person in front of him into his eyes.

"Huh? This is what I embroidered? ”

Banzhi looked at Cen Xijun, and quickly got up and walked to the screen to take a closer look, still not believing that such a delicate and vivid embroidery was from his own hands.

"Our husband and wife are very affectionate, and Zhizhi loves me, so he embroidered this folding screen for me."

Cen Xijun walked to the inner room and took her into his arms from behind Banzhi, and Banzhi's left ear could even hear the heartbeat in his chest, all at once, slowly and powerfully, until she blushed.

“…… Then I used to be pretty good......"

Banzhi rubbed the fingers of her right hand, and then looked at the person on the fan, she was afraid that she couldn't even hold the embroidery needle steadily.

"Zhizhi is very good, and he can embroider and make pastries...... And love me. ”

Cen Xijun was close, and he heard the murmur of the little girl, and looked at her somewhat red earlobes, so he lowered his head and spoke in the ear of Banzhi, and there was a slight smile in Ruyu's voice.

"Yes...... But I don't know anything now. ”

Somehow the little girl's mood began to be low, and Cen Ximian couldn't bear to tease her anymore, so she only tightened her arms a little, looked at Banzhi's eyes very seriously, and promised her

"Zhizhi, you are my wife. You don't have to know anything, as long as it's you, I will always love you. ”

"Hmmm......"

Banzhi didn't know why, obviously she had only known the man in front of her for less than a day. She would have been embarrassed to hear that, but she hadn't. She only felt a sour feeling in her heart, and such a surging sourness overflowed from the bottom of her heart and flowed out of her eyes. She choked up in response, already in tears.

She knew that she had waited too long for this sentence, and even if she had no memory, it still felt.

……

"Zhizhi is ready?"

Cen Xi sat in the outer room, with his back to the inner room, and asked the half-branch who was bathing behind the screen inside.

"Alright."

Banzhi stood by the tub, buttoned and smoothed the folds of her skirt, and then stepped out from behind the screen.

When Cen Xijun heard the sound and turned around, he saw the little girl with long hair scattered behind him, a face like a peach blossom, and a goose yellow dress. Banzhi looked at Cen Xi's intent, only to feel that his face was even hotter. Cen Xijun was not in the room, but when she wanted to get up, she found that she didn't take a change of clothes, so she had to call someone in to help, but who knew that it was Cen Xijun who came in.

"It's me who is abrupt, but there are no maids in the house, so I ......"

"I know ......"

Cen Xi looked at the extraordinarily ruddy face of Half Branch under the candlelight, and knew that this little girl was shy, but was interrupted by Half Branch before she could explain.

Cen Xijun was not annoyed, he closed his mouth obediently, and looked at the action of half a branch twisting the corners of his clothes, and his heart was more compassionate. After half a branch spoke up, she regretted it, she didn't want Cen Xiyi to talk about Fang Cai, but she was so anxious to speak out, but it seemed that she had some ulterior motives.

"Lack of branches? This hair hasn't dried yet, I'll help Zhizhi dry it first, and then Zhizhi will sleep, okay? ”

Cen Xijun stepped forward, straightened the wet hair that was sticking to his cheeks, and softly coaxed the shy little girl. With such earnest eyes, it seems that wiping the hair for half a branch is a good thing for the glory of the ancestors.