IHOEAYSTTTIW Chapter 3

Chapter 3: You Picked Up an Amnesiac Cub, Please Name Him

Chapter 3: You Picked Up an Amnesiac Cub, Please Name Him

Lin Yan, who was sleeping sprawled out, was woken up by the young man next to him. The two, waking up in the same bed, stared at each other.

Lin Yan applied medicine and cleaned the young man’s body, and by the time he finished, the night was already deep. He was too lazy to clean up another room and worried that the young man might have a fever in the middle of the night, so he felt justified in letting the young man sleep next to him.

The bed produced by the system was large enough for three people. Lin Yan placed the young man on the innermost side, separated them with a quilt, and went to sleep peacefully. Lin Yan misjudged his own sleeping posture. He thought he was very well-behaved, but in his dreams, he crossed mountains and seas, putting his leg on the young man and overbearingly snatching his quilt.

The young man coughed softly.

Lin Yan awkwardly retracted his leg, moved the quilt further inside in a futile attempt to cover up his actions, and pretended to be nonchalant, “Ah haha, did you sleep well?”

The young man nodded with difficulty, the dark circles under his eyes telling a different story.

“You should leave when you’ve recovered. I’ve kept your things safe…” Lin Yan awkwardly changed the subject, turning his head to see White using the clothes as a cat bed, sleeping soundly, “Or if you think they’re too flashy, I can find you some new ones.”

“Mm…” The young man swayed as he stood up, but as soon as his buttocks left the bed, he suddenly clutched his head and fell weakly back onto the bed.

Lin Yan helped him up and reached out to touch the young man’s forehead.

It was a normal temperature. Young people’s bodies were just better; he was burning hot yesterday, and now the fever was already gone. But the young man’s pained appearance didn’t seem fake, and the little bit of color that had returned to his face had faded again.

Countless melodramatic reasons flashed through Lin Yan’s mind, from Cao Mengde’s migraines to Sun Wukong’s tight headband. He helped the young man sit back on the bed, waiting for him to recover a little before softly asking, “What’s wrong? Do you have some hidden ailment, or…”

“I… I don’t know, I can’t remember anything.” The young man regretfully knocked on his head, his whole body drooping, looking as desolate as a mushroom in a dark corner.

Oh, not a migraine, not a tight headband, it’s the amnesia trope used to death in Korean dramas.

Lin Yan didn’t give up. He jumped out of bed and struggled to rummage through the pile of clothes in the corner.

The unreliable system hadn’t explained much else, but it had introduced the current situation.

The Great Zhou Dynasty had been established for nearly four hundred years, and the current ruler was the twenty-third emperor, with the era name of Zhengxuan. The Great Zhou imperial family’s surname was Yun, and the jade pendants symbolizing their status were also easy to recognize, not featuring dragons but honoring clouds.

Lin Yan handed the jade pendant to Mushroom (crossed out), to the young man, pointing to the auspicious clouds on it, “You really don’t remember? What about your name? Are you Yun Baibai or Yun Duoduo?”

The young man was stunned for a second by Lin Yan’s superb naming skills, then continued his earlier performance, “I don’t know, I can’t remember.”

“Alright.” Lin Yan twirled the tassel of the jade pendant, suddenly remembering the meaning of this jade pendant, and reluctantly took the jade pendant and stuffed it into the young man’s arms, “If you can’t remember, then forget it. Anyway, you must be from the royal family. After I clean up later, I’ll send you into the city. The royal physician’s skills are miraculous, and you…”

“Don’t want to.” The young man took the jade pendant out of his arms and threw it straight out, as if it wasn’t a jade pendant symbolizing royal status, but some kind of time bomb. He scooted closer to Lin Yan, begging in a distressed tone, “I don’t want to go back, don’t want to go back. I can do any kind of work, or… if Big Brother is afraid of trouble, I’ll leave now.”

“You remembered something?” Lin Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, scrutinizing the flustered young man.

“No, no.” The young man shook his head, muttering in a very soft voice, “But I’d rather beg for food than go back.”

The young man’s gloomy aura solidified, his whole body shrinking into a small ball.

When people are hurt, they block out parts of their memories to protect themselves. This skinny, small person was covered in injuries, the cuts on his face seeping blood because of his earlier movements, the calluses on his hands…

Lin Yan imagined a big drama for court.

“If you don’t want to go, then don’t go, if you can’t remember, then don’t think about it.” Lin Yan patted the young man on the back, softly comforting him.

The gloom surrounding the young man was dispelled a little. He tried to force out a smile, tugging on Lin Yan’s sleeve and shaking it, “Are you agreeing to let me stay? I eat very little, and I can do all kinds of work.”

Lin Yan was moved but refused.

All the developments were like an old-fashioned melodramatic novel, but Lin Yan didn’t think that by taking in a lost royal, he could form a powerful alliance and Big Murder Everywhere.

The person in front of him didn’t look like he was pretending to be weak, and as for himself…

Other transmigrators scheme, plot, and Big Murder Everywhere, but as for him, duck, lamb, into one Pot…

“I understand.” The young man nodded in disappointment, rising unsteadily, limping towards the door, “Thank you for saving my life, I’ll leave now.”

Thin clothes, a weak body, and a pace that stopped every few steps, Lin Yan felt that as soon as the young man went out, he would roll back into the snow.

“Forget it, forget it, you should recover first before you leave.” Lin Yan pressed the young man back onto the bed, self-reassuringly thinking that keeping him wouldn’t be a big deal.

“But… this is too much trouble.” The young man struggled to get up again, his strong and fragile appearance exactly like the white flower girl MC in a novel.

Lin Yan held him down, his gaze wandering around the room.

It was indeed troublesome. His backpack was under the bed, his cellphone and tablet were on the bedside, his feathered clothing was in the closet, and the solar charger was charging on the windowsill. Last night, the light was dim, and he was dizzy, so he hadn’t cared. But if they lived together day and night, this riddled disguise probably wouldn’t last three days.

Moreover, his current nightlife depended on his cellphone and tablet.

“I know you’re worried about your reputation.” The young man pointed to his nose, sighing, “This world is unfair to Ge’er can give birth, it’s really embarrassing for Big Brother. Does Big Brother have other rooms? The Wood Shed and storeroom are both fine.”

That’s right, he could just ask him to move out.

Lin Yan pointed to the west side, “Then you can move to That side of the Wood Shed and make do for a few days.”

The young man on the bed immediately got up, carefully keeping his distance from him.

“Also, I’m not a Ge’er.” Lin Yan pointed to the small mole on the left side of his nose, repeating what he had said countless times in the past three days, “This is just a normal mole, it’s different from the cinnabar mole on a Ge’er’s face.”

The young man moved closer to Lin Yan, carefully observing him for a long time.

That mole was smaller than the cinnabar moles on Ge’ers’ faces, and the color was also much darker, indeed somewhat different. But Lin Yan had fair skin, and he was handsome and refined. With this mole on his face, everyone would think he was a Ge’er.

The light from outside the window shone into the room. White, who was in the Corner of a wall, stretched lazily and walked gracefully to the two of them, meowing.

“What are you doing?” Lin Yan picked up White in confusion, and just as he was about to mutter something, his stomach rumbled.

Case solved, the cat was hungry, and so was he.

Lin Yan looked at the charger on the windowsill, then looked at the young man who was hugging his things, wholeheartedly trying to leave. The anxiety in his heart lessened a little.

What a well-behaved child, he definitely hadn’t noticed.

“I’ll go make food, you clean up first.” Lin Yan sent the young man to the Wood Shed, conveniently adding two pieces of Burning Charcoal to the charcoal basin.

The young man nodded obediently, limping to the bedside and skillfully tidying up the bed.

Lin Yan, who had already left, returned and, looking at the already cleaned bed, asked unwillingly, “So you still haven’t remembered your name, and you don’t know your background?”

“No.” The young man took a step back, his head buried low, “I’ll get better soon, and when I’m better, I’ll leave. Big Brother, don’t worry.”

“That’s not it.” Lin Yan just wanted to exchange names with the young man, but he didn’t expect to scare him again. The guilt in his heart increased, and his voice became even gentler, “My name is Lin Yan, that Black Cat is called White, so…”

“I… whatever Lin Big Brother decides is fine.”

The young man became lost again. Lin Yan, for the Nth time, visualized him as a big mushroom, and the name-abandoned Lin Yan blurted out, “Then I’ll call you Mushroom… cough, Mo Gu then.”

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