: The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the wandering son

Madam: "I heard that you are not willing to serve my son?"

Xia Anan: "Madam! I am a maid, and it is my duty to serve my master. No matter who the wife asks me to serve, I am willing. But I... don't want to be a family member for anyone!"

The lady's face turned darker: "Do you think you are wronged by Zhuo Ge'er's wife?"

"No!" Xia Anan said: "I wonder if my wife still remembers it. When you bought me, I said that I had drowned and lost my memory. But I did not lose my memory at all, I still remember a little."

This answer obviously surprised the lady.

"I can read and write. Sometimes I can vaguely think of it. The family seems to be a scholar." Xia Anan said, "The daughter of the scholar is a maid. I am afraid that if I can return to my parents in the future, it will slander them and insult the family."

The lady frowned and was about to speak, but unexpectedly, a voice suddenly came from outside the door: "This girl is so backbone!"

Xia Anan looked back and saw an extremely beautiful girl, with two maids, coming in slowly.

Before people arrive, the voice arrives first, and the smiles are full of grace and elegant.

The lady's expression froze and she smiled reluctantly: "Zhenzhen, why are you here?"

"Mother." The girl saluted to the lady and said, "Grandma asked me to come and discuss the birthday banquet with you. When I walked outside the door, I happened to hear the girl's words. Mother, there is really something like "amnesia" in this world? I thought it was made up by the man who wrote the script!"

The lady glanced at Xia Anan and said, "No! There is one realization! I can't even remember where my home is!"

The girl Zhenzhen sat next to her wife, looked up and down at Xia Anan, and said, "It doesn't look like she has done a rough job! You just said that you can still recognize and write?"

Xia Anan: "Yes."

"Then you write a few words to see." Miss Zhenzhen shouted, "Mei Ying, come here with the pen and ink."

Mei Ying took the pen and ink and spread a piece of paper on the couch.

Everyone in the room looked at Xia Anan.

Xia Anan has been studying Chinese painting since elementary school and often wins prizes for calligraphy. This is not a problem for her.

She went up and wrote two poems: The thread in the hands of a loving mother and the clothes on the wandering son.

The handwriting is neat and beautiful.

"You really know how to write! It seems like you have read books!" Miss Zhenzhen looked surprised, "You really don't remember anything?"

Xia Anan: "It's not that I can't remember anything. I can remember my own name, and there are some...silent scenes. However, I can't remember very specific things, such as the names of my parents and where I live."

Miss Zhenzhen: "I heard that you lost your memory after falling into the water. Then how did you fall into the water?"

Xia Anan: "I can't remember it."

Miss Zhenzhen nodded and looked at her wife, "Mother, how do you plan to place her?"

Xia Anan also looked at his wife with anticipation.

The wife of such a family must be a sensible person.

It shouldn't be difficult for her anymore...

It would be better to transfer her back here to serve...

However, the lady was silent for a moment and said, "Since that's the case, you are not suitable for us! Leave here, find a doctor to treat your brain well, and go find your parents!"

Xia Anan was a little surprised: "...ah? Leave? Madam, I didn't redeem my silver. The only copper plate on my body was picked up at the door..."
Chapter completed!