I became the matchmaker between my father and wife - Chapter 176

"What? Is it hard to answer?" Seeing the two of them staring at each other nervously, I couldn't help but chime in, pretending to be very curious and innocent as I asked.
"This...no...the reason...I'll gradually...gradually remember after I'm discharged from the hospital..." The father forced a smile that looked more like a grimace as he stammered an explanation, ultimately dodging the question and avoiding a direct answer. Xiaoying, standing to the side with her head down, had stopped refusing and appeared very nervous and helpless.
“Honey, don’t rush, we’ll remember slowly… we’ll remember eventually… I’m afraid you won’t be able to accept telling you too much at once…” My father didn’t answer. I looked at Xiaoying, and after I stared at her for a while, she finally stammered out a reply. At this moment, I ruined the appetite of both of them for breakfast.
Judging from their expressions, I figured they would find many excuses to refuse to answer if I pressed them further, so I didn't pursue the matter. Around noon, Aunt Zhang and my parents-in-law arrived, and Xiaoying and her father finally had time to go home to wash up and change their clothes. My father and Xiaoying left the hospital at the same time, but they didn't return to the same place; Xiaoying went back to our house, and my father went back to his island.
My mother-in-law and Aunt Zhang looked at me, wiping away tears. Although they weren't related to me by blood, they were the only people who made me feel that there was still warmth in the world. I ate the lunch that my mother-in-law and Aunt Zhang had made for me, "foolishly." Their cooking skills were different, and the taste was different, but both were so delicious and fresh.
"Aunties, could you tell me how I lost my memory? What happened to me? How did I end up in the hospital?" Having found no answers with Xiaoying and my father, I could only look to Aunt Zhang and my mother-in-law for answers. At the same time, I also needed to verify whether my father and Xiaoying had told them the truth, and what kind of lies they had used to deceive them.
"It's all because you were careless. Your father is the same; he's so old and he still lets you fool around. Sigh..." Aunt Zhang's complaints, just like that night, finally turned into a sigh.
"Before you lost consciousness, a lot happened. Simply put, your father and Sister Zhang were getting married soon, but Sister Zhang wasn't there that day; it was just you, Xiaoying, and your father. You and your father drank a lot that day, and fueled by alcohol, you insisted on using Sister Zhang's wedding dress to relive your wedding with Xiaoying. Xiaoying wore the wedding dress, and you wore your own suit. You two took selfies all over the island, and even asked your father to take pictures for you. Finally, fueled by alcohol, you went to the edge of a cliff to take selfies, and because you were drunk and lost your balance, you and Xiaoying both fell into the water. Luckily, your father was watching you the whole time; you fell into the water right at the edge of the cliff. Finally, your father called the police..." While calling for help, they summoned other people on the island who were good swimmers. Thankfully, during Xiaoying's fall, her wedding dress was too long and snagged on the tree roots on the cliff face, slowing her descent. Although she fell into the water, she was mostly unharmed, though her dress was torn. "You weren't so lucky. You fell directly into the river, headfirst. The water was too shallow near the cliff, and your head hit a pebble on the bottom, resulting in this... Sigh... It was just so careless, and so coincidental... Drinking too much alcohol can really kill people. You should drink less in the future..." In the end, it was my mother-in-law and I who explained, and at the end, she also warned my father-in-law to drink less alcohol.
After hearing my mother-in-law's "explanation," my mind went completely blank. Was this the explanation my father and Xiaoying gave to others? Although the explanation didn't match the truth, some details weren't lied about, such as Xiaoying wearing Aunt Zhang's wedding dress, me wearing my own suit, Xiaoying and I being on the edge of a cliff, us falling off, us falling into the water… everything else was fake. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. This was probably the explanation my father came up with, and Xiaoying was in the hospital at the time, so of course she tacitly agreed to my father's deceptive lies. Otherwise, without Xiaoying's cooperation, how could my parents-in-law and Aunt Zhang have believed it?
While I, who knows the truth, would certainly scoff at this explanation, it might fool those unaware of the facts. Besides inwardly wry smiles and contempt, all I could do was remain bewildered and silent in the face of these people. At that moment, I thought of my job. I decided to leave home; I no longer cared about my work or my workplace.
After staying in the hospital for a few days, I prepared to be discharged. There was no particular reason; I just didn't like the hospital environment. Every day I saw people recovering and happily leaving the hospital, but I also frequently heard and saw the families of other patients crying their hearts out because their patients had died.
Before being discharged from the hospital, as advised by the doctors, I was advised to rest quietly for a period of time, allow myself to slowly recover my lost memories, and take care of my mental state. Before this, my former supervisors and colleagues visited me, and my former employer decided to give me a "leave of absence without pay," which is the best treatment one can receive for someone with amnesia.
Surrounded by my family, I returned home with mixed feelings. The moment I stepped inside, my eyes darted around the house. This wasn't feigned; it was a natural reaction. Soon, I would be leaving this home, this home I knew so intimately. Everything was the same as before. My wedding photo with Xiaoying still hung on the wall, showing us so sweetly, and the vows we made. But everything was gone.
I couldn't help but touch every item I had ever used, feeling the warmth and presence I had left behind. At the same time, I felt a great sense of reluctance, after all, this was my home. My parents-in-law, Aunt Zhang, my father, and Xiaoying all watched me quietly, without disturbing me. Perhaps they all thought I was searching for my memories, unaware of my true feelings at that moment.
Not long after, my parents-in-law, Aunt Zhang, and my father exchanged a few words of advice and then went home. During my illness, many things had already been delayed, including my father and Aunt Zhang's wedding. I decided to put things on hold for now, at least until after my father and Aunt Zhang's wedding, before implementing my plans. After all, Aunt Zhang was innocent, and she had been so good to me. Although I would ultimately hurt her, at least I could fulfill her wish in her later years by letting her and my father have their wedding.
Everyone had left, leaving only Xiaoying and me in the house. I sat quietly on the sofa, having no desire to watch TV. I simply sat there with my eyes closed, making plans, while Xiaoying started tidying up the house. She would occasionally say something to me, seemingly trying to make me, in my amnesia, feel closer to her. I responded only half-heartedly, remaining mostly silent. Although my eyes were closed, my hearing wasn't failing; I could hear Xiaoying's sighs and uneven breathing. Perhaps speaking to me now would be torture for her, since I was now like a stranger to her.
"Honey, what do you want to eat tonight? I'll make it for you... Or how about we eat out?" After tidying up the house, Xiaoying and I sat side by side. Then she leaned against me, hugged my arm, and said sweetly.
"Plain noodles..." I replied "out of touch with reality." Upon hearing my answer, Xiaoying was clearly taken aback. Plain noodles? Is that what you call a meal?
"Honey...you...did I hear that right? Plain noodles? How do you make that?" Xiaoying, being from the city, probably hadn't heard of plain noodles before. Almost everyone in the countryside knows it's the simplest, most basic dish, but also the most bland and tasteless.
"Just boil the noodles in water, don't put anything in..." I opened my eyes and glanced at Xiaoying as she answered.
"Then...then how are you going to eat it? It doesn't taste like anything..." Xiaoying seemed very confused, completely unable to keep up with the pace of my brain.
"The point is to make it taste completely numb... Go and cook it..."
"Okay, I'll do whatever you say, husband..." Xiaoying smiled, but there was a bitter taste in her smile. Perhaps my unusual words and actions gave her a very bad feeling.
A little while later, Xiaoying finished cooking the noodles. We each had a bowl, and I started eating first. I remember when I was little, plain noodles were considered a decent meal; at least they were made of noodles. Plain noodles, served with soybean paste or pickled vegetables, tasted delicious back then. But this time, I didn't have anything with them; I just ate the plain noodles without any flavor. Perhaps these noodles best reflected my current mood, allowing me to feel my emotions through taste. I didn't taste that warm feeling from my childhood in these plain noodles; they just tasted very bitter, perhaps reflecting the bitterness in my heart.
Xiaoying tried a bite of plain noodles, then frowned. Perhaps she hadn't expected noodles to be eaten this way, and having grown up in a privileged environment, she probably had never tasted anything so unpleasant. After one bite, Xiaoying's gaze drifted to the kitchen; perhaps she thought that even without a gravy, some other sauce would be nice. But then she glanced back at me, who was enjoying her noodles immensely, and forced herself to eat, following my lead, bite by bite. I didn't know what Xiaoying meant by the taste of the noodles—was it bitter?
We ate this unusual dinner with mixed feelings, and as the night wore on, it was time to rest. There was no way around it; the doctor had instructed me to get plenty of rest to allow my brain to recover as quickly as possible. Although my amnesia was fake, the brain injury was real. Xiaoying was tidying up the bedding in our bedroom, changing it into brand new sheets, perhaps symbolizing our fresh start. But…
"Honey, come to sleep... The doctor said you need to rest well..." Xiaoying made the bed, arranged the two pillows, changed into her pajamas, and left the room...
"Shall we share a bed?" I asked the question with utter innocence. In truth, I really didn't want to share a bed with Xiaoying. Every time I thought of the moment when Xiaoying helped her father put on his wedding dress on the island, I felt like I had swallowed a fly.
"Ah... Husband... husband, we're husband and wife, of course we should sleep in the same bed..." Xiaoying was taken aback by my sudden question. A hint of embarrassment flashed across her face, she seemed at a loss, and there was tension, panic, and a trace of sadness buried in her eyes...
“But I don’t want to sleep in the same bed with anyone else. I’ll sleep in the next room…” I replied, and walked towards my father’s former room. But I couldn’t move after just one step. It was then that I remembered. The next room was my father’s room. Regardless of whether the sheets and blankets had been changed, that room was filled with the lingering scent of Xiaoying and my father’s lovemaking. Wouldn’t it be the same if I went to that room? Suddenly, I realized that this place that used to be my home no longer had a place for me.
I stood there, unsure what to do. I turned to look at Xiaoying and saw that she had collapsed to the ground, tightly hugging my leg with one arm, her other hand covering her mouth, crying her heart out. She didn't say a word; all her pent-up emotions seemed to have been released at that moment…

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