Chapter 21 - 15 I Know
Fu Tinghan's gaze fell on her leg, and Zhao Hanzhang smiled and explained, "It's not a big problem, I'll be able to walk on it in a few days."
It's just a sprain and a bone fracture; it hardly hurts now and I can limp around. But first, I'm afraid of putting extra burden on the injured leg; second, limping looks unsightly; and third, it's purely for comfort, so I'd rather be carried than walk.
Zhao Hanzhang sat on the sedan chair while Fu Tinghan sat on a low stool, making conversation a bit inconvenient due to the distance.
Zhao Hanzhang gestured for him to come closer, and Fu Tinghan got up and walked over, looking down at her.
Zhao Hanzhang leaned in and quietly asked, "Why haven't you been talking? The steward mentioned you had a head injury?"
She looked worriedly at the bandage around his forehead and asked softly, "You... don't have his memories?"
Fu Tinghan listened to her words with a somewhat peculiar expression, "Teacher Zhao, you speak Classical Chinese?"
And such pure Classical Chinese at that.
He also lowered his voice and said, "I have memories. If I consciously try, most of them slowly emerge. Unconsciously, when I see familiar people, related memories come up as well, but..."
"But having memories doesn't mean I can immediately have everything of his," Fu Tinghan said. "I tried speaking, but the accent is very different."
Because I have the memories, I can understand them, and given that China's Classical Chinese isn't too different, with so many students under me from all over the country, I've heard various local dialects and accents.