"There is a way, but it is the same as if there is no way," Gu Changlin was startled. Looking at him, he sighed, "Didn't I tell you all about it?"
Pang Yi lowered his head. He stared at the black and dirty snow under his feet for a long while. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Gu Changlin: "Sir, I can look for it, maybe I can find the antidote? No matter what, no matter if it takes ten or twenty years, I have to find it!"
"Where are you going to find it?" Gu Changlin couldn't help but sighed, "The formula that has been lost for a long time, you really came to the Western Regions. Could you find it? Okay. Even if you spend ten or twenty years, finally What's the use if you find it?" Gu Changlin turned his head and glanced at Zhong Mingwei and Meiya behind him. Turned back on one side. Shaking his head and talking to Pang. "Don't forget, Ming Wei is thirty-three this year."
"But..." Pang Yi gritted his teeth. The silver bell-like laughter of the girl came from behind, interrupting Pang Yi's words. Pang Yi couldn't continue speaking, but his hands clenched into fists suddenly.
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In the thatched cottage.
"Mr. Cheng, this is what the old man told you that day. The juniors in the family who plan to get married, the old man brings them here today, and you do the math for them." Gu Changlin went to the room and sat across the kang Said the old man who was smoking a pipe.
"See Mr. Process," Zhong Mingwei and Meiya bowed to the old man together, and when they looked up again, they saw that the old man was thin and frightening, with an ugly face, sunken eyes, and only a dry hole left. It looked like a skeleton, Zhong Mingwei was alright, but Meiya was so frightened that she cried out and threw herself into Zhong Mingwei's arms, "Ah!"
Zhong Mingwei was so busy that he hugged Meiya, and while patting her on the back lightly, he said to the old man: "The girl is timid, she didn't mean to offend Mr., please don't blame her."
"Hmph, although a blind man can't see, he also knows that she must be a girl who has never seen the world," the old man hummed, puffing on his cigarette, and hummed again, "I don't know which one is my date of birth?" ?”
Gu Changlin was so busy that he dragged Meiya to the front of the kang, and said to the old man, "Mr. Cheng, this is the kid, please excuse me."
"Bring it with your right hand." The old man said coldly, while looking at the cigarette pot, he put the cigarette pouch on the window sill, and stretched out his black hand.
Meiya looked at the wrinkled hand, she was terrified, but she still put her hand on it tremblingly, let the black hand touch her hand one after another, Meiya has never After this kind of experience, she only touched Zhong Mingwei's hand, and was only touched by Zhong Mingwei. At this time, being touched by this black and cold hand, Meiya trembled all over her body, and she couldn't help turning her head to look at Zhong Mingwei. .
Zhong Mingwei's complexion was not very good, but in the end he still nodded to Meiya, motioning for Meiya to bear with it, Meiya could only nod, and turned around again.
"Born in autumn and winter, its life is gold, its nature is strong, its emotion is strong, its taste is spicy, and its color is white." After touching it for a long time, the old man finally opened his mouth, half talking and half singing, "The flesh and blood of people who are rich in gold Comparable, fair face, high eyebrows and deep eyes, thin body, easy to attract evil winds to invade the body, the body is cold and needs maintenance."
Hearing what he said, Pang Yi couldn't help leaning into Zhong Mingwei's ear, and whispered: "Master, don't tell me, this is really accurate, what you said is not bad at all, it is indeed the person Mr. Gu is looking for .”
Zhong Mingwei also nodded, secretly thinking that Gu Changlin really found the right person, he didn't believe this, but at this time he listened very seriously, for fear of missing a word.
"Then when can I get married?" Meiya felt that the old man's words were accurate, and she didn't think the old man's appearance was scary at the moment, so she asked eagerly, "Sir, please figure it out for me."
"October eighteenth is an auspicious day." The old man said.
"Is there no other suitable date?" Meiya was stunned, and regardless of her embarrassment, she hurriedly asked again, "Is there any more suitable date? Sir, we want to get married early."
"The eighth day of May or the twenty-eighth day of June is fine," the old man murmured, and he was about to move his hand away, but his fingers suddenly stopped on Meiya's palm, and the black fingers squeezed again, and then The old man laughed, "This girl's life is really good."
"What's the best way?" Meiya hurriedly asked, turning her head and grinning at Zhong Mingwei, both happy and shy.
"It's good for a husband and wife to bring their children together, do you think it's good?" The old man said with a smile, while letting go of Meiya's hand, he said, "Girl, I have to wrap a big red envelope for me."