"Mr. Gu, I was wrong! I was wrong!" As soon as the words came out, Pang Yi realized that he had made a slip of the tongue. Can Gu Changlin be blamed for Zhong Mingwei's poisoning? Let's talk about fortune-telling, then Gu Changlin can't be blamed, and today is the time to talk about it. Pang Yi was too busy to apologize to Gu Changlin, "Mr. Gu, don't be angry. Just pretend I didn't say anything, just farted."
The corners of Gu Changlin's mouth twitched: "...then you have smoked me."
Pang Yi: "..."
Gu Changlin glared at Pang Yi angrily, and then looked back. Then he leaned over and asked Pang Yi in a low voice, "Why haven't you been seen these days?"
"My lord ordered me to follow my wife secretly," Pang Yi said uncomfortably, lowering his voice. "I'm afraid my wife won't think about it."
"Hmph. It's obvious that I drove people away because of my stature, but now I'm fine, and I'm worried again." Gu Changlin said angrily. He flung his sleeves and went down the mountain.
"Sir. Where are you going?" Pang Yi hurriedly chased after him and asked.
"Go and drink two cups. By the way, have a full meal," Gu Changlin sighed. "Since the girl left, I haven't had a solid meal for several days, old man."
Yes. Meiya was not at home, and there were three big men left with big eyes and small eyes, and none of them knew how to cook. Naturally enough these days.
"Oh, then you go early and come back early," Pang Yi nodded, and added, "Sir, don't you want to bring back some lotus heart or Kuding?"
"He's angry, I'm afraid he won't be able to go after drinking all the Lian Xin and Ku Ding in the world." Gu Changlin snorted coldly and went down the mountain.
Pang Yi sighed softly, paused, and then entered the door.
When Pang Yi entered the bedroom, Zhong Mingwei was lying on the kang with his back to him, staring at the hole in the window, not knowing what was so interesting about the hole, he just stared straight at it, his eyes All lost.
"Master." Pang Yi walked to the front of the kang and called softly.
"What about her?" Zhong Mingwei didn't move, still lying like this, staring at the hole with his eyes, "How is she doing today? Is she still just working in the field without talking?"
"No," Pang Yi said. He looked at Zhong Mingwei's disheveled hair, and when he spoke again, his voice lowered a lot, "Madam got up early this morning, and then came to the Great Lake with Mr. Chen to pick reed leaves."
"Reed leaf?" Zhong Mingwei blinked and murmured.
"Master, it's the Dragon Boat Festival tomorrow." Pang Yi reminded in a low voice.
"Yes, tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival." Zhong Mingwei said slowly, while gently pulling his lips.
On this day last year, for the first time in his life, he ate big steamed buns stuffed with pork and shepherd's purse. He had never eaten such a delicious steamed stuffed bun. It was obviously scorching hot and not delicate at all, but he couldn't stop at all. Mouth, eating one after another, and then burned the mouth, the feeling is actually similar to now, the whole mouth is painful and burning, but the mood is completely different.
He remembered that at that time, the girl stupidly explained that it was the Dragon Boat Festival, but they didn't eat zongzi, but ate baozi instead, it was really stupid.
He didn't think it was too stupid, but he was still thinking about zongzi while he was eating steamed stuffed buns. At that time, he and Meiya had known each other not long ago, so he was embarrassed to ask her for food and drink. Man, how dare you open your mouth to eat something from a teenage girl
Later, they became more and more acquainted, and Meiya gradually became the most important person in his life. He gradually had the nerve to ask her all kinds of things with the cheek, but the season of eating zongzi passed, He felt a little regretful, he only thought that in the coming year, he must coax Meiya to make more rice dumplings for him to satisfy his hunger.
Now it's the Dragon Boat Festival again, and it's time to eat zongzi again, but now, the person by her side is no longer him, and the zongzi made by those omnipotent hands is no longer for him .
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"Master," Pang Yi looked at the back of Zhong Mingwei's head, his lips were trembling for a long time, but he finally managed to say what was in his heart, "Master, if you regret it, I'll go and bring my wife back, sir, Even if you have... illnesses, Madam will never leave you, so don't... "
"Go down," Zhong Mingwei cut off Pang Yi's topic, and closed his eyes tiredly, "I'm tired."