Chapter 445

"There's a way, but it's the same as no way," Gu Changlin said, looking at him and sighing. "Haven't I told you everything?"

Pang Yi lowered his head and stared at the dirty snow under his feet. For a while, he suddenly looked up at Gu Changlin: "Sir, I can find it. Maybe I can find the antidote? No matter what, no matter what it takes for ten or twenty years, you have to find it! "

"Where are you going to find it?" Gu Changlin couldn't help sighing, "you are really in the western regions. Can you find the formula that has been lost for a long time? Well, even if you spend ten or twenty years finding it, what's the use? " Gu Changlin looks back at Zhong Mingwei and Meiya behind him. He turns back and shakes his head and says to Pang, "don't forget that Mingwei has already been thirty-three this year."

"But..." Pang Yi clenched his teeth, and then came the girl's silver bell like laughter, which interrupted Pang Yi's words. Pang Yi could not say any more, but his hands suddenly clenched into fists.

……

In the thatched cottage.

"Mr. Cheng, that's what I told you that day. I'm going to marry the younger generation of my family. I'll bring them here today, and you'll give them two figures." Gu Changlin walked to the room, facing the old man who was smoking a cigarette bag sitting on the Kang.

"See Mr. process," Zhong Mingwei and Meiya bow to the old man and salute him. When they look up again, they see the old man's thin and scary face, ugly and sunken eyes. There is only a dry hole left. At first glance, it looks like a skeleton. Zhong Mingwei is OK, but Meiya is scared and screams, and then he falls into Zhong Mingwei's arms. "Ah!"

Zhong Mingwei was so busy that he hugged Meiya, patted her on the back, and said to the old man, "the girl is timid. She didn't mean to bump into her husband. Please don't blame him."

"Hum, although the blind can't see it, they know it must be a girl who hasn't seen the world." the old man hummed, puffing and puffing the cigarette, while humming again, "I don't know which one is born with eight characters."

Gu Changlin hurriedly led Meiya to the Kang and said to the old man, "Mr. Cheng, this is the boy. Please."

"Right hand." The old man said coldly. He looked at the pot, put the bag on the windowsill, and held out his black hand.

Meiya looks at the wrinkled hand and is scared to death, but she still puts her hand on it with trembling. She touches her hand with a touch. Meiya has never had such experience. She only touched zhongmingwei's hand and zhongmingwei's hand. At this time, Meiya is touched by this black and cold hand. Meiya's whole body All followed the tremor, and she could not help turning her head to see Zhong Mingwei.

Zhong Mingwei's face is not very good, but in the end, he nods to Meiya to show her patience. Meiya only nods and turns around.

"Born in autumn and winter, the life belongs to gold. It's rigid, passionate, spicy and white." after a while, the old man finally opened his mouth, half said and half sang, "Jinsheng's flesh and bones are matched, his face is white, his eyebrows are high and his eyes are deep, his body is thin and small, which is easy to be invaded by evil wind. How cold his body is, it needs to be maintained."

When Pang Yi heard this, he couldn't help but reach Zhong Mingwei's ear and whisper, "don't tell me, sir. It's quite accurate. It's not bad at all. It's really the person Mr. Gu asked for."

Zhong Mingwei also nodded, secretly saying that Gu Changlin was really looking for the right person. He didn't believe these things, but at this time, he listened very carefully for fear of missing a word.

"Then when can I marry?" Meiya also thought that the old man was right. At present, she didn't think that the old man looked scary. She asked Baba, "Sir, please calculate for me."

"Good day of the 18th National Congress of October." Said the old man.

"Is there no other suitable day?" Meiya is stunned, but she doesn't care about her embarrassment. She is so busy that she asks again, "is there any more time to move forward? We want to get married early, sir. "

"May 8th, June 28th," the old man said to himself, as he was about to open his hand, but his fingers suddenly stopped in the palm of Meiya's hand. The black fingers pinched again, and then the old man laughed. "This girl's life is so good."

"What's a good way?" Meiya hurriedly asked, and turned back to Zhong Mingwei and grinned. She was happy and shy.

"Do you think it's a good idea to have your wife and children together?" The old man said with a smile, spreading Meiya's hand, and then said, "girl, I need to pack a big red bag."