Ling Wenjiao walked around the commercial street and didn't buy anything, and then when she went to the toilet, she found a young lady with a similar figure to herself, spent money to buy the clothes on the other party, and after changing her clothes, she packed the bag in a shopping bag, she wore a mask, put her hair down, braided a scorpion and walked out.

Sure enough, when she changed her image and hairstyle, she walked past Meng Yu, Bai Lianzhi and others in a low-key manner, and did not attract their attention.

After getting rid of a few of them, Ling Wenjiao quietly took a taxi and left the place.

Not long after, she was on another street a few kilometers away.

As soon as you get off the bus, there are all time-honored shops, the streets are relatively narrow, and the shop fronts are very small.

After Ling Wenjiao arrived here, two people followed here soon after.

Upon arriving at this place, Du Xiguang looked around, his eyes flickering.

Ling Wenjiao walked around the street, and then entered an alley, and in the depths of the alley there was an old Chinese medicine hall.

But the Chinese medicine hall was very deserted, and I didn't see anyone when I went in.

Ling Wenjiao swept around, and then found a bell hanging by the door, she grabbed the bell string and shook it.

"Jingle bell~~" A light bell sounded in the hall.

Although there was only a bell the size of a baby's fist hanging at the door, the sound filled the entire medical hall.

"Coming—coming—" A calm voice spoke in Cantonese from some corner, and then an old woman in a cheongsam walked out.

Don't look at this old woman's gray hair, there are a lot of wrinkles on her face, chain-type reading glasses are worn on her face, but the cheongsam on her body has no disobedience at all.

Although he is not young, the old man's figure is well maintained.

A seventy or eighty-year-old face pressed against a figure of forty or fifty years old.

It can be said that the temperament was taken care of by the elderly pavilion owner.

Yun Po, the owner of this medical hall, walked out with high heels, and when she saw a little girl standing in the hall, Yun Po's eyes under her glasses were stunned for a moment.

"Yo, pretty girl, do you need anything?" Yun Po held a folding fan in her hand, gently compared to the chair in the hall, and looked at her and asked.

Ling Wenjiao sat down in the position indicated to her, looked at Yun Po vaguely, and said to her in Cantonese for the first time after arriving here: "I heard that Yun Po is not only skilled in medicine, but also has a hand in regulating heart disease. I wonder if you can help me see if my heart disease can be removed?"

Yun Po, who was making tea for her, was slightly stunned when she heard her words, and then first stared at Ling Wenjiao up and down to observe, and then walked up and down with a teacup, staring at her face carefully.

Ling Wenjiao did not evade, and looked at her calmly after taking the teacup.

After staring at her for a while, Yun Po showed a trace of doubt and solemnity in her eyes.

She retreated, sat down in her place and looked at Ling Wenjiao thoughtfully: "You seem to have more than one knot. I don't know which one you're trying to solve?"

Ling Wenjiao looked at her directly and said, "Child." ”

When Yun Po heard her say this, she sighed softly. said: "This lock of yours is too deep, if you want to unlock this lock, you need to open the outer locks first." ”

She observed Ling Wenjiao's eyes before, and saw deep sadness, despair, hatred, murder, and persistence in her eyes.

This confused her, because she could see that this little girl was just the same age as her granddaughter, but her heart was full of holes, which was not like the heart that this age should have.

Generally, this kind of heart is the state that an elderly person can only have after experiencing all kinds of hardships in life.

This was the first time she had encountered such a situation.

When she heard that the knot that Ling Wenjiao wanted to untie was a child, Yun Po didn't have to guess that she must have lost a child, and there should be more than one.

The persistence in her eyes is the attachment to the child. It's rare that a girl of this age would value her children so much, and she is just an adult.

Ling Wenjiao looked at her and asked, "Is there any way?"

Yun Po opened the folding fan and fanned it gently, supported her glasses with her danqing-painted nails, looked at her and said, "The solution is very simple, it is to feel it with your heart." You have also developed a pair of discerning eyes, and you can see no worse than me. The main thing is that your heart is now blocked by your reason, and you have too many thoughts right now to get your heart to sense what you need. I've got a pair of pills here that you can take back and try. You wait for me for a while. ”

With that, she got up and went to the back hall.

Ling Wenjiao nodded, didn't say anything, sat there quietly and waited, and at the same time took out a thick envelope from her bag and put it on the coffee table next to her.

After a while, Yun Po walked out of the back hall, carrying a Chinese medicine bag in her hand, and walked over to her and handed it to her.

"Keep it for now, don't drink it now. When your mind is confused and you are anxious, boil and drink again, three times a day, three times a pack. ”

Ling Wenjiao took it and nodded at her: "Thank you, Yun Po." ”

After coming out of the old Chinese medicine hall, Ling Wenjiao looked at the Chinese medicine in her hand, and then put it in her bag.

After Ling Wenjiao left, Yun Po sat in her position with a calm expression: "Judging by her age, she shouldn't be twenty years old." How can there be such a deep knot in the heart? Sadness comes from the child, so what about despair and hatred? Could it be the father of the child? The heaviest thing is murder, where does such a strong murderous aura come from at such a young age?"

Just when Yun Po was puzzled, she saw two people walking in.

The two young men looked at Yun Po and greeted with a smile after coming in: "May I ask, is the girl who came in just now here to consult about heart disease?"

Yun Po put away the emotions in her eyes and looked at the two of them: "What's the point? Does it have anything to do with you?

Lin Mo said: "Of course it matters, this hall owner's aunt." That girl just now is my brother's sweetheart. He just wants to know about his sweetheart, this should be normal, right?"

Yun Po squinted at them and said, "Do you have a system for your words?

Du Xiguang looked at Yun Po and said bluntly: "You can not believe it, but I think you should be able to see that I really care about her." Really?"

Yun Po stood up and walked up to him while shaking her fan, staring into his eyes.

"It is said that the eyes are the window of the soul, and they are also the place where all thoughts are hidden. Whether I'm lying or not, you can tell from the eyes. Du Xiguang looked at Yun Po calmly and said.

Yun Po stared at him for a while, looked away, turned back to sit back in her chair and said, "Although what you said is right, my rule here is not to reveal the privacy of guests. Whether your intentions are good or bad, I won't break my own rules. ”