Driving on the highway, the entire roof of the car has been lowered, and the oncoming wind blows Gu Fan's hair that is not too long.

Some people say that the speed of the car is controlled at 60 kilometers per hour, and the hand sticks out of the window and is half-gripped, as if touching a woman's breasts. I don't know if it's true or not, but he's trying to feel like he's never felt before.

Gu Fan was very satisfied with the negotiation half an hour ago, and he no longer wanted to participate in the affairs of the rivers and lakes. Forget it, I don't belong there, and I can't carry such a heavy burden on my shoulders.

Not long after going down the mountain, Gu Fan received a call from his sister Gu Yue, and the school had already informed her to go back to class without giving an explanation.

"I'm grass, when I met a dick, I thought what I said on TV was true. An arrogant voice sounded from the side

Gu Fan looked at an open-top sports car, on which a young man was grabbing the breasts of a scantily clad beautiful woman next to him and smiling obscenely.

The beautiful girl grabbed the young man's hand and twisted her body shyly, "Hao Shao, don't be like this, it's not good for people to see." ”

Hao Shao licked his lips and rubbed it twice, "If you see it, you see it, it's just a dick." ”

Maybe it was because Hua Shao was too hard, the woman frowned and snorted softly, and the sound of ecstasy made Gu Fan shudder.

Hao Shao seemed to be unable to control his bath fire anymore, raised his middle finger at Gu Fan, stepped on the accelerator, and with a roar, opened the distance between the two cars.

Looking at the red sports car in front of him running away, Gu Fan said to himself a little sourly, "The eye sockets are sunken, the skin is dull, and the eyes are dull, can this guy still use it underneath?"

Ignoring the car that was driving away, Gu Fan took out a cigarette and lit it, "If you smoke such a good cigarette, you will have one less." ”

If Gu Fan has any nostalgia for the Secret Service, it must be this special red panda. Thinking of the Secret Service, it seems that there are two fools who have given up their good future to mess with themselves.

For Li Pengfei and Dong Fuchao, Gu Fan also has a headache, he is a doctor, what future can these two people have if they mix with him, and they can't live up to them if they want to follow Bai Laide.

The two martial artists, and they are also from the secret service, let them go out to be bodyguards with an absolute annual salary of more than 10 million, what can they give them? These are exactly what Gu Fan is worried about.

The more I thought about it, the more headache I had, and the speed of the car couldn't help but speed up a little. The cool breeze blew on his face, which made Gu Fan sober up a lot. The two of them can't be satisfied financially, so they can only improve their strength. As for whether they were specially arranged by the wolf's lair, it actually doesn't matter, if so, it should be a contribution to the country, no, forget it, but there is a trace of guilt in my heart.

Gu Fan didn't know how much his choice today would affect him in the future.

Back in the city, seeing that it was still early, Gu Fan drove to the medicinal herb street. Although Gu Feng's voice was here, he had never come.

After parking the car, Gu Fan had only more than 100 yuan left in his pocket and wanted to buy some medicinal materials and allocate some medicines for Li Pengfei and the others. As for whether to go to Gu Feng to get the money, it was really within the scope of his consideration.

The medicinal herb street is very long, about more than 1,000 meters, and both sides of the street are antique old-fashioned tile houses, highlighting the civilization of ancient China.

Not all herbs are sold in shops, and some retail households who cannot afford to rent a storefront will set up a stall in the middle of the street to sell some of the herbs they have grown or collected. Most of these medicinal herbs are not very good and in poor condition because of the collection or planting reasons.

For a Chinese medicine practitioner, and a Chinese medicine practitioner like Gu Fan, he has high requirements for medicinal materials, even a little flaw, he can't accept it.

It is necessary to achieve medicinal efficacy, but also can not have flaws, such medicinal materials are rare. Even if you occasionally encounter one or two plants, and the price is high, it is difficult to kill this shy Gu Fan.

After walking all the way down, he was almost at Gu Feng's shop, sighed, and finally had to choose some medicinal materials in his shop.

Gu Fan stood at the door of his store and looked up at the name of the store, pouting, this name is basically the same as the name of the clinic opened by his grandfather, Gu's Chinese Medicine Museum. Can this name be more cheesy? Look at how domineering the names of other people's shops are, what kind of medicine saints, medicine kings have a lot of them, and the most inferior ones are Baicao Pavilion and the like.

Walking inside, Gu Fan looked at the shop, and there were some common medicinal herbs in a hemp bag at the door, which was used to attract people's attention. The shop has more than 100 square meters, and the glass display case visits these precious medicinal materials, such as tiger bones, tiger whips, cordyceps, saffron and other precious medicinal materials. As for whether it is a real tiger bone, bear bile has to be picked up and studied carefully.

Seeing that the guests came to the door, they were sleepy, Xiao Er hurriedly stepped forward to say hello, "Sir, I don't know what medicinal herbs you need to buy?"

Gu Fan looked left and right, "Is your boss here?"

Xiao Er looked Gu Fan up and down, "I don't know what Mr. is looking for our boss?"

Gu Fan headquarters said, I am the son of your boss, I have been short of money recently, come to the store for some free medicinal materials. Just as he was thinking about the wording, he heard Gu Feng's voice behind him, "Gu Fan, didn't you say you were on a business trip in the morning?"

Gu Fan turned around and said with some embarrassment, "Oh, there is a patient whose condition has delayed the flight. ”

Gu Feng looked at his son and nodded, "Why did you think about coming to the store today?"

The shopkeeper watched the father and son standing there chatting, and after a careful observation, he found that the two looked three or four points alike.

Gu Feng pulled his son to sit down, asked the shopkeeper to pour Gu Fan a cup of tea, and took a sip of it with a thermos cup.

Gu Fan looked at Gu Feng embarrassedly, "I want to buy some Chinese medicine, don't you think that I have a pharmacy at home?"

Hearing Gu Fan's words, Gu Feng laughed, and after introducing Gu Fan to every employee in the store, he asked in an elegant tone, "Gu Fan, you have studied Chinese medicine with the old man for more than ten years, how about you take a look at the medicinal materials I have here?"

The father was attentive to his son, and Gu Fan had no choice but to go down, walked to the medicine cabinet, casually opened a drawer, grabbed a few tablets of medicine from it, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it, "Bai Peony is a little damp." ”

Gu Feng frowned, walked to Gu Fan's side, picked up a piece of white peony and broke it gently, his voice was crisp, but the medicinal herbs had a trace of willfulness. Nodding, "It's a little damp." ”

Since he knew that the medicinal materials were damp, Gu Fengbian arranged for the men to quickly move the medicinal materials in the medicine cabinet out to dry, and the long-term moisture would not only affect the efficacy of the medicine, but also make the medicinal materials moldy.

"The time for baking Eucommia ulmoides is not enough, and the medicinal effect can only exert seven or eight percent. Gu Fan opened the cabinet of medicinal herbs one by one and sat down to comment.

At the end of the review, Gu Feng's old face turned red, and he hurriedly stepped forward to stop it, fortunately, there was no one in the store, if he let those purchasers who had been crawling in the Chinese medicine market for many years know, his signboard would be smashed.

A few guys in the shop looked at Gu Fan in disbelief, he just put the medicinal herbs on the tip of his nose and smelled them, or he could taste them to know the medicinal properties of the medicinal herbs and which step in the cooking went wrong, was it too mysterious.

Don't say how long your group of people have been in this industry, but there are only three or four years of few, and they can't judge so clearly like Gu Fan.

Is it nonsense or nonsense? It's impossible, haven't you seen Gu Feng's embarrassed appearance? Obviously, what Gu Fan said was right.

Gu Feng is engaged in the trading of Chinese medicinal materials, and there are several time-honored brands on this street, and there are few people on this street who can compare with the level of judging the efficacy of medicinal materials.

Gu Fan clapped his hands and beat the medicinal herbs on his hands, "The medicinal materials here are still good all day long, after all, the current medicinal materials are all cut and baked by machines, unlike those old craftsmen who made them by themselves." There will be certain differences in the natural efficacy and medicinal properties. ”

Thinking of the older generation who really made a living by picking herbs and frying medicinal materials, Gu Fan couldn't help but sigh that now things are all mechanized, and convenience is convenient, but it has also lost a lot of ancient things.

Just like the dematerialized heritage, many people are unable to support their families normally because they can't make money, and they have gradually disappeared from our field of vision, and can only be seen in some scenic spots or some specific places. What is a legacy, what the ancestors left behind, that is called a legacy. These legacies are disappearing from our vision, and perhaps in the near future they will disappear forever from our vision.

Most of today's young people learn what Western musical instruments, such as piano, violin, guitar, saxophone, etc., not to mention the high cost, how many people can really play on stage?

A few days ago, I watched a movie "Shining Girl" when I was on vacation, the name is not good, but the plot is definitely good, the collision of Chinese and Western musical instruments, that feeling is called music.

As the old saying goes, a thousand-year-old pipa and a thousand-year-old kite, an erhu will be pulled for a lifetime, and the whole play will be locked. The two-string erhu can play a person's life, no better than the four-string violin?

Gu Fan still remembers when he was a child, the people in the town would invite the local opera troupe to sing a play for weddings and funerals, but now? This made him puzzled, love is sweet and sad, but how can you sing like you want to love when you die, how many lovers are there really like this? Anyway, he can't get used to listening to it, but he still thinks old songs are more flavorful.

Some people may say that Gu Fan has broken away from society, and a slut is hypocrisy. Perhaps, his thinking is too conservative.

When Gu Fan was a child studying Western literature, the old man picked up the book and looked at it, and said with a look of disgust, "Our 5,000-year-old Chinese civilization is not as broad and profound as the civilization of the West for several hundred years?

Gu Zheng's words directly made Gu Fan give up the idea of reading Western literature books, why? Because he once took an audio-visual teaching class, Baidu Baidu fed the people in the Red Mansion, and after returning home, he directly tore the Western literature he had just bought as a wrapper.