Seeing Feng Jiahui say this, Ge Dongxu couldn't interfere, so he could only shake his head and prepare to sit down. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Ahem, let's, let him come. However, Feng Lao coughed breathlessly and pointed at Ge Dongxu.

"Dad, he's just a high school student, in case he doesn't have a serious ......," Feng Jiahui couldn't help but say a little anxiously.

Because the things that Ge Dongxu talked about with Feng Lao involved the private affairs of Feng Lao for many years, there were only Ge Dongxu and her in the room, and there were no nursing staff to accompany them, as for Tang Yiyuan, after he went back with him, he didn't come up together.

Since he has nothing to do with the recipe of Qinghe herbal tea, it is naturally difficult for him to enter and leave this courtyard casually.

But Feng Lao still just pointed at Ge Dongxu out of breath.

Feng Jiahui knew his father's temper, so he didn't dare to disobey it, so he had to explain with a serious expression: "You pay attention, don't be light or heavy." ”

Ge Dongxu frowned, and said with a slight dissatisfaction: "I know medical skills, I know how to do it." ”

Just kidding, if it weren't for Feng Lao being an old revolutionary he respected, with Feng Jiahui's attitude, he wouldn't have been willing to make a move!

Not to mention that she was born in a wealthy family, as far as the position she is sitting in now, many people only look up, and how could she have been refuted by a high school student with such a frown, her face couldn't help showing a trace of anger, and she wanted to have a seizure, but when she saw her father glaring at her, she finally reluctantly let go, and her eyes glanced at Ge Dongxu sternly.

As a cultivator, what he explores is the way of immortality, the way of flying away from the sky, and the way of overwhelming mountains and seas, Ge Dongxu seems to be friendly on the surface, like a big boy next door, but in his bones he has the arrogance of a cultivator, how can he be intimidated by Feng Jiahui's glance? Not only was he not frightened, but he glanced back at Feng Jiahui lightly, almost making Feng Jiahui vomit blood in anger.

In this year, only the young man in front of him dared to ignore her so much.

Walking behind the old man, Ge Dongxu did not pat the old man's back, but gently rubbed it on the Dingchuan point on his cervical vertebrae, and put his other hand on the Tiantu point in the center of the suprasternal fossa and rubbed it lightly at the same time.

Seeing Ge Dongxu put his hand on the old man's cervical vertebrae and suprasternal fossa, Feng Jiahui's face changed suddenly, and he immediately shouted, "What are you going to do?"

"It's supposed to be asking what you're going to do? Shouting, didn't your father teach you how to be hospitable?" It was not Ge Dongxu who answered Feng Jiahui, but Feng Lao's angry voice.

Full of breath, not at all like an old man who couldn't even breathe just now.

"Dad, are you okay?" Feng Jiahui's eyes widened when she saw this, and she forgot that her father scolded her for not knowing how to be hospitable.

"With this little brother making a move, what can I do!, and I don't apologize to him!" Feng Lao said with a calm face.

Feng Jiahui realized that his father was angry, and suddenly showed a sincere and frightened expression.

Life is like that, when she gains something, sometimes she has to lose something. In ordinary people's homes, it is normal for a father to reprimand his children, and sometimes it even gives people a warm feeling, because it is like a family. But in political giants such as the Feng family, Feng Lao's reprimand often gives another layer of meaning, so that Feng Jiahui and others as children dare not look at their father's reprimand from the perspective of ordinary children since they were young.

Even if the elderly have long since retired to their homes, this situation has not changed much.

Seeing that Feng Lao was angry, Feng Jiahui, who was already in her early forties, was so frightened, Ge Dongxu was a little reluctant, and hurriedly said: "Grandpa Feng, don't be angry, Aunt Feng didn't expect me to understand medical skills at such a young age, and I didn't say in advance that I would knead the asthma and Tiantu acupoints." ”

"Hmph!" Hearing this, Old Feng's face slowed slightly, glared at his daughter, and then looked at Ge Dongxu with a kind smile, and said again: "Who passed on this herbal tea recipe to you?"

"It's the first teacher!" Ge Dongxu replied, a trace of sentimentality flashing in his eyes.

Ge Hong is the founder of Taoist herbal tea, but many recipes have been lost, but this Qinghe herbal tea recipe has been passed down, and Ren Yao also passed it on to Ge Dongxu at that time. When Ge Dongxu thought of doing herbal tea business, he looked through several herbal tea recipes in his mind, and finally chose Qinghe herbal tea.

"I'm sorry for reminding you of something sad, but with all due respect, I have to ask you, have you ever heard your master mention your ancestor?" Hearing this, a trace of disappointment and apology flashed in Feng Lao's eyes, but he still opened his mouth to ask.

In Feng Lao's opinion, his benefactor is at least thirty years older than him, and if he is still alive now, he will be more than a hundred years old, Ge Dongxu is definitely not his heir at such a young age, and it may be possible for him to be his disciple. Originally, it was most appropriate to ask his master for this kind of thing, but he didn't expect Ge Dongxu to be young, but his master had already passed away.

"May I ask Grandpa Feng why he cares so much about Qinghe herbal tea?" Ge Dongxu asked instead of answering.

This question has been haunting his mind since he came.

"Because I drank this tea when I was younger. The old man showed a reminiscing expression on his face, and said: "I was twelve years old that year, I was seriously ill, and I didn't eat for a few days, and I was sure to die, but then a middle-aged Taoist priest came, he rescued me, and then took care of me, during which I drank the herbal tea he boiled, which is the taste of Qinghe herbal tea." By the way, he also taught me how to meditate and breathe, and if it weren't for the method of meditation and breathing, maybe I would not be in this world a long time ago. I always wanted to find him, but unfortunately he didn't leave his name at that time, and there was no way to find him. Later, the age was far away, and it was even more impossible to find it. This incident has always been a regret in my heart. Oh, by the way, I vaguely remember that he had a small mahogany sword and a gossip furnace pendant hanging from his waist. ”

After Feng Lao finished speaking, Ge Dongxu already knew who he was talking about, his eyes couldn't help but be a little red, he took out the wallet, and then took out a yellowed photo from the wallet.

The photo shows a white-haired Taoist priest holding a child wearing patched clothes.

This is the only photo taken by Ge Dongxu and his master, and Ge Dongxu has always taken it with him.

"Is it him?" asked Ge Dongxu, with a trembling voice.

"It's him! It's him! How can you have a picture of him?" Although many years had passed, although Feng Lao had seen Ren Yao in middle age at that time, he still recognized the white-haired old Taoist priest at a glance as his benefactor, the benefactor who passed on his meditation and breath.

"The child he was holding was me!" Ge Dongxu burst into tears.

"It's you! You're a benefactor's disciple!" Feng Lao was shocked when he heard this, and then trembled slightly to get up from his wheelchair, and two lines of old tears rolled down from his old eyes, which were already getting cloudy. (To be continued.) )