"Named him the king of Fenyang, known as Chitose... Only then did he allow our golden branch girl to be his son's wife. ”

The drama is surrounded, enduring, the two old guys are moisturized, taking advantage of the madrigal's bleeding outside, they tinkered with the sound equipment for a long time, and finally put a disc of their favorite Yue opera "Hitting the Golden Branch" Put it out, this dish Lao Zengtou can be looking for a long time, from the regular big disc shop to the old audio and video that has been in business for many years have not been found, but found it in a small shop on a street corner, at that time Lao Zengtou just went in with the attitude of giving it a try, the store is small and pitiful, and his feet can't move a few steps, and there is always a "uh-huh-hmm" behind the dark curtain The voice made his old face red, but fortunately, the boss there was very smart and enthusiastic, and he did not let Lao Zeng come to two plates, but took him to a small corner that had accumulated a lot of dust, and in the corner was an inconspicuous iron platform, with all the Peking Opera and Yue Opera on it, and the well-known and unpopular ones were available, but it made the old Zeng leader dizzy, and finally chose several plates, took out his own dingling pocket, and silently put the rest of the dishes back, leaving a favorite "Hitting the Golden Branch" As for the reason, according to the enthusiastic boss, the most important thing to do is to be suitable for all ages.

"Old ghost, I think you're going to die of this disease. Lao Yang Tou hummed a few words in a hoarse singing voice, and while standing and talking, he hit Lao Zengtou without backache.

"If you want me to die, I'm going to hold on. Lao Zengtou refused to admit defeat, "Even if I die soon and my daughter is still there, at least she will definitely accompany me until I die." ”

"Uncle, don't always say anything dead, unlucky. Madrigal walked in with a porcelain bowl with crimson peonies attached, and he didn't know what he was doing, his face was as white as an RB geisha with makeup, and he didn't have a little anger.

"Young man, did you fall into the ice cave?" Old Yang was so shocked that he almost bit his tongue, "How did you do this?"

"Nothing, nothing. Madrigal put down the bowl and scratched his head honestly, "I'm just tired." ”

"I see you haven't done anything, why are you so unsturdy?" said the old Zengtou, "there are some things to be tempered." ”

"Yes, yes... I will. Pastoral greeted him with a smile on his face, but he was secretly slandering himself in his heart, "Temper a fart, I will see if you are bleeding horizontally or vertically if you bleed twice a day." ”

Pastoral Ge now has nowhere to vent the fire in his belly, but he was pit by Grandma Tan again this time, and now he sees the bowl of blood on the table, and his heart twitches, and he can't say the bitterness.

"Sooner or later, my hands will be cut by her, like weaving straw hats......" Madrigal thought to herself.

"What did you put there?" Old Yang pointed to the blood that Mu Ge had just put on the table, and poked his head curiously.

"This is medicine, uncle. Madrigal winked at him, and motioned to him for something here, but tears were about to be squeezed out, and the old fellow remained indifferent.

Pastoral only helped the old Yang head up from the position, and with a glance at the old Zeng Tou's thief eyebrows, he mysteriously brought the old Yang head to the bowl, and gradually appeared on his face after the distortion of the pastoral's imagination covered the old Yang Tou's mouth as quickly as possible, and then explained it again with an extraordinary speed of speech, and in the end, he was afraid that the old man's ears would not be able to hear clearly, and he repeated it again as clever as he was, like an old lady arguing with the vendor in the vegetable market for a corner or two.

"Aren't you trying to scare him to death?" Old Yang frowned slightly.

"I know, so as long as Uncle Zeng can't see it!" said Madrigal, "I don't think it's a difficult task, right?"

Old Yang Tou fell into deep thought, his brows furrowed even tighter, after a while, he muttered something to himself, stopped talking, and went back and forth a few times, the ideological struggle was over, his brows twisted into a ball unfolded, and finally said seriously, "Do you want me to feed him sleeping pills or give him a punch?"

"Feed sleeping pills...... Or give him a punch......" Pastoral was stunned for a moment, "Uncle, this one, it seems to be ...... Not proper, I mean, you just blindfold him, not so extreme...... For this thing to be effective, it must be used when the old man is sober. ”

"Oh, alas. Old Yang Tou sighed.

"It's a pity ?!!" Madrigal was shocked, and said in her heart, "it turns out that the most dangerous thing is not the old man's ......"

"No problem, this little thing. Old Yang Tou patted his chest with an oath, "Do you want to drink it all at once?"

"Yes. Pastoral said, "This is for the sake of Uncle Zeng's life." ”

"Huh?" Old Yang Tou wondered, "Could it be that there will be any adverse reactions when drinking separately?"

Mu Ge looked at the harmless appearance of Lao Yangtou, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said in his heart, "Of course there won't be any adverse reactions, I'm just afraid that you will kill him when you are left with him in the future......

Nothing went wrong when feeding the medicine.

Muge was worried that Lao Yang would be caught off guard, and then turned around and said to him, "It's still convenient to come like this." From beginning to end, the madrigal blood was poured very smoothly, except for the climax of "Hitting the Golden Branch" halfway through, everything was within his control, and he finally drank a drop.

He wiped the cold sweat dripping from his head, put the bowl aside, glanced at Lao Yangtou, and motioned him not to stop, and honestly finished the fourth quarter.

"What's going on?" Lao Zengtou opened his eyes, and his eyelids, which were as chapped as the earth after a drought, regained their luster and reflected the tenderness of a baby in the light of the retro-style chandelier.

He groped for the bedside table incredulously, he remembered that there were gold-rimmed reading glasses that he usually used to look at the rare letters his daughter sent him, and he tried for a long time like a blind man, and finally grabbed the inky blue plastic case.

"It's bright?" he said tremblingly, "It's really bright!"