Under the cold moonlight, the plain yellow dress runs, leaves the trestle bridge, crosses the corridor, out of the Baihualou is a hundred flowers all over the mountain, there is no inhabited house around, the outside of the building is silent, and the warbler sings and dances in the building. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Wen Huai. Miss Dongmei called out miserably to the back of the hurried departure, tears flashing in her eyes.

Fan Wenhuai turned around and stared at the slender figure a few feet away, "Tang Tang, you won't blame me, right?"

Except for Fan Wenhuai, no one has called the name "Tangtang" to Miss Dongmei for too long, and many times, she even forgot her name.

Fan Wenhuai is in his early thirties, with a short beard on his chin, and in the impression of many patients, he is a superb medical practitioner and never accepts gifts from anyone, even if it is an insignificant egg.

This is well-founded, there are grandparents and grandchildren in Zhuhu Village who depend on each other, one day the grandfather fell ill, and Sun sought medical treatment everywhere but was turned away because he was penniless, and finally found Fan Wenhuai.

The heart of the doctor's parents, Fan Wenhuai naturally will not see death without saving, with superb medical skills, the dying grandfather was rescued. When Sun took out the only egg in the family as a token of gratitude, Fan Wenhuai refused, and paid for the repair of the dilapidated thatched hut of the grandparents and grandchildren, and sent a few hens that laid eggs, leaving the grandparents and grandchildren to raise eggs and exchange them for some copper plates to improve their lives.

There are many things like this that do not accept medical fees but post money outside, in short, the upright Fan Wenhuai's eyes are always full of vigor, if someone sees him in front of Miss Dongmei, I am afraid that Fan Wenhuai will become so haggard.

"Wen Huai. Miss Dongmei held back her tears, "Why don't you want to take me away?"

There's a chance, isn't it?"

"Tang Tang. Fan Wenhuai stepped forward, took Miss Dongmei in his arms, stroked her soft hair, and said, "Do you really think that the surname Guan will be so kind?"

"I ......" Miss Dongmei raised her face and looked at Fan Wenhuai with teary eyes.

Fan Wenhuai lowered his head and kissed the smooth forehead, and said: "The medical hall is an extremely profitable business for some people, there are seven or eight medical halls large and small in Guanhai City, which have nothing to do with the surname Guan on the surface, but in fact, most of the money he makes has flowed into his pocket.

This time he got sick, it was a very simple gastrointestinal disorder, and it was not an incurable disease, how could these famous doctors be helpless?

He deliberately cured me of my illness, and then deliberately brought me to this Hundred Flowers Building, in order to ruin my reputation so that I would be reviled by others, so that I, who did not follow their rules, would no longer be able to do anything. ”

After Fan Wenhuai's explanation, the sinister Dongmei girl suddenly looked shocked and worried: "You...... You're going to be fine, are you?"

"Me?" Fan Wenhuai smiled bitterly, "I think the four words of hanging pot to help the world are too simple, if I don't put interests first, I will become a thorn in the side of others, and I don't know where I will die tomorrow." ”

"Wen Huai. Miss Dongmei didn't know what to say, she just blindly read Fan Wenhuai's name, and wrapped her arms around Fan Wenhuai's waist, "I can't hold it, I really can't hold it anymore." ”

Pushing away the person in his arms, Fan Wenhuai grabbed Miss Dongmei's weak shoulders with both hands, his eyes were filled with tears, and his tone was firm, "I will redeem you, I will definitely redeem you, you have to wait for me, you must wait for me." ”

With her face buried in Fan Wenhuai's arms, Miss Dongmei cried loudly, only when facing Fan Wenhuai, she didn't have to be so strong.

After a long time, Miss Dongmei's face left Fan Wenhuai's chest, and Fan Wenhuai's chest was already soaked, and it was all attached to her body.

"Wen Huai, I ...... here" Miss Dongmei took out a few silver tickets from her arms, stuffed them into Fan Wenhuai's hand, and said, "You can use them all." ”

"I ......" Fan Wenhuai hesitated.

Miss Dongmei couldn't help but stuff the silver ticket into his arms and said, "My things are yours, what is there to say?"

Tears rolled down, Fan Wenhuai covered the silver ticket with the body temperature of Miss Dongmei, and said, "I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for you." ”

Touching Fan Wenhuai's cheek with her hand and wiping away the hot tears, Miss Dongmei also said with tears in her eyes: "Don't blame yourself, what I do is willing." ”

The two of them hugged each other tightly.

After a long time, the tears stopped, and Miss Dongmei said with shame in her eyes: "I don't have to go back tonight." ”

Hearing this, Fan Wenhuai immediately turned around and held Miss Dongmei on his back, and said loudly: "Go home!"

Under the warm moonlight.

"Wen Huai. ”

"Huh?"

"Do you remember how to make Yangchun noodles?"

The tears couldn't be stopped, flowing into his mouth, Fan Wenhuai's throat was sore and painful, and his mouth was full of bitterness, "I'll make it for you when I go home." ”

With her arms around Fan Wenhuai's neck, Miss Dongmei whispered, "Well, go home." ”

......

The heat of the fire candle can be dissipated for at least half a month, and Su Xiaoqi, who is sitting in the iron bucket, is simply the feeling of ice and fire. Water can be evaporated, it has been two days since Miss Dongmei left, and in the days when she never showed up again, the water in the iron bucket had already been steamed dry, and Su Xiaoqi was now equivalent to sitting in a burning red iron pot, and the whole person was about to be boiled dry.

Now, the dry riverbed in his body is finally moistened with dew, and the slightest trace of spiritual power is swimming in the meridians, and the blood hole on Su Xiaoqi's body is no longer the blood that freezes instantly, but the red blood with temperature.

I'm afraid no one can think of this kind of treatment, even if someone thinks of it, they don't dare to try it, after all, no one will have such a strong physique as Su Xiaoqi.

Miss Dongmei saved Su Xiaoqi's life by mistake, the blood hole poked out by the knife made the cold water qi scurrying in the body be vented, and the iron bucket that was difficult to disperse the heat offset each other with the cold air, Su Xiaoqi was lucky to defeat the cold qi that took countless lives.

It's just that although the cold breath of the water can't kill Su Xiaoqi for the time being, the cold poison seems to have seeped into the bone marrow, which is a place that spiritual power can't touch, and whether the follow-up exercises of "The Eighth Set of Radio Gymnastics" can solve this problem, Su Xiaoqi can't figure it out.

Finally, the streams flowing in the meridians converged into a surging wave, washing all the way, Su Xiaoqi regained his hands, regained his legs, and every muscle in his body returned to Su Xiaoqi's control.

Just as Su Xiaoqi stretched his waist and was about to step over the edge of the barrel to walk out of the iron bucket that would burn countless blood blisters and fester, the wall outside the iron door suddenly flipped over with a "boom", and the dazzling light penetrated through the cracks in the iron door, illuminating the secret room where the oil lamp was burned dry and plunged into darkness.

Suddenly, the iron gate seemed to be constantly hit by something, and the middle position bulged inward little by little, and finally "banged" open, and six big men broke in with logs like battering rams.

Behind the six was the graceful Mother Gui.