Longguang Community.

Ah Bing drove the Mercedes-Benz that was louder than a tractor home, waking up the dogs in the entire community all the way.

In the past, he had to go to Qin Lan's house every night.

But now, he chose Ah Hua more.

Anyway, she is closer to her own age and has helped him make a lot of money.

Making money is still secondary, mainly because she is such a simple girl, if she is abducted by others, Ah Bing always feels that she is losing blood, and she is losing to her grandmother's family.

There may be many Qin Lan in the world, but there is definitely only one Ah Hua.

I may be sorry for Qin Lan to say this, but it is indeed the truth.

But there is one thing that Qin Lan is very good about, that is, she seems to be ...... I don't care if Ah Bing is innocent.

As long as he can find time to spend a day or two with him on weekends to comfort her long-term loneliness, this is enough.

Other times Ah Bing and Ah Hua are together, not only will she not be jealous, but she even often takes Ah Hua out to go shopping, buy her clothes, and help her overcome her inferiority complex.

Qin Lan is like a big sister, constantly teaching Ah Hua the rules of survival in the big city.

That's great.

Bing parked his car on the side of the road.

In the middle of the night, the lift door of the garage was only halfway open, and there was a faint light inside.

Ah Bing hunched his waist and went in, and as soon as he entered, he smelled the pungent fragrance of medicine.

In the garage, on the left side is a mountain of rare medicinal herbs, at the end is a feeding table, and on the right is a large stove with a huge casserole medicine stove burning on it.

In the past, Ah Hua used the stir-fry pot at home to refine medicine, and five of them came out at a time.

Now to large-scale production, naturally change the cauldron.

At present, this large clay pot with a diameter of nearly two meters is custom-made, and nearly 100 pills of Brondan can be boiled out at one time.

Of course, the larger the pot, the more difficult it is to refine.

At this moment, Ah Hua sat on the stove with all her attention, holding a fan in her hand, and fanning the wind into the stove rhythmically.

This action seems simple and mechanical, but according to Ah Bing's observation, this is precisely the most important link in alchemy.

Every time Ah Hua fanned the fan, there was always a magical fluctuation coming out of her wrist.

This fluctuation was transmitted into the fire, and the originally pale blue flame was mixed with a strange green.

According to Doctor Tang, this is called medicinal fire, and it is precisely because of the existence of medicinal fire that the elixir can finally take shape.

The medicinal fire comes from a special constitution, and only a person with this constitution can become an alchemist.

Ordinary people, no matter how much they fanned the wind, could never form a medicine fire, which was also the reason why alchemists were extremely rare.

But about the detailed principles of the medicine fire and the alchemist's physique, Doctor Tang also knew very little, and Ah Bing had no way to know more about it.

In the warehouse, he walked gently towards Ah Hua.

Feeling the change in the shadow behind her, she finally reacted, turned her head, and her eyes were full of surprise: "Ah Bing, you're back!" ”

"Hmm." Ah Bing touched her head and asked with concern, "I'm still refining medicine so late today, what about Doctor Tang?" ”

"He can't learn it, so I told him to go back." Ah Hua supported her chin with one hand, and continued to fan the wind in the hearth with the other.

"This pot still has three hours to boil, and when it comes out of the pot, I will first dry the pills, and then prepare tomorrow's ingredients, tomorrow I must hand over a batch of bone pills, the pressure is a little great, I have to grind the herbs in the morning, they grind the medicine, I have to divide the powder into doses, and then prepare to add water to rub the pills, and I have to boil it before seven o'clock in the evening......"

A tidbits chattered about tomorrow's plans, and A Bing pulled over a small bench and quietly accompanied her.

Although the matter of refining medicine is trivial, for Ah Hua, this is her greatest hobby, she indulges in it, not only does not feel tired, but on the contrary, it is full of fun.

Even if she stayed up late every day and couldn't straighten her tired waist every day, she felt proud in her heart when she saw batches of finished pills walking off the production line.

Of course, the job isn't perfect either.

For example, every time I boiled medicine, it was very boring, and I sat in front of the hearth for hours.

And what makes her happiest is that Ah Bing will come to accompany her as long as he is free.

She knew that Ah Bing didn't understand the matter of alchemy, but the important thing was that Ah Bing would always listen to her babbling and try to feel every bit of her joys, sorrows, and sorrows.

At the same time, Ah Bing will also tell her his own story, and he can make her laugh every time.

Many late nights, the two young men will be like today.

In front of the warm hearth, they sat together on a small bench and stayed with each other.

And in staying together again and again, the relationship between them has become more and more inseparable.

……

It's the same at night.

Zhonghai Prison.

Fan Jian, who had a shaved head and was wearing a prison uniform, lay on the hard bed board, staring blankly at the top bed.

Suddenly, a bright flashlight shone in from the small window at the door and swept to Fan Jian's bed.

He thought it was a sleep, and his eyes were closed and he didn't move.

However, there was a clang, and the door to the cell was opened.

"09872, Fan Jian."

"Come out, someone is visiting the prison."

The guard's cold voice came, and Fan Jian got up from the bed inexplicably.

Who will visit the prison in the middle of the night?

And this is not the day of prison visits, is it?

He walked to the door with a puzzled face, and asked cautiously, "Sir, who is looking for me?" ”

"I don't know, it's specially approved from above."

The guard said a few words, and then led him through the long corridor to the warden's office.

There are countless question marks in Fan Jian's heart.

How did you visit the prison and run to the warden's office?

Confused, he entered the house, and the guards closed the door.

Inside the door, a man sat in the warden's office chair, facing him sideways.

Beside the man, there were two bodyguards standing silently, and they stood like sculptures with their hands in their hands.

Although the form is quiet, the aura is extremely powerful.

Seeing Fan Jian coming in, the middle-aged man in the office chair turned around.

He was dressed in an expensive suit, and his gestures were full of real wealth.

"You're Fan Jian?"

"Yes......" Fan Jian glanced at the man carefully, although he didn't know the man's identity, he could be sure.

This is definitely an existence that he has never been able to climb in his life, and he has a deeper background than anyone he has ever seen in his life.

The man didn't ask much, just took out a photo from his arms and asked lightly.

"Do you know this girl?"

Fan Jian leaned over, squinted his eyes and looked at it, and quickly reacted:

"Acquaintance."

"This is the Ah Hua of our village."

The man nodded, put the photo on the table, and pushed it over with one finger:

"Tell me all there is to know about her, and in particular, where she is now."

The powerful aura oppressed Fan Jian, he didn't dare to disobey, and told everything he knew......