Huang Fan opened his mouth to let Xu Yibing leave, and Xu Yibing had to walk out of the consultation room in a gloomy manner.

"Xiao Yuan, close the door, no one is allowed to come in!"

Huang Fan saw Xu Yibing's back hidden in the night, and said loudly to Xiao Yuan, also for Xu Yibing.

"Okay!"

"Wait, I think, I want to ......."

Xiao Yuan was just about to close the door and lock it, but Meng Dayun walked up to Huang Fan and stopped talking.

"What? Do you want to go too? Okay, it's a good journey, and I'm sorry to send it away!"

Huang Fan didn't look at Meng Dayun squarely.

"No, it's not, the king, the old Wang relics are still lying on the steps at the gate of the Lin family's ancestral hall, I want to go over and help him in."

Meng Dayun was so anxious that his forehead sweated.

"In this case, you don't have to go over, Aunt Yuan has already helped him in."

Lin Xi spoke.

"Aunt Yuan? Aunt Yuan helped him in?"

Meng Dayun was stunned.

"What? Isn't it normal for Aunt Yuan to care about Wang Lao's cultural relics? Wang Lao is a huge fan of hers."

Huang Fan's tone softened.

"So, that mummy is a plum garden? Aunt Yuan?"

Meng Dayun will be skeptical.

"What mummy?"

Lin Xi didn't hear Meng Dayun and Xu Yibing tell Huang Fan and them about the encounter with the mummy.

"That is, when I and my brother sent Wang Lao's relics back to the Lin Clan's ancestral hall, we saw a mummy at the gate, so we were so frightened that we left Wang Lao's relics at the gate of the Lin Clan's ancestral hall, and we ran to the diagnosis and treatment point."

Meng Dayun still has palpitations when he thinks about it.

"What mummy? That's Aunt Yuan. I wasn't at ease just now, but I went to the Lin Clan Ancestral Hall to take a look, and I happened to see Aunt Yuan helping the old Wang relics in."

Lin Xi thought it was funny.

"Impossible, impossible? How could that person be Aunt Yuan? Her dress? How she's dressed?"

Meng Dayun was still in disbelief.

"Her dress up at night is indeed a little scary, but it's just a costume, it seems to be Bai Suzhen's costume in the water drama "The Legend of the White Snake"."

Lin Xi usually likes to watch water dramas, but this time the Shuizhou Water Theater Troupe performed in Clear Water Bay, and she didn't watch one yet.

Originally, I was full of expectations to be able to watch the performance of the Shuizhou Water Theatre Troupe with my loved ones at my own doorstep, how romantic and comfortable it was?

But I never thought that the relationship between two people would develop like this, life is always full of changes, and you can never predict what will happen in the next moment?

Maybe it's the same, yesterday and today.

Maybe it becomes unimaginable, you can't imagine that he will become like that, and he will have to become like this.

Lin Xi himself is like this, why are the people around him not like this?

Zhao Xuan and Xu Yibing, when they had dinner at Lin Xi's house at night, they were still as sweet as honey with each other. Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, the two of them were cut in two and became strangers.

Why is it so complicated and dangerous for people in the world? Wouldn't it be nice to be just kind?

Maybe they are still young and immature enough, and after some ups and downs, they may really know how to behave and how to behave in the world.

Not necessarily, haven't there been many ups and downs experienced by Wang Lao's cultural relics and plum garden? An archaeological artifact that has witnessed too many examples of grievances and grievances in the world; A generation of celebrities, whether on or off the stage, whether they perform or experience themselves, can be said to be ancient anecdotes and shocking dramas.

But in the end, isn't there a word "love" that can't escape?

Tonight, it may be that Wang Lao Cultural Relics and Plum Garden agreed to meet at the Lin Ancestral Hall in the dead of night, and then jointly perform a song "The Legend of the White Snake" "Broken Bridge" "The West Lake Landscape is still the same".

Who knew that Wang Lao was greedy for a cup and drunk.

Wang Lao's cultural relics were originally just drunk, so after going back, maybe they can better turn the water of the West Lake into a flame with the Plum Garden, and enjoy it

The earth burns each other.

Unexpectedly, Huang Fan saw that Wang Lao Cultural Relics was crazy and wild tonight, so he put sleeping pills in his wine.

Alas, life is always full of variables, unpredictable variables.

Tonight, Meiyuan was not only regarded as a mummy crawled out of the ancient tomb by Xu Yibing and Meng Dayun, but I am afraid that in the face of the drunken Wang Lao cultural relics, the heart that has no regrets for a thousand years must be completely cold.

Wang Lao cultural relics will wake up tomorrow, and they can only continue to wait for a thousand years, and the water of West Lake is still their own tears.

Tears, endless tears.

Blood can be shed, but tears can never be shed.

Tears are pain, pain in the liver and intestines, pain in pain.

Zhao Xuan also threw herself on the diagnosis and treatment bed and wept.

She didn't know how many times she had shed tears, in front of the public, in front of her relatives, she was locked in her room alone.

But when she cried again and again, did she remember the pain? Did she really learn from the pain?

The pain that Gao Yiming brought her should be fresh in her memory, right? It should be unforgettable, right?

But in the face of Xu Yibing's pursuit, didn't she accept it the same?

It is always said that a person should look forward, learn to forget, forget the pain of the past.

But is it really okay to forget the pain after the scar? Can it really be done?

Didn't Xu Yibing still break Zhao Xuan's heart and make her cry and make her grief-stricken?

Maybe Zhao Xuan still hasn't met the right person, and Xu Yibing is still not suitable for her.

So what's the right fit?

Is it appropriate to live together as a family?

Since childhood, I always thought that Zhuang Su and Mei Xuexiang were the most suitable and loving couple in the world, and a few days ago she and him held a golden wedding ceremony under the ancient tree, and Lin Xi was very envious.

Can you lift the veil and cover each other's faces, and the result is not the same?

Everyone has a veil over their face, and they have it all their lives. As you get older, this veil gets thicker and thicker, making it more and more difficult for you to see each other as they are.

Lin Xi thought that the relationship between himself and Zhuang Yan might be the relationship between each other that was getting thicker and thicker.

"Lin Xi, I plan to leave Qingshui Bay early tomorrow morning and leave Shuizhou."

Huang Fan saw Lin Xi sitting on the diagnosis and treatment bed in a daze, so he said to her.

"Leaving tomorrow morning? Are you alone?"

Lin Xi came back to his senses.

"Alone, of course."

Huang Fan smiled faintly at Lin Xi.

"Oh, good, I'll send you."

Lin Xi also smiled faintly at Huang Fan.

"No, I want to go quietly, so that I can take a cloud from Clear Water Bay."

Huang Fan stretched out his hand to gently comfort Zhao Xuan.

"Clearwater Bay may only have that cloud worth taking away, right?"

Lin Xi said faintly, stretching out his hand to gently soothe Zhao Xuan like Huang Fan.

Lin Xi, like Huang Fan, never used words to appease Zhao Xuan, knowing that any words to appease him at this time would seem pale and hypocritical.

"May this cloud I take with me be free of rain and snow."

Huang Fan's face showed a grievance that Lin Xi had never seen before.

Ever since Lin Xi met Huang Fan, her face has always been arrogant and unyielding, even if it was in the funeral home, holding a funeral for her father.

In the past, Lin Xi was a little disgusted with Huang Fan, disgusted with her personality, and turned her face when she said it, and spoke arrogantly, as if she could do it in the whole world, and no one else could.

Now it seems that life forced Huang Fan to cover his face with such a veil, just like he covered with a weak, pitiful veil.

"Clouds without rain and snow must be cirrostratus, right? It's about 10,000 meters in the air."

Lin Xi looked at Huang Fan with a smile.

"Hehe, it seems that you have learned well in geography?"

Huang Fan looked back at Lin Xi with a smile.

"Looking at the clouds and knowing the weather is the basic skill of a farmer."

Lin Xi smiled.

"Do you really plan to grow sweet potatoes in Clear Water Bay for the rest of your life?"

Huang Fan restrained his smile.

"Is it bad to grow sweet potatoes in Clear Water Bay?"

Lin Xi was still smiling.

"As long as the wine cup is filled with the right wine, and the wine is just right, the stuffy gourd can still win a full house. If you say something like that, I know you're not going to leave Clear Water Bay for the rest of your life."

Huang Fan's face showed a look of grievance again.