Doyoshi Kazume

Chapter 16 [Diction]

"Walking in the lake with an umbrella to lead the red thread, Xu Xian and the white snake match a good relationship."

The person in front of the window stretched out his slender hands and plucked the strings, but sang this sentence back and forth.

White Snake Xu Xian, Yingying Zhang Sheng.

How can a talented man match a beautiful woman? They are all played in the play to coax people.

Every corner outside the window is covered with red lanterns and pasted with happy words.

You said that when I came back, there were red lights and ribbons to welcome me vigorously.

But these happy words are really too dazzling.

You and Miss Mei entered the hall together, it's really too dazzling.

I'm sorry, Meng Geer.

If you want to blame, blame me for not being a girl.

In this life, I only hope that you live a long life, and I hope that you will become famous after marrying a wife and having children.

In the next life, in the next life, I will definitely become a daughter. Even if thousands of people stop me, even if I die, I will go to you.

I saw your bright red clothes and body.

I saw you on the stage as a character.

Also taught you how to make scallion noodles.

That's enough.

"Jiuliang! Jiuliang!" Meng Hetang scrambled and crawled to Qinyue Pavilion.

"Brother, the doctor is watching." Qin Xiaoxian looked at the visitor with a guilty expression, lowered his head and said nothing.

"What do you think of him!" Meng Hetang stepped forward and grabbed Qin Xiaoxian by the neck.

"Brother, I'm sorry, Brother Jiuliang said that he wanted to drink the sweet-scented osmanthus wine from Guangde Building and asked me to bring it back to Wen Yitan for him. I didn't think too much about it..."

Qin Xiaoxian's eyes turned red as he spoke in a hoarse voice.

He was afraid that he would be too sad.

If you numb yourself with alcohol, your heart won't hurt so much.

"Brother," Sun Jiufang stepped forward to hold Meng Hetang steady, "You can't blame Lao Qin entirely."

Meng Hetang let go of his hands, and walked to the back room.

Lying on the bed is the person I miss.

The gauze on his wrist rendered blood-red star spots, which were shocking and made his eyes dizzy.

"Why are you so stupid?"

"Nine good, nine good."

"I should have known."

"Sorry, Brother Meng is late."

"How is it?" Seeing the doctor come out, Qin Xiaoxian hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

"The wound was very deep and bled too much, and it hurt the vitals. In addition, Mr. Zhou has a heart disease and no cure, and he is disheartened. Whether he can recover or not is up to him." The doctor said solemnly.

This child is still young, what happened to make him so disheartened and he can only escape by death.

"What do you mean it's up to him to slow down? Doctor, you must save him!" Qin Xiaoxian's eyes turned red.

Sun Jiufang covered Qin Xiaoxian's shoulders and held him back.

"Doctor, tell me what to do."

"I'll prescribe a prescription, and use these medicines to hang Young Master Zhou's life first. Whether he can survive really depends on whether he wants to." The doctor wrote a prescription with a wave of his brush and handed it to Sun Jiufang.

For half a month, Meng Hetang stayed by Zhou Jiuliang's side day and night in undressed clothes, taking care of him carefully.

After Qin Xiaoxian boiled the medicine, he brought it to Meng Hetang.

"Brother, Miss Mei, please see me."

"not see."

How could Meng Hetang care about other people, he just wanted Zhou Jiuliang to wake up soon.

"elder brother……"

"No see!" Before Qin Xiaoxian finished speaking, Meng Hetang waved his sleeve, signaling him to persuade him to go back.

"...It's Master." Qin Xiaoxian said slowly.

"Meng Hetang." Sitting in the room, Mr. Guo frowned. This was the first time he called his full name so harshly.

"Master, godfather." Meng Hetang knelt straight in front of the hall.

"What's going on here!" Mr. Guo was so angry that he slapped the table.

"Master, he has been with me since he was 17 years old."

"I always thought he was just a child raised by me, but he personally dressed me in a wedding dress and sent me to the horse, so I realized."

"He said he wanted me to get married, to marry a wife and have children."

"But I hope he can live, call me Brother Meng again!"

"I don't want to be famous or to be successful in a career. I don't want these. I only want him."

"Master, let me take him away!"

Mr. Guo trembled slightly with his hands holding on to the handle of the armchair.

After a long time, he opened his mouth slowly.

"Mei Xue came to me every day for half a month and knelt down, asking me to persuade you..."

"How much did the girl pay for you..."

"It was I who felt sorry for her... I hope Master will forgive me."

A moment of silence.

"Okay, at Mei's, I'll spare my old face and tell them."

"Have you really thought about it?"

"I only want him!"

Of course he knew how serious the consequences would be. The Mei family in the north of the city was so powerful that they could cover the sky with one hand, and he also knew what the master and godfather were going to face.

But he is the only one who is good for him.

Mr. Guo turned his head away and couldn't bear to look any longer, so he waved his hand.

"Thank you, Master! Thank you Godfather! Forgive me for being unfilial, so I can no longer be filial to you two." Meng Hetang kowtowed heavily to the two elders.

"Son, go do what you're happy with!" Mr. Yu held back his tears, his eyes full of kindness.

Meng Hetang was brought up by himself, and this kid's temperament and temperament are as clear as his own, as long as it is something he is sure about, he will not be able to pull back eight horses.

This child has studied art with Mr. Guo since he was a child, and endured hardships and endured many setbacks that children of the same age have not experienced.

From doing chores and sweeping the floor to making tea and pouring water, a little bit of accumulation grows into corners.

Perhaps it is these setbacks and growth experiences that make him dare to love and hate.

Mr. Guo let out a long sigh, and Mr. Yu hurriedly filled the cup with fragrant tea.

"The children are grown up, let them go."

They are all children who have grown up by themselves, with fleshy palms and backs, and the children are happy and happy.

We don't need to meddle in other things.

They are all sensible children, and they have a plan in their hearts.

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