The male god of fast wear is not human

Chapter 153 Seventh Prince, let go first (25)

Yun Ziyi cried so heartbreakingly.

Kuang Qiansui couldn't bear it for no reason, and always felt uncomfortable after hearing it.

Don't want to hear him cry.

I don't want him to cry.

She fumbled and moved,

At the prompt of System No. [-], get closer.

In the misty vision,

I vaguely see a mass of black around my feet,

After she stood still, she squatted down slowly and hugged him.

"Don't cry."

Gently patted his back,

Like comforting a wounded cat.

Yun Ziyi didn't notice before,

In addition, Kuang Qiantui was dressed in sackcloth, so he didn't recognize him.

Suddenly being touched by someone, his body tensed for a moment, but he couldn't help but relax after hearing a familiar voice.

He looked up, tears streaming down his face,

Seeing those black eyes still dimmed,
Suddenly he pulled him into his arms and hugged him.

Kuang Chitose froze for a second,
Sighing, she supported his shoulder with one hand, and continued to give him back with one hand.

That's it for the two of you,
One kneels and hugs someone,
One twisted and sat in the arms to be hugged by someone,
Maintained the posture for more than half an hour,
In the end, Kuang Chitose was sore,

Pushing Yun Ziyi,

He was the boss who reluctantly let go and left.

"Do you know Fan Rong?"

Kuang Qiansui thumped his waist and squeezed his hands,
ask him,

"Why are you crying so sad?"

Yun Ziyi's ears suddenly turned red,
Raised his hand and rubbed his nose,
urn sound urn airway,
"I don't know. I'm not crying for him, no,

It's because of him, not... alas. "

Kuang Chitose: ...

Is the entanglement so deep?
Is it really an illegitimate child?

Yun Ziyi raised her eyes and took a sneak peek,
Rub your fingertips twice,

It seems that the touch from just now still remains.

After a while, he sighed in resignation,

"My mother and concubine are suffering from a strange disease, and have had nowhere to seek medical treatment for many years.

My great-grandfather, that is, Imperial Physician Su,
I asked a lot of people, and every time I heard hope,
Let my uncle and the others look for it.

but……"

One year two years, three years five years.

Every year.

Go with hope, return with disappointment.

Over time, no one lost patience.

Fortunately, there is still a filial son.

When Yun Ziyi was 11 years old, she took over the burden of seeking medical advice for her mother and concubine.

The sky is south and the sea is north, deep mountains and old forests.

Whoever said there might be someone who could cure it,

Don't be afraid of suffering, tiredness, disappointment,
Go forward.

"Over the years, Divine Doctor Bu has also seen it,
I also helped to inquire about it.But the cause has never been found. "

Kuang Chitose hugged two futons,
Pulling people to sit down at the gate of the mourning hall.

"Bu Yan and Fan Rong have been friends for many years, why are you here now?"

Kuang Qiantui was puzzled.

The two old men don't look plastic in their relationship.

Yun Ziyi smiled wryly upon hearing this,

"A few days ago, I met a quack doctor,
When it comes to the illness of the mother and concubine, if there is a law to cure it,
Only the Yin-Yang needle can do it.

My great-grandfather went to ask the divination doctor, and he remembered..."

Kuang Chitose: ...

Is this a sign of Alzheimer's?

What a deceitful fate.

"In the world, except for this person and this needle..."

At this point, Yunzi felt sad again,
Cover your face with your hands,

"...There is no cure."

Kuang Chitose was silent for a few seconds,

Tao,
"Oh, is it hard? I will."

Yun Ziyi: "What?"

Fan Rong hid in the wall and eavesdropped, and when he heard the words, he came out aggressively,

"You smell shameless!

I can't even take the needle! "

Kuang Qiansui ignored it,
Calm and calm, continued,

"I am his only personal disciple at the end of his life."

Yun Ziyi:?

"What is a deathbed biography?"

Kuang Chisui let out a cry,
"When he died, I worshiped the teacher."

Yun Ziyi's expression changed several times.
asked her delicately,

"...Then, can it work?"

Kuang Qiansui's black eyes squinted at the past,
Obviously lack of energy, lack of focus,
It just made him feel a little contempt,
"Why not."

"I, a genius."

Fan Rong raised his arms high and screamed to the sky.

Shouting "smelly shameless",
Become a ghost.

(End of this chapter)