When Mr. Huo arrived, he did not see Wu Xing.
"Where are the people?"
Old Huo felt very happy. Could it be that the man got angry and left? If that was the case, he would ask Old Wu to buy some firecrackers and set them off to celebrate the fact that the man had left.
As a result, the person who brought the tea just now pointed outside.
"They have people outside."
Mr. Huo: "..."
"Why aren't you leaving yet?"
Old Wu: “…”
He knew that the old man Wu Xing would not leave easily before he got what he wanted.
When the two walked outside, they saw Wu Xing facing the century-old tree in their yard, muttering something from time to time, while Wu Sijing simply found a stone for herself and sat there, drowsy.
It was only when Mr. Huo and the others got closer that they heard what Wu Xing was muttering.
He said, it's impossible, absolutely impossible.
What's impossible?
Old Huo glanced at Old Wu.
Old Wu spread his hands. He didn't know what this person from the Xuanmen was talking about. Maybe the masters just liked to do this, and liked to say things that ordinary people couldn't understand.
Wu Xing suddenly turned his head and met Zihuo Lao's shrewd eyes.
Then his pupils shrank, as if he had discovered something. He walked over in two steps and stood in front of Mr. Huo, asking in disbelief.
"Are you okay?"
Good eyesight.
Old Huo touched his face. He looked good, even God said that he was getting younger and younger. His hair had become darker and his complexion was fair and rosy. One could tell at a glance that he was a healthy man.
"But how are you?"
Wu Xing's next words made Mr. Huo freeze in place.
"How can you possibly be okay? This is impossible. You should be half dead right now. I came here just to see you one last time."
Mr. Huo: "..."
This bastard actually dared to curse him to death!
Old Huo Fu is very lucky. The bomb did not kill him when he was a child, and now the disease has not tortured him to death. Old Wu is still alive, so he will naturally live well as well. He will definitely live longer than Old Wu, and be more like an immortal.
"How can you possibly be okay?"
Wu Xing couldn't see the ugly expression on Mr. Huo's face at all, so he pulled up Mr. Huo's sleeve, put his nose on Mr. Shuo's sleeve, and started to smell it.
Old Wu: “…”
He wants to vomit, what should he do?
"What did you eat?"
Wu Xing smelled a very strange smell, and this smell was so similar to a recipe passed down in the ancient book of their Wu family.
"You have it too."
He reached out to grab Old Wu again.
Old Wu slapped Wu Xing's hand away.
"If you have something to say, just talk it over and don't use your hands!"
Old Wu has never found a woman in his life. He didn't find a woman because it was troublesome, not because he liked men. Especially when he was touched by such an old and shameless man, he felt disgusted.
"Feel sorry."
Old Wu quickly withdrew his hand and put it behind his back, but his body was still trembling slightly. It was not known whether it was due to excitement or excitement, but the excitement hidden in him could be felt.
"I was just surprised that Mr. Huo actually recovered."
The reason why he was so surprised just now was that he was naturally aware of Mr. Huo's illness, and of course he couldn't be unaware of how serious Mr. Huo's illness could be.
According to his previous reasoning, he came here this time because Mr. Huo was too sick to get up, or maybe he was going to see him off for the last time. But she didn't expect that what she was waiting for was not a lying Mr. Huo, but a standing Mr. Huo.
Moreover, his complexion is rosy and he has gained a lot of weight compared to a few years ago.
It used to be as shriveled as a skeleton, but now it has become as white and plump as a steamed bun.
Moreover, there used to be a black mist lingering between his eyebrows, but now it seemed as if it was broken through by something unknown, and it was full of vitality and life.
What does this mean? It simply means that the illness is cured.
But how is this possible? His disease is obviously incurable, but why is he cured now? Who cured him? And where did the aura on him come from? Could it be that it is really as his grandfather said?
The medicine that the Wu family has been seeking for many generations is finally coming to light?
Mr. Huo's complexion was still rosy.
Especially hearing from Wu Xing that his illness was cured was better than hearing it from an ordinary doctor, so he had to rest assured, even though Wu Xing was an old man who was greedy and liked to pretend.
But it must be said that in some aspects, he does have certain insights.
This point above.
Mr. Huo naturally believed it.
"Can we talk further, Mr. Huo?"
Wu Xing bent down to Mr. Huo for the first time, and his tone changed from that of a master to that of an ordinary person in an instant.
Mr. Huo naturally enjoyed his humility very much.
However, although he benefited from it, he was not blinded by Wu Xing's words and actions.
Before he was sure of Wu Xing's purpose, he was still a little wary of him.
As the saying goes, if someone shows kindness for no reason, he is either a traitor or a thief. It's hard to tell what he is up to. Who knows? Anyway, this person always has a lot of tricks up his sleeve.
When it comes to scheming against people, the old man is naturally an expert at it.
He is a smart man. Could it be that Mr. Huo is an idiot? If he can't even figure this out, then he has lived so many years in vain and eaten so many meals in vain.
The two of them sat in the living room again.
Wu Xingbang picked up the tea and took a sip.
"After traveling all over the country for the New Year, Mr. Huo's tea is still the most fragrant."
"No way," Old Huo said with a smile. It was just coarse tea. "If Old Wu likes it, I'll ask Old Wu to pack more for you later."
Old Wu stood aside and took note.
Okay, I can have as much as you want. He brought them from his own tea garden anyway. If he doesn’t have any to sell, can he give them away?
"Then I'd rather obey than be disrespectful."
Wu Xing was also not polite to Mr. Huo. They had known each other for so many years, so naturally there was no need for him to be too polite. If he was too polite, it would be awkward. And if he was awkward, there would be many things that would be difficult to ask.
The two of them exchanged pleasantries for a long time, and Wu Xing's originally calm expression gradually turned grim. Every time he asked about Mr. Huo's illness, Mr. Huo would evade the question, talk about other things, and never get to the point.
Old Fox
Wu Xing cursed in his heart.
Shameless bastard.
Mr. Huo was smiling on the surface, but he was sneering in his heart.
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