Gong Yi swallowed a pill and chewed it slowly. The pill tasted sweet and sour, like the medicinal candy he used to eat as a child. He could almost hear the candy seller's shouts from back then, "Medicinal candy for sale! Oranges, bananas, Rendan (a traditional Chinese medicine), radishes, green plums, and pears to cool you down. Eat a piece of candy to relieve your worries and boredom. It's so delicious..."
At that time, he was still living in Beijing. The street vendors in old Beijing were the best at hawking their wares. Their voices were clear and resonant, just like opera singers. They could be heard from afar. His favorite vendor was the one selling medicine candy.
The colorful medicine candies were packaged in clean, large glass jars. The candy vendor was dressed neatly and had a friendly smile. He was very patient with children and was happy to accept any flavor. Back then, whenever he heard the vendor's shouts, he would call his childhood friend to buy candy. He would buy dozens of candies to share with the children in the family. He himself didn't like eating the candy, but he loved the way the vendor distributed it.
Thinking of his uncle, Gong Yi felt another pang of pain in his heart. His uncle also had the surname Gong and was called Gong Mutou (meaning "wooden head"). Because he was dull-witted, he was simply called Mutou.
Gong Mutou was about the same age as him. His father was his father's attendant, and his mother was his mother's personal maid. Later, she also became his wet nurse. They probably drank the same milk and grew up together since they were little. They ate and slept in the same bed. Gong Mutou and he even looked somewhat similar. However, he was not very quick-witted, but Gong Mutou was extremely loyal to him.
He's the one who wronged Wood!
Gong Yi slowly chewed the pills, and memories of the past appeared one by one in his mind. There were even many details that he had almost forgotten, as well as the voices and smiles of old friends or enemies. They were all in his mind, and he could remember every single hair.
He's probably really dying soon. I've heard that when people are dying, they often recall long-forgotten people and events, just like he is now.
After chewing a pill, Gong Yi took a sip of water and smiled at Ye Qingqing, "It tastes very good. Did you make it?"
Ye Qingqing nodded, "Yes, this can whet your appetite. You will feel hungry in half an hour. You can drink more blackfish soup and eat smaller meals more frequently, which is good for your health."
Gong Yi chuckled lightly, not entirely believing Ye Qingqing's words. He hadn't felt hungry for a long time, relying entirely on nutritional injections to stay alive. How could such a small pill have such a great effect? This little girl was too confident!
Ye Qingqing packed up her tools. Gong Yi seemed to be in good spirits. She couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Gong, if I may be so bold, how did you escape forty-eight years ago?"
Inspector Rollo is an old friend of Gong Yi and must be familiar with Gong Yi's appearance. While it's easy to find someone to impersonate a child, it's not so easy to find a double for Gong Yi. The enemy's main target is Gong Yi, and it's impossible to fool them with just any double.
Ye Qingqing really couldn't understand how Gong Yi managed to escape that night.
And whose corpse did Rollo see?
Gong Yi remained silent, his eyes half-closed as if deep in thought. Ye Qingqing felt uneasy, worried that her impudence might have angered this powerful figure. Judging from Princess Luo's book, this old gentleman had quite a temper.
Lu Mo gently patted her hand and said, "Mr. Gong, do you still remember Inspector Luo Luo?"
Gong Yi opened his eyes, his gaze sharpening again. Lu Mo quickly explained, "Detective Luo Luo has always felt guilty because he failed to investigate the Gong family's massacre forty-eight years ago. His third son was kidnapped and nearly killed, forcing him to move his entire family away from Pingjiang and settle in Hong Kong. But Detective Luo Luo was filled with regret until his death, saying he was sorry to his old friend."
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