"Alright, alright," Gu Changlin was obviously not good at dealing with such a situation, and quickly handed the handkerchief to Zhong Mingwei. He frowned and said, "What's there to cry about? You're an adult, and you don't mind looking ugly."
Zhong Mingwei couldn't help himself. He buried his face in the beat, and finally calmed down after a long time. Then he stuffed the short letter back.
"Your leg. I can heal it. Although it can't be restored to the same as a normal person's, it won't be too different. It won't affect your future life," Gu Changlin told him, and suddenly smiled as if he remembered something. "I just don't know if your young wife will dislike you at that time. It depends on your own ability."
"She wouldn't," Zhong Mingwei said a little embarrassedly but obviously arrogantly. He wiped his face and asked Gu Changlin hurriedly. "Mr. Gu, do you know the whereabouts of the Grand Tutor now?"
"I don't know." Gu Changlin shook his head. "He just sent me a letter. Then there was no news from him. Since you are his disciple, you naturally understand his personality. If he doesn't want you to know anything, you will never know it in your life."
Zhong Mingwei could not hide his disappointment. He paused and whispered, "It is me who has implicated the Master."
"He has wanted to resign for a long time. In the past, he had to take you and the Ding family into consideration, so it was difficult for him to extricate himself. Now he is forced to resign and leave Beijing, but maybe it is a kind of relief for him, so you don't need to blame yourself," Gu Changlin said, standing up and pouring two bowls of tea and placing them on the small table, while frowning and saying, "But I heard that you married the daughter of Yunwen's family? But that young wife is obviously not Yunwen's child? What's the matter? Did you find a new wife in Ningguta?"
"Ms. Ding passed away due to illness three years ago." Zhong Mingwei was busy explaining to Ding Yunwen. As for Achou, he didn't want to say more.
"That young wife was originally your concubine? She came with you to Ningguta?" Gu Changlin took a sip of tea, propped up his chin and asked Zhong Mingwei, his face full of interest.
Zhong Mingwei didn't want to say anything, but no matter what Gu Changlin asked, Zhong Mingwei was very annoyed. But then he thought that Gu Changlin was his elder, so he told Gu Changlin everything about how Achou came to Ningguta.
"She is a rare good girl in the world. You are really lucky," Gu Changlin couldn't help but sigh after hearing this. "Yesterday I was at the foot of the mountain, looking at the scar on that girl's neck, and I was very puzzled. Not to mention a noble man like you, I am afraid that even ordinary people would not be willing to marry such an ugly girl. Now I understand, this ugly girl is really a treasure!"
"She's not ugly at all," Zhong Mingwei muttered softly, and at the same time he looked at Gu Changlin and asked anxiously, "Sir, can you think of a way to remove the scar on her neck?"
"You didn't think I'm ugly just now, how come you're disgusted with me in the blink of an eye?" Gu Changlin drank the tea in the bowl slowly.
"With a body like mine, why would I dislike her?" Zhong Mingwei said helplessly, "But the scar is a source of worry for her. It would be great if it could be removed."
On several occasions, Zhong Mingwei saw Ah Chou secretly looking in the mirror, checking the scar on his neck while frowning and sighing. Also, every time the two of them were close, Ah Chou subconsciously avoided Zhong Mingwei from touching the scar, obviously afraid that Zhong Mingwei would dislike him.
"It's an old scar from many years ago, and it's from a burn, so it can't be cured." Although Gu Changlin only glanced at the scar on Ah Chou's neck, he understood it in his heart. As he spoke, he pointed at Zhong Mingwei's knee and said, "In a few days, the skin and flesh here will be broken, or I will leave a scar on you. Then you can cry to that girl and ask her not to despise you. Isn't this just even?"
Zhong Mingwei: "...Yes, this is a good idea."
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Pang Yi wandered in front of a clothing store for a long time before he went in.
"Sir, are you looking for clothes?" The 30-something female shopkeeper saw the muscular man coming in, and her eyes immediately lit up. She hurriedly went to greet him, "What kind of clothes do you want to buy? A cotton jacket? Padded pants? Or something to wear underneath? Our shop has everything, haha."
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