"There is a way, but it's the same as having nothing." Gu Changlin was stunned. He looked at him and sighed, "Didn't I tell you everything?"
Pang Yi lowered his head and stared at the dark snow under his feet for a long while. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Gu Changlin: "Sir, I can go and look for it. Maybe I can find the antidote? No matter what, no matter if it takes ten or twenty years, I have to look for it!"
"Where are you going to find it?" Gu Changlin couldn't help but sighed, "The formula has been lost for a long time. Even if you really go to the Western Regions, can you find it? Well, even if you spend ten or twenty years and finally find it, what's the use?" Gu Changlin turned his head to look at Zhong Mingwei and Mei Ya behind him. He turned back and shook his head and said to Pang. "Don't forget, Mingwei is already thirty-three this year."
"But..." Pang Yi gritted his teeth and said. The girl's silver bell-like laughter came from behind, interrupting Pang Yi's words. Pang Yi couldn't say anything more, but his hands suddenly clenched into fists.
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In the thatched cottage.
"Mr. Cheng, this is what I told you that day. I will bring the younger generation in your family who are planning to get married here today, and you can do the math for them." Gu Changlin walked into the room and said to the old man who was sitting cross-legged on the kang and smoking a pipe.
"Meet Mr. Cheng." Zhong Mingwei and Mei Ya bowed to the old man. When they looked up again, they saw that the old man was terribly thin, with an ugly face and sunken eyes. Only a pair of shriveled holes remained. At first glance, he looked like a skeleton. Zhong Mingwei was fine, but Mei Ya was so scared that she screamed and fell into Zhong Mingwei's arms, "Ah!"
Zhong Mingwei was busy hugging Meiya, patting her back gently, and said to the old man: "The girl is timid and didn't mean to offend you, sir. Please don't blame me."
"Hmph, even though I can't see, I know she must be a girl who has never seen the world," the old man hummed, puffing on his cigarette, and humming again, "Who doesn't know the date of her birth?"
Gu Changlin was so busy that he pulled Mei Ya to the kang and said to the old man, "Mr. Cheng, this is the child. Thank you for your help."
"Hold it with your right hand." The old man said coldly, looking at the pipe, putting the pipe on the windowsill, and stretching out his black hand.
Mei Ya looked at the wrinkled hand and was scared to death, but she still put her hand on it tremblingly, letting the dark hand touch her hand again and again. Mei Ya had never had such an experience before. She had only touched Zhong Mingwei's hand, and was only touched by Zhong Mingwei. At this time, being touched by this dark and cold hand, Mei Ya trembled all over, and she could not help but turn her head to look at Zhong Mingwei.
Zhong Mingwei's face didn't look very good, but he still nodded at Mei Ya, signaling her to be patient. Mei Ya had no choice but to nod and turned around.
"Born in autumn and winter, their destiny is metal. They are strong, passionate, spicy, and white." After groping for a long time, the old man finally spoke, half speaking and half singing, "People with the prosperous metal element have well-proportioned bones and flesh, fair complexion, high eyebrows and deep eyes, and a thin body. They are easily invaded by evil winds and have a cold body. They need to take care of themselves."
After hearing what he said, Pang Yi couldn't help but lean over to Zhong Mingwei's ear and whispered, "Sir, you're right, this is really accurate. It's not wrong at all. It's really the person Mr. Gu found."
Zhong Mingwei also nodded, thinking that Gu Changlin had found the right person. He didn't believe these things at first, but now he listened very carefully, afraid to miss a word.
"Then when can I get married?" Meiya also felt that the old man was right. She no longer thought that the old man looked scary. She asked eagerly, "Sir, please calculate for me."
"October 18th is a very auspicious day." said the old man.
"Is there no other suitable date?" Meiya was startled, and regardless of the embarrassment, she hurriedly asked, "Is there a date that is a little earlier? Sir, we want to get married sooner."
"May 8th or June 28th is fine," the old man pondered, and was about to move his hand away, but his fingers suddenly stopped on Mei Ya's palm, and the black fingers pinched it again, and then the old man smiled, "This girl is so lucky."
"What's the good solution?" Mei Ya asked quickly, turning back and grinning at Zhong Mingwei, feeling happy and shy at the same time.
"It's good for a husband to be rich and a wife to be honored and have children together. What do you think?" The old man said with a smile, letting go of Mei Ya's hand, and said, "Girl, you have to give me a big red envelope."
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