"Mr. Gu, I was wrong! I was wrong!" Pang Yi realized that he had said something wrong as soon as he said it. Can Gu Changlin be blamed for Zhong Mingwei's poisoning? Besides, as for the fortune-telling, it was even more impossible to blame Gu Changlin. Today, he had to say this. Pang Yi was busy bowing to Gu Changlin to apologize, "Mr. Gu, don't be angry. Just pretend that I didn't say anything, I just farted."
The corner of Gu Changlin's mouth twitched: "...Then you really made me feel irritated."
Pang Yi: “…”
Gu Changlin glared at Pang Yi unhappily, then looked back. Then he leaned over and asked Pang Yi in a low voice: "Why haven't you been seen in the past few days?"
"My master ordered me to follow Madam secretly," Pang Yi said uncomfortably, lowering his voice. "My master was afraid that Madam would be upset."
"Humph. You were the one who drove them away, and now you're worried again." Gu Changlin said unhappily, shaking his sleeves as he went down the mountain.
"Sir, where are you going?" Pang Yi hurriedly chased after him and asked.
"Let's go have a drink and a good meal," Gu Changlin sighed. "Since the girl left, I haven't had a good meal for several days."
Yes. Meiya was not at home, and the three men were left staring at each other, none of them knew how to cook. Naturally, these days were tough.
"Oh, then you should go early and come back early," Pang Yi nodded, and added, "Sir, would you like to bring me some lotus seeds or bitter gourds?"
"He has a fire in his heart. I'm afraid he won't be able to go even if he drinks all the lotus seeds and bitter herbs in the world." Gu Changlin snorted coldly and went down the mountain.
Pang Yi sighed softly, paused, and then walked in.
When Pang Yi entered the bedroom, Zhong Mingwei was lying on the kang with his back to him, staring at the hole in the window. He didn't know what was so good about the hole, he just stared at it with his eyes blank.
"Master." Pang Yi walked to the kang and called softly.
"Where's she?" Zhong Mingwei didn't move, still lying there, his eyes still staring at the hole, "How is she today? Is she still working in the fields without saying a word?"
"No," Pang Yi said. He looked at Zhong Mingwei's messy hair and spoke in a much lower voice. "Madam got up early this morning and came to the lake with Mr. Chen to pick reed leaves."
"Reed leaves?" Zhong Mingwei blinked and murmured.
"Master, tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival." Pang Yi reminded in a low voice.
"Yes, tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival." Zhong Mingwei said slowly, gently pursing his lips.
On this day last year, he ate big steamed buns stuffed with pork and shepherd's purse for the first time in his life. He had never eaten such delicious buns before. They were obviously very hot and did not look delicate at all, but he simply could not stop eating them. He ate one after another and eventually burned his mouth. The feeling was actually similar to now, his whole mouth was aching, but his state of mind was completely different.
He remembered that at that time, the girl foolishly said that it was the Dragon Boat Festival, but they did not eat rice dumplings but buns instead. It was really stupid.
He didn't think it was stupid. He was just eating the big-stuffed buns while still thinking about the rice dumplings. At that time, he and Mei Ya had only known each other for a short time, so he was too embarrassed to ask her for food and drinks. Besides, as a grown man, how could he have the nerve to ask a ten-year-old girl for food?
Later, they became more and more familiar with each other, and Mei Ya gradually became the most important person in his life. He gradually felt bold enough to ask her for all kinds of things, but the season for eating rice dumplings had passed, and he felt a little regretful. He just wanted to coax Mei Ya to make more rice dumplings for him next year to satisfy his craving.
Now it is the Dragon Boat Festival again, and it is time to eat rice dumplings again. However, the person who accompanies her now is no longer him, and the rice dumplings made by those omnipotent hands are no longer for him.
…
"Master," Pang Yi looked at the back of Zhong Mingwei's head, his lips trembling for a long time, but he finally spoke out his true feelings, "Master, if you regret it, I will go and bring my wife back. Master, even if you have... a disease, my wife will definitely stay with you, so don't..."
"You go down," Zhong Mingwei interrupted Pang Yi and closed his eyes tiredly, "I'm tired."
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