Chapter 489: Where is she

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"Mr. Gu, I was wrong! I was wrong!" As soon as the words came out, Pang Yi realized that he had lost his word. Can Zhong Mingwei blame Gu Changlin for poisoning? Let ’s talk about fortune telling, then it ’s even less strange that Gu Changlin is on his head. Today, it ’s also a hurry to talk about it. Pang Yi is too busy to pay Gu Changlin, "Mr. Gu, do n’t be angry, just say I did n’t say anything. It's just a fart. "
Gu Changlin twitched at the corner of his mouth for a while: "... then you can smoke me."
Pang Yi: "..."
Gu Changlin glared at Pang Yi angrily, and then looked back, then whispered over and asked Pang Yi: "Why haven't you seen them these days?"
"Grandma ordered me to follow my wife secretly," Pang Yi said uncomfortably, while lowering his voice. "Grandma is afraid that his wife will not think about it."
"Huh, obviously I drove people away, but now I'm okay, and I'm worried about going up again." Gu Changlin wasn't angry, and went down the mountain with his sleeves flicked.
"Sir, where are you going?" Pang Yi was too busy to ask.
"Go drink two cups and have a full meal by the way," Gu Changlin sighed. "Since the girl has gone, I haven't had a solid meal for a few days."
Yeah, Meiya is not at home, leaving three or three big men with big eyes and small eyes. None of them can cook, and these days are naturally choking.
"Oh, then you go early and go back early," Pang Yi nodded, and added another sentence, "Sir, don't you want to bring some lotus heart or bitterness back to Lord?"
"He was so mad, I was afraid that he would not be able to go to the end of the world to drink the lotus heart and Kuding." Gu Changlin hummed down the mountain.
Pang Yi sighed softly and paused before entering the door.
When Pang Yi entered the bedroom, Zhong Mingwei was lying on the kang with his back to him, his eyes staring at the hole in the window, and he did n’t know what was nice about the hole, so he stared so straight, his eyes Are all lost.
"Yeah." Pang Yi walked to Kang and gave a soft call.
"Where is she?" Zhong Mingwei didn't move, still lying down like that, staring straightly at the hole, "How is she doing today? Is she still working in the field and not talking?"
"No," Pang Yi said. He looked at Zhong Mingwei's tousled hair. When he spoke again, his voice was much lower. "Ma's got up early in the morning today, and then came to the Great Lakes with Mr. Chen to gather reed leaves."
"Reed leaves?" Zhong Mingwei blinked and murmured.
"Yeah, Ming'er is the Dragon Boat Festival." Pang Yi whispered reminded.
"Yes, Ming'er is the Dragon Boat Festival." Zhong Mingwei whispered, gently pulling his lips.
Today last year, for the first time in his life, he had eaten a large bun of pork shepherd's purse. He had never eaten such a delicious bun. I ate one mouth after another, and later burned my mouth. The feeling was actually the same as now. The whole mouth was sore and burning, but the mood was completely different.
He remembered at that time that the girl stupidly stated that it was the Dragon Boat Festival, but they did n’t eat dumplings, but they ate buns, which was really stupid.
He didn't think it was stupid, just eating big stuffed buns, but still thinking about the dumplings. At that time, he and Meiya hadn't known each other for a long time. Man, how can I be embarrassed to eat a little girl in her twenties?
Later, they became more and more familiar, and Meiya gradually became the most important person in his life. He gradually embarrassedly put forward various requests to her, but he passed the season of dumplings. He felt some regrets in his heart, only thinking that he would coax Meiya to give him more dumplings to solve the greed in the coming year.
Now it's the Dragon Boat Festival again, and it's time to eat dumplings, but nowadays, the person who accompanies her is no longer him, and the pair of omnipotently crafted dumplings are no longer for him. .
...
"Yeah," Pang Yi looked at Zhong Mingwei's head, his lips trembling for a long time, he still said the bottom of his heart with a scalp, "Yeah, if you regret it, I'll go get my wife back, yeah, Even if you have ... a disease, your wife will never leave, you do n’t ... "
"Come on," Zhong Mingwei cut off Pang Yi's topic and closed his eyes tiredly. "I'm tired."