On the engagement night, I became the favorite of my mortal enemy

Song Tang looked straight at the little bear.

Zhou Si'ai raised his eyebrows: "No."

Song Tang answered the question inappropriately: "Go back and apply bitter melon juice on his fingers to prevent him from having the bad habit of scratching his fingers."

Zhou Silu hugged the child and left.

Song Tang then lowered his head, put his hand on his forehead and let out a long sigh.

In the future, there will be many tasks to oppose Zhou Sihui like this.

If Zhou Siyi doesn't give in, his father will have to suffer in prison.

Song Tang rubbed his temples.

Difficult.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes.

She already knew that Li Daozhong was her first teacher. After so long, it was time for her to meet her mentor.

After getting off work from the hospital, Song Tang returned to Zhou's home.

Li Daozhong does not have a mobile phone and is always elusive. Finding him depends entirely on luck.

Song Tang was unlucky and couldn't find it.

She has never seen Li Daozhong since she was deceived by her father last time and Li Daozhong helped her remove acupuncture for treatment.

It is not even certain whether he is still in the country.

Song Tang stood on the balcony of the small foreign-style building, leaning on the railing with his elbows in a daze.

"Why don't I have any impression of the teacher..."

When Li Daozhong became Song Tang's first teacher, Song Tang was already five or six years old, the age to remember.

Moreover, Li Daozhong has an impressive appearance.

Song Tang thinks she has a good memory, so there must be other reasons why she forgot about Li Daozhong.

Just as he was thinking about it, Song Tang was attracted by the bamboo forest opposite the balcony.

Song Tang's room was remote, and the window faced the bamboo forest in the backyard. There would be mosquitoes in the summer, so this room was given to her.

At this moment, she noticed that there was a shelf set up under the bamboo forest. There were bamboo weaves on the shelf, and medicinal materials were dried on it.

Song Tang's eyes moved slightly, he held his hands on the railing and jumped down.

Song Tang twirled the herbs hanging on the bamboo weave and thought for a moment: "Coptis...the root is yellow and controls the heart and kidneys. The direction of the heart and kidneys is..."

Song Tang looked at the bamboo forest in front of him and walked in according to the direction of the heart and kidney veins.

When we arrived at our destination, there was nothing but bamboo.

Song Tang was about to look up when she saw a twenty-year-old bamboo hitting her like a wind and snow!

Song Tang quickly got out of the way!

The bamboo bounced back, leaves fell one after another, and then a person stood on the branches of the bamboo with hands behind his hands.

He was tall and thin, with a big braid tied on the back of his head. His slender eyes lowered and he glanced at Song Tang.

Song Tang waved his hand: "Teacher!"

Li Daozhong jumped down from the bamboo branch.

A few minutes later, Li Daozhong sat on the ground and said, "Sit."

There wasn't even a brick on the ground, it was all wet soil.

Li Daozhong glanced at her: "Poverty is very important."

Song Tang: "..."

Song Tang found a slightly drier place to sit.

Then Li Daozhong threw a pear into his arms: "Eat it, it's picked from the barren mountain next door, wild."

Song Tang was a little touched, remembering that when she was a child, her family was still alive, and she was fed snacks like this.

She didn't know whether the pear had been washed or not, but Song Tang was afraid that he would scold her for being poor and fastidious again, so she couldn't bear to spoil her fun, so she took a big bite.

"Yue!" Song Tang vomited: "It's bitter!"

When Li Daozhong saw this, he had an expression on his face that he knew this would happen, and then threw away the other pears in his pocket. Song Tang: "Teacher, did you give me the pear to try?"

Li Daozhong sighed: "I'm a teacher at this age, so I can't bear the hardship."

Ignoring Song Tang's expression of pain that made his facial features deformed, Li Daozhong muttered to himself: "The world has changed. I can't even find a good natural fruit. I can no longer taste the taste I had when I was young."

The bitter aftertaste of the pear is long, even more bitter than the Coptis chinensis sunburned outside just now!

Song Tang kept babbling. When he heard Li Daozhong's words, he subconsciously asked: "When were you young...when?"

"The Thirty Years of Guangxu in the Qing Dynasty."

"Isn't that between 1902 and 1904? You are not from the Min Dynasty, you are from the late Qing Dynasty!"

Then...then he is over one hundred and twenty years old!

But now he looks like an overly thin middle-aged man, and the big braid on the back of his head is still black!

Song Tang looked like he had never seen the world, which made Li Daozhong disgusted.

"My vast country has spanned five thousand years. It is vast, profound, and has a long history. There are so many strange people and people, but you ordinary people have no chance to see them."

A certain layman touched his nose.

Song Tang reacted again: "Then if my parents can invite you to be my first teacher, you must be more than just a businessman, right?"

"Hmph," Li Daozhong closed his eyes: "Don't try to trick me. With your current Taoism, you are not qualified to know so much."

"My current moral practice..." Song Tang chewed on this sentence: "What do you mean?"

Li Daozhong didn't open his eyes and smiled happily.

Song Tang only felt that his heart was hairy, and then his philtrum was a little itchy.

She sniffed and touched it.

"Blood?!" Song Tang changed his tone: "Teacher, are you kidding me?"

Li Daozhong stood up, patted the dirt on his butt, and glanced at Song Tang: "I think you have eaten everything I taught you before."

"Teacher! My... nose... don't leave, you can fix it for me!"

Song Tang panicked and reached out to catch Li Daozhong. Li Daozhong walked very quickly.

Song Tang was still bleeding from the nose, so he could only cover it with both hands in a panic, and then hurried out of the bamboo forest to find a way to stop the bleeding.

After a moment, she turned back again, picked up the pears thrown away by Li Daozhong, put them into her arms, and then left again.

Song Tang held the pear and returned to Huanxi Garden: "When did the teacher give the medicine and what medicine did he give?"

Song Tang passed by the kitchen and smelled the fragrance coming from the kitchen.

She paused for a moment, hid, and waited until the cooking aunt left before walking into the kitchen.

Xiaodiao pear soup was simmering in the kitchen. Song Tang looked at the wild pear in his hand, cut a few pieces and threw them into the pear soup.

After finishing it, Song Tang returned to his room as if nothing had happened, and then began to prepare medicine according to his symptoms.

In the kitchen, the cooking aunt came back not long after. The pear soup was almost done. The aunt took out a bowl and tasted it: "yue! Why is it so bitter... No, madam will drink pear soup soon, there is no time to make it again. …”

Kuku, the cooking aunt, added two tablespoons of sugar to the pot.

Not long after, Zhou Jiashu also came back. The matter of taking over the company made him very anxious and angry.

Xu Wanli said: "I just happened to have people stew pear soup, you can drink some too."

The aunt brought out two bowls of pear soup. Zhou Jiashu drank it directly from the bowl. Xu Wanli tasted it carefully with a spoon. She frowned as soon as she took the mouthful, but didn't say anything.

Zhou Jiashu put down the bowl, looked up and saw the cooking aunt, and immediately frowned: "What's wrong with your nose?"

"Ah?" The cooking aunt touched her nose and it was bleeding!

Zhou Jiashu said disgustedly: "Mitai is dead, why don't you go down!"

"Yes!" The cooking aunt covered her nose and left in a hurry.

At this time, Zhou Jiashu also felt uncomfortable in his nose. He touched it...

My face and hands are covered in blood, what's going on?

At this time, Xu Wanli was holding a spoon in one hand and was frightened by the blood from Zhou Jiashu's nose and mouth: "Son, you..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Zhou Jiashu's troubled expression: "Mom, you..."

Xu Wanli lowered her eyes and saw that all her nosebleeds had fallen into the bowl and spread into a red color in the soup.

Xu Wanli suddenly threw the bowl, took out a few tissues to cover the nosebleed, and said in a panic: "What the hell is going on! Son, where is Master Li, please ask him to come and show us!"