A romantic encounter with a miraculous doctor

Not long after, the old man picked some wild vegetables and came back, and made soup for Han Zhiyan to drink.

The curative effect of this wild vegetable is quite remarkable. It didn't take long for Han Zhiyan to drink it, and the pain was obviously relieved.

She sat up from the bed, stared at Ye Wutian with resentment, she was unable to argue about who is crazy.

At this time, the old lady put a bamboo basin of sweet potatoes on the table, and greeted the two of them: "You have come here all the way, you probably didn't eat anything on the way? We just cooked some sweet potatoes. Come and eat."

"It's really troublesome for you." Ye Wutian said gratefully.

"No trouble, no trouble. In fact, the experience of the two of us back then is quite similar to that of you now, so seeing you, it's like seeing ourselves when we were young." The old aunt said with a smile. Really, seventy percent falsely told the two old people what happened to him and Han Zhiyan, but it made the two of them burst into tears and snot, and Han Zhiyan naturally wanted to cry but had no tears.

The two came to the table and sat down, and ate sweet potatoes with the two old people.

Ye Wutian gnawed on sweet potatoes and said, "You two old men, I want to ask you for a favor."

"Young man, if you have anything to say, just say it." The old man said.

"I would like to ask you two to take care of my girlfriend for a few days." Ye Wutian said.

"As long as the girl doesn't dislike it, it's fine to stay here for a few days." The old lady smiled kindly.

Han Zhiyan groaned in her heart, asking her such a pampered young lady to live in such a wilderness, she could not dislike it, but seeing the kind smile on the old man's face, she really couldn't bear to say anything.

"Then bother you two, I'll go back and deal with something, and I'll come pick her up in a few days." Ye Wutian said gratefully.

The old man thought that Ye Wutian was going back to deal with the affairs of the two families, so he told him: "Young man, if you really can't do it, don't be too forceful. In fact, as long as two people really love each other, life is the same wherever you are. You can Build a house near here."

"Yes, I will figure it out." Ye Wutian agreed.

After eating, Ye Wutian went to the woods to hunt some game, no matter what, he couldn't eat and live for nothing.

After Han Zhiyan settled down, Ye Wutian left the mountain alone.

He ran wildly all the way until he arrived in the city in the evening.

After inquiring, I learned that the Han family's mansion is located in a mountainous area in the east of Seoul.

Originally, Ye Wutian planned to rush to the Han family overnight, but considering that he still doesn't know much about this so-called cultivation, and he doesn't know the specific strength of the Han family.So he didn't dare to act rashly, but found a most upscale hotel in the bustling area in the east of the city to stay temporarily.

The nightlife in Seoul is luxurious and corrupt. All kinds of expensive cars are parked in front of those high-end nightclubs, and the glamorous girls in revealing clothes are walked in and out by a guy who looks like a dog with his arms around his waist and hips pinched.

It's rare to come to Seoul, Ye Wutian naturally won't stay in the room to spend this long night.

He took a taxi to a high-end club closest to the hotel, and walked in calmly.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw two rows of welcoming ladies wearing gold silk hoods and short skirts that matched the gold silk. There were six people in each row, all of them were beautiful, and they were all in their twenties.Of course, don't expect them to be chicks. In fact, they are already black fungus that thousands of people ride and ten thousand people pick.

"Good evening, and welcome!" cried the twelve women with heavenly melodious voices.

Ye Wutian admired them one by one, and nodded with satisfaction.

The first floor of the clubhouse is a bar, more precisely a love bar, because the main style here is quiet and elegant. There are no discos and hot dancers, and the light music is the mainstay. Once you enter it, you can feel a comfortable and peaceful atmosphere.

Such an environment is suitable for those who are sad to come to get drunk, or have a small gathering with friends.

On the high stools in front of the bar, a few sad people who were drunk had entered a state of ecstasy. They drank their drinks with shaking heads, and had no intention of admiring the acrobatic skills of the bartender, and the resident singer on the stage A soulful interpretation of beauty.

No matter whether anyone appreciates it or not, the bartenders are tirelessly tossing the mixing glass and performing all kinds of difficult movements; and the resident singer is also tirelessly strumming the guitar and singing elegant music composed or covered.

For them, this is not just work, but also a kind of fun, even if it is just self-admiration, they can also be self-indulgent.

Ye Wutian walked into the bar leisurely and sat down in front of the bar counter.

"Sir, what would you like to drink?" the bartender asked Ye Wutian.

"Give me a bottle of whiskey." Ye Wutian said casually.

The bartender quickly took out a wine glass and placed it in front of Ye Wutian, then took a bottle of whiskey and opened the bottle cap to pour half of the glass for Ye Wutian.

"Sir, please use it slowly!"

Ye Wutian picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then turned his gaze to the stage.

In front of the microphone on the stage, stood a young woman with a guitar on her back. She was in her twenties, wearing a black chiffon shirt, black denim shorts and black stockings. The overall look was simple and clean, not flirtatious.

Looking at the appearance, at first glance, it gives people a pure and refined feeling, which seems to be as leisurely and elegant as the environment of this bar.

Her voice is clear and sweet, heart-pounding, a little flirtatious, very intoxicating.

A clear song, half a glass of turbid wine, while drinking the wine, listening to the melodious singing quietly, the whole impetuous heart seemed to calm down.

A firework, love and hatred for half a lifetime, along the way, whether it is love or hate, everything is like a firework, what was once brilliant, what remains is only ashes after all.

Before he knew it, the song was over, but Ye Wutian still had a feeling that he couldn't finish it. He called a waiter, handed her some [-] Korean won, and ordered: "Ask that beautiful woman on the stage to give her Sing that song again."

"Yes!" The waiter took the money, turned and walked to the stage, came to the resident singer, and explained Ye Wutian's request to her.

But in the end, the waiter came back with the money.

"Sir, she said that she won't charge anyone who understands her song; she won't sing anyone who doesn't understand her song." The waiter said.

Ye Wutian smiled lightly, and murmured: "It's really a unique woman, just like her song."

"Sir, take the money back." The waiter handed the money to Ye Wutian.

"No need, let me give you a tip." Ye Wutian said casually, for him, the money sent out is like water poured out, and there is no reason to take it back.

"Thank you!" The waiter nodded his thanks to Ye Wutian.

Just as the waiter left, the music on the stage sounded, and the rhythm seemed to be the same song as before.

Ye Wutian was slightly surprised, turned his head to look at the stage, and the woman on the stage was also looking at him.The woman's smile is like a blooming orchid, fresh and elegant, free from worldly dust.

Looking back, the woman said into the microphone: "This song is called Yimihua, just like this flower, no one cares about it. However, it is my favorite song among all the songs I created. Every time I sing, it is a song that I am most deeply involved in. Here, I dedicate it to all my friends who can look back at it.”

After finishing speaking, the woman devoted herself to it and sang affectionately.

Yimihua, which grows in the African desert, many passers-by think it is just a weed, and few people pay attention to it.However, on a certain morning, it will quietly bloom beautiful flowers.It is an incomparably gorgeous flower. It competes with the scorching sun in the sky on the land of Africa, as if it wants to snatch all the colors in the world. However, for it, the blooming of the flower means the end of life.

For this brilliance, it needs to spend four, five, or even six or seven years in this dry desert looking for water sources and accumulating nutrients little by little.After gathering all the nutrients the bud needs, it blooms.

For this splendor, it has devoted all its nutrients. However, after so many years of hard work, it can only maintain its beauty for a short 48 hours. When it is most beautiful, it withers due to the exhaustion of nutrients.

Some people may think this is a very sad ending, but for Yimihua, it is a happy ending.At least it was beautiful once in its life, at least it finished the last moment with the most beautiful posture.

Ye Wutian closed his eyes, quietly feeling the feelings contained in each note, between the lines, as if he could see the shadow of her hard work for that beauty.

Soon, the song ended again, Ye Wutian slowly opened his eyes, picked up the wine glass and drank it down.

At this time, a waiter ran up to the stage, came up to the woman, leaned into her ear and whispered, "Xiaohui, there are a few customers below asking you to go over and have a drink with them."

"I seem to have said earlier that I don't want to accompany the wine." The woman named Xiaohui refused indifferently.

The waiter was puzzled again: "But those VIPs who come here often and spend a lot of money, I think you should go and have a drink with them, or if you offend them, the boss will probably tell you to leave."

Xiao Hui frowned faintly.

In fact, it is normal for a resident singer to be harassed by customers, especially for a pretty woman like her, it is quite hard work in this line of work.

Thinking about it carefully, she has been fired by several bars because of this kind of incident in recent years. If she loses this place again, she may have to leave this city.

In desperation, she could only sigh, and agreed: "Okay." Then, she took off the guitar on her body, followed the waiter to the stage, and finally came to a table in the corner.

There were five people sitting on this table, all of them looked big and thick, especially the bald head sitting directly opposite, who was wearing short sleeves and had a finger-thick gold chain hanging around his neck. There are green dragon tattoos coiled on the thick arms, which looks scary.

Seeing Xiaohui approaching, a man with an inch cut said: "Beauty, our elder brother likes you very much, we don't need to sing tonight, so let's drink with our elder brother here, [-] a glass, how about it?"

"Sorry, I don't know how to drink, I can only have a drink with you at most." Xiao Hui forcibly suppressed the disgust in her heart, and refused politely.

After hearing Xiaohui's answer, the faces of several men were obviously displeased.

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