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What is a wedding?

It is a very formal ceremony, and every word spoken by both men and women at the wedding scene must be notarized by God. ,

Whoever repents after the end will be out of luck.

Wheelchair Luo and Lin Bingbing were thinking of a bad idea.

I want to agree, not only will it cast a shadow on my young mind.Maybe Lin Bingbing really took advantage of the slope to go down the donkey, played the fake show, played her dark and evil desires, and took me in.

Why did you say you took me in?

At the root of it, my power, my wealth, and my connections, I really can't compare with Lin Bingbing at present.

I'm in Luo's house, and although I'm highly praised by the wheelchair Luo, I'm still an outsider after all.

They are relatives.

So, in terms of accepting, I, Ji Baida, also accepted Lin Bingbing.

It's not her turn to accept me.

I can't do this!

But having said that, today's situation is also caused by me. I went home to visit my relatives and forgot about it for a while.

Now, if you can't come up with a plan, people have no choice but to come up with bad ideas to deceive you.

Right now, Lin Bingbing, Wheelchair Luo, Mrs. Zheng, three pairs of eyes, with good eyeballs, are tightly on my body, just waiting for my reply?

I thought for a while and asked, "When will the wedding be held?"

Lin Bingbing: "The day after tomorrow."

Me: "Give me one day and one night. I want to talk to Luo Xiaolou. During this period, no outsiders can interfere with us. And, I promise, no matter what, I can give you a perfect wedding the day after tomorrow."

The wheelchair Luo was excited and praised: "Mr. Ji, oh no, Brother Ji, I, Luo, am willing to form a brother with a different surname with you! I am willing to worship Xiangtang with you!"

I am speechless, the Luo family is too enthusiastic.

The old man wants to worship me, and this unmarried daughter-in-law also wants to worship me.

His uncle!

It's such a strange place.

Lin Bingbing listened to my reply, her face was slightly startled, she seemed to be lost, and there was also a ray of inexplicable resentment and sadness.

I really want to tell Lin Bingbing; girl, brother knows what you are thinking, but this is not right, things can't be done like this!

But I didn't say anything, I just glanced at Bingbing classmate with eyes that people don't understand what it means...

Lin Bingbing is not pure love for me!

Her love, after giving it to Luo Xiaolou, and the moment she found out that Luo Xiaolou was a jerk, was completely dead.

She has mixed feelings for me. (It's something that can't be said clearly.)

seven o'clock in the evening.

We first sent Mrs. Zheng to the car to go home, and I told her some precautions and detailed treatment plan. Finally, I gave Mrs. Zheng my business card.

Mrs. Zheng understood very well, carefully put away her business card, and waved goodbye to me in the car.

What does it mean to hand over a business card?

One is to give her a clear location and let her go to the club for treatment, and the other is to ask her for money.

But I can't open my mouth to ask for it, so after finishing the work, I handed over a business card. If I understand, I will understand it naturally, and there is no need to mention the vulgar word money.

This is something that can be understood and cannot be said. It is the same as when a man and a woman are in love, they can take off their clothes and go to bed to fit together with just one look.

Sending off the old lady, me, Luo in a wheelchair, Lin Bingbing, and the three stood at the door of Luo Xiaolou's room.

I said to the two of you: "I went first, but there is one thing, you can't follow suit. If you do, this matter will be ruined."

The wheelchair Luo glanced at Lin Bingbing, and then said to me: "Brother, don't worry, I will leave Luo's son to you!"

I thought to myself, what are you worried about, this is not a girl.Son, can I still let him sing about chrysanthemums and wounds all over the floor?

I turned and went into the house.

And at such a moment, a traditional Chinese medicine term 'Zhu You' suddenly popped out of my mind.

When Zhuyou is mentioned, the first reaction of the students is;

"The sky is lingling, the earth is lingling, the Taishang Laojun is about to appear, the wind, rain, thunder and lightning are broken, and all the demons and ghosts are dead. '

When you're done, take a wooden sword, put a talisman on it, and make a few gestures in the air. Huh, the talisman is burnt, and the ashes are put into a bowl for people to drink.

All right!We can't underestimate magic, after all, it is something that has been passed down for thousands of years, whether it is accurate or not, it does not work.If it exists, there is a reason for its existence.

But our Ji family's 'Zhu You' really has nothing to do with spells.

Why wish you?

I wish to say the cause of illness!

In the primitive society, when someone was sick, a great immortal from the tribe was invited to come out.Xian'er came over to take a look, ouch, this is a heart disease, I have to wish you well.

What kind of congratulations?It is to stand in front of the patient, set up something like an incense altar, and then let the patient's family take out delicious, delicious, useful and precious things. (Well, ordinary people are offering things. If the tribal king gets sick or something, it is a sacrifice of a living person. This is a real thing. At that time, the tribal king could not catch a cold. A small fever can be cured Kill sixty or seventy people alive.)

Then the Daxian knelt there, raised his head and said to God: "God, poor, poor primitive man, no CT, no MRI, got a strange disease, I don't know what to do, his disease, what is it..."

Explained the ins and outs of the illness clearly, and then said to God: "God, people have prepared a bunch of food, supplies, clothes, and everything for you. If they don't want anything, you just let them. Get well."

Ah!

Later, the illness really got better.

Why is it good?

First of all, the premise is that it is a heart disease or a deficiency disease (cancer or something, it doesn't work at all).Furthermore, using rituals and rhetoric, the primitive people really think that God is helping him.

Primitive society's worship of heaven is not ordinary, it is admiration from the bottom of the heart.

In Grandpa's notes, there is a special art of healing the mind.In the art of healing the heart, an important prerequisite is faith!In other words, this patient suffering from heart disease must have someone who he believes in and treats him like a god.

Only in this way can the various magical functions of Zhu Youyi's heart be brought into play.

In modern society, people know more and more, but believe less and less.Therefore, the technique of Zhu You has also disappeared, and only in remote mountainous areas, you can occasionally see mountain witch doctors who use Zhu You to practice medicine.

Ji's family kept pace with the times. Grandpa's notes combined this part of the art of healing the heart with the modern psychological medicine he knew, and created this original method of treating heart diseases.

The method is simple, there are no medical terms, just some representative medical cases.

Specifically, it is divided into several steps.

The first is to understand the background, the second is to understand the subtleties, the third is to comprehensively analyze, and the fourth is to contact and chat.In the end, it is to do things when they should be done, and to make adjustments as they should.

I entered the room and slowed down my steps towards Luo Xiaolou's studio.

I pondered the whole illness of Xiaxiaolou classmate in my heart, and carefully recalled every detail of his performance.Suddenly, I caught a suspicious point.

Ivan!

Yes, in Luo Xiaolou's mind, the wheelchair Luo and Lin Bingbing are both relatives of Picasso.But this Ivan, I still haven't figured out who he is!

Ivan!It is a breakthrough.

I thought about it clearly, pushed the door open and entered the room, I was taken aback for a moment when I saw the scene inside the room.

Luo Xiaolou cocked his legs in a very stylish way, sitting on the side of the coffee table, admiring his Atlantis motionless.

Is this product good, or what?

I have a bad face, so be on guard and approach carefully.

When Luo Xiaolou noticed that someone was coming in, he turned his head, his eyes lit up, and he opened his mouth: "Ivan! You are done, great, come here, have a cup of coffee with me."

I breathed a sigh of relief, this is not good, this is completely hopeless.

I sat down with a smile, took the coffee from Xiaolou, sketched: "Picasso, we are in China now, my Chinese characters are not very good, I really want to know, how to write my name in Chinese characters what to write?"

Luo Xiaolou said with a smile: "Iwan, your Chinese can speak so well, it's beyond my expectation. It's hard for a Chinese man to write. Look, your name... well, transliteration, it should be like this."

Luo Xiaolou took a pen and wrote a string of words on a piece of paper.

I took it.

Pick it up and take a look.

Ivan Slainski.

I took out my mobile phone and prepared to go to xx, but unfortunately the speed was not enough.I saw that there was wifi on it, so I asked Luo Xiaolou: "What's the password for your wifi here?"

Luo Xiaolou: "It's the English letter of your name 'Ivan'. Come on, I'll type it in for you."

I got on wifi and used my browser to find a search engine (xx or something is the most annoying, stop advertising them.)

I type.

Soon, the results showed.

This guy is actually a Russian painter, but he is a modern painter, not of the same age as Picasso.

I found some works of this painter Iwan again, I looked at them, and glanced at Luo Xiaolou's Atlantis, and I understood instantly.

Ivan's painting style is a fantasy style, and the paintings are all things and things that don't exist.

Luo Xiaolou should have been imitating before, but now, although he is also following a fantasy path, there is obviously something of his own in it.

This Ivan is Luo Xiaolou's idol!

But why did Luo Xiaolou put his idol with me instead of Zhang San, Li Si, and wheelchair Luo?

I sipped my coffee and thought for a while, suddenly, my eyes lit up.

I remembered a detail.

Earlier in Xhai, when I treated Luo Xiaolou for the first time, I bled him, and he fell back on the bed heavily, and once looked up at me.

That is a look full of gratitude and deep gratitude!

Now, let’s smooth it out, Luo Xiaolou’s idol is Ivan, and in his mind, I’m probably the one who saves the dying and heals the wounded, and pulls him out of the sea of ​​suffering.

After he went crazy again, he became insane, and he simulated his own personality. Then, he overlapped the two most important men to him.

Ivan and me!

It's just that he didn't know my name, so when he first met me, he made up his own mind and called me Ivan directly!

If Luo Xiaolou was a bastard swinger in the past, he doesn't deserve anyone's sympathy.

So now, I think he is really pitiful...

I had to give him a perfect wedding, attended by himself.

Although, that woman no longer loves him, but I have to do it!

When I thought of this, I took a sip of coffee, put on the appearance that an idol should have, and said to Luo Xiaolou lightly: "Picasso, do you know what I am doing in China this time?"

Luo Xiaolou: "I was just about to ask you."

I replied: "I'm tired of living only with vodka and goulash, I hate fishy and pungent caviar, and I don't like the cold weather in Siberia. I'm going to live in China for a long time. I want to develop my career here. New business."

Luo Xiaolou was excited: "Great, Ivan, I'm really happy that you like China so much. By the way, do you still do painting when you come to China? Have you set up a studio?"

I said deeply: "Painting has become my hobby, and my main job now is..."

I said a combination of verb and noun.

Luo Xiaolou: "This is very good, you will definitely win the xxx award."

I sighed: "Maybe, it's just... now... my good friend Picasso, Ivan wants you and your sister Kang Qi to do me a very important favor..."