Hot wife lives in the field

The merchant may be dead.

Goodwill avenged his parents.

Shang or's body was finally thrown into the deep sea by the islanders, which was their punishment for the sinners.

Yuan Mingzhu and they were honored as guests of honor again.

For two days in a row, they didn't see much goodwill.

Sometimes, Zhong Yue saw him from a distance. The innocent smile on the boy's face disappeared. Overnight, he seemed to have grown up, retreated from his original childishness and became mature. When you look at him, it's hard to imagine that he was only a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old.

He could never forget the little pirate who squatted in the bow of the boat and spoke to him enthusiastically.

Although the misunderstanding was relieved, Zhong Yue could feel that when he found him, his eyes were cold and strange.

In the heart suddenly some feel lost.

Two days later, the islanders cremated his parents. The light of the fire shone on the young man's face, and his eyes became moist.

That night, he had a drink.

Zhong Yue couldn't sleep at night. When he was going to get up and walk, he opened the door and saw the boy standing in front of the door.

The boy lowered his head, his broken hair fell down, covered his eyes, and his hands stirred together awkwardly, like a child who had made a mistake.

"Goodwill?"

He cried, and the boy raised his head. His eyes were a little blurred, and his eyes were twinkling with tears.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Zhong. I broke the rules."

The voice of the young man's dumb and aggrieved came into his ears, and Zhong Yue's heart was full of pain. He smiles, reaches out, taps his head, and says nothing.

The tears of the youth came down.

Even today, when his parents were cremated, he didn't cry, but at this time, he couldn't help it.

The boy kept wiping his tears. He told himself not to cry, but he couldn't help it. He sobbed and said, "Dr. Zhong, I'm sorry. I can't help it. Am I useless?"

"No, you're good."

What was he doing when his family was broken?

Zhong Yue thought.

It's not as good as the youth in front of us.

"Goodwill." Zhong Yue called.

"Well?" He looked up and looked at him with a kind of mistiness in his eyes.

"I don't hate you."

Business reputation Leng for a while, cry more fierce.

He felt that he was really useless, like a girl: "Dr. Zhong, don't scold me, just let me cry this night, after tonight, I won't cry again, just this night, OK?"

He never blamed him, but he was afraid to make him angry.

They don't know when and how important they are in each other's heart, but they don't care.

"Good!"

Many years later, Zhong Yue always remembered that night. That night, the moon was only a crescent moon, the starry sky was not bright, but the young man in front of him was crying without any image to speak of. However, at that time, he didn't want to make fun of him.

It was the last time he saw goodwill crying and the last time he saw goodwill's weakness.

Finally, tired of crying, he climbed to his bed, lifted the quilt and went to sleep.

Like an elder brother, Zhong Yue covered the quilt for him, went to the table and began to write down things related to herbal medicine. Later, he fell asleep on the table.

Wake up the next day, goodwill has left.

When we say goodbye, goodwill tells them, "I'm the big leader!"

It's something to be happy about, but when everyone heard this, they couldn't say a word of congratulations.

For a long time, Liu Ming opened his mouth first: "grass, what are you doing? If you're a little older, you'd better stop fooling around and go to your uncles and give up the position of the big leader. "

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