Did he do something wrong? What did he do wrong? Who would a little brat tell that he was wrong? To her own mother?
Many times, Zhao Yu 'an would suddenly receive some inexplicable information. He concluded that it was actually because he hadn't constructed a clear way to search for information in advance when he was in the state of Xiang Qi. Moreover, things were too closely related.
Even though " I was wrong!" This short message was too vague and unclear, but when one looked back, they would realize that it was very important.
"This little brat must know that pharmacist!”
Zhao Yu 'an came to a conclusion in his heart. He turned around to look for the child, but he had already disappeared. He had no choice but to continue walking towards the source of the medicinal fragrance.
Finally, he stopped at the corner at the end of the alley.
It was a narrow warehouse door. Outside the door were a few stacks of flattened cardboard boxes. Inside the door was a recliner with a very old granny lying on it.
In the middle of the alley, there was an earthen stove burning with a warm fire. An ancient clay pot lay steadily on the fire.
The medicinal fragrance was coming from there.
"Excuse me…"
However, no matter how he greeted the old lady in the room, she did not respond. If it weren't for the fact that he could feel her breathing and see her slightly trembling fingers chanting a string of Buddhist beads, Zhao Yu 'an would have thought that the old lady had already passed away.
"Excuse me!"
Zhao Yu 'an raised his voice. The granny opened her eyes, but she turned her head to the side and ignored him.
"Uh... Excuse me... Forget it."
Seeing that the granny was unwilling to respond to him, Zhao Yu 'an could only look at the medicine stove. The steam from the lid of the furnace blew against his face, bringing with it a refreshing fragrance. Unknowingly, Zhao Yu 'an's mind fell into the darkness of his mind.
It was a hunchbacked old man. He used gossamer to crush the strange medicinal herbs floating around him into powder. In front of him was a wriggling transparent ball of water. When all the medicinal herbs had turned into powder, he let out a low cry and the powder slowly fell into the ball of water.
The ball of water gradually became hot, and mist rose up.
The old man didn't avoid the mist, allowing it to spread towards him until it completely enveloped him.
The old man's figure gradually blurred in the fog.
Zhao Yu 'an's pants were torn again, and the scene in his mind instantly disappeared. He was furious and turned around to look.
"It's you again, little brat!" Zhao Yu 'an couldn't hold back the anger in his heart when he saw that fair and tender face again. He shouted loudly.
"I know him."
"What do you know…You know him? Do you know that pharmacist?" Zhao Yu 'an instantly felt that the face was so harmless, so he put on a smile.
"Look." The child pointed at the wall in the simple warehouse.
There was a Buddhist altar by the wall, and incense was offered under it. Further inside the altar, there was a black-and-white photo hanging. It was the old man he had seen from the medicinal gas.
"But…"
"That old man is long dead."
Zhao Yu 'an frowned. He looked at the picture on the wall and then at the medicine stove.
"Then who is cooking the medicine?"
A doubt lingered in Zhao Yu 'an's mind.
"This is the medicine I made. Is there a problem? Big brother."
"You're indeed a little mischievous. There's no problem.”Zhao Yu 'an sighed. Since David Sinjid was dead, he could be considered to have answered to Nubo.
Nubber didn't have to rack his brains to recover the memory of "Yu An" anymore.
"Alright then…" Zhao Yu 'an said.
Zhao Yu 'an walked toward the alley entrance. He was reluctant to part with the herbal fragrance. He turned back to take a few more glances. The little wimp was happily playing around again. The old granny outside the warehouse door also opened her eyes to watch him play.
She smiled?
The old lady smiled happily. A few images flashed through Zhao Yu 'an's mind. The photos on the wall, the old granny on the recliner, the child with his head up
Wait a minute!
Zhao Yu 'an was terrified. A terrifying thought appeared in his mind.
Thinking back carefully, the little boy's face was indeed young, but his eyes did not feel clear at all. Instead, they were dull and turbid.
The color was not the result of icterus, but the turbid color of the vicissitudes of life.
The pair of eyes also appeared on the black and white photo.
Zhao Yu 'an was about to get close to the truth several times, but he was interrupted by the child.
He turned around and saw the little wimp running away noisily. He took a few steps closer to the medicine furnace and took a deep breath.
The figure of the old man wrapped in the fog gradually blurred. Zhao Yu 'an summoned the towering mountain and focused his attention on the giant egg on the peak.
The giant egg broke open, and a huge flame burst out from it. An earth-shaking roar came from the flame, and a ferocious tiger condensed from dark green flames jumped down from the top of the mountain.
The tiger opened its round eyes and shot two fierce lights at the fog.
The fog seemed to have a life of its own. Under the fierce light, it retreated in fear, and a short figure appeared.
It was the little wimp. At this moment, he was facing the ferocious fire tiger in Zhao Yu 'an's mind. He was fearless and still smiled innocently.
"Big brother, what are you doing now?"
Zhao Yu 'an opened his eyes in the midst of the pushing. He smiled faintly and said to the little wimp beneath him,""David Sinjid, I know it's you!”
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