Gong Yi took a pill and chewed it slowly, the pill was sweet and sour, like the medicinal candy he had eaten when he was a child, and his ears seemed to sound the shouts of the candy sellers back then, "Selling medicinal sugar, oranges, bananas, Rendan, radish, green fruits, Yali pears defeat the fire, eat a piece of sugar to relieve your worries and relieve boredom, a piece has a taste......"

At that time, he was still living in Kyoto, and the small traders who walked the streets and alleys of old Beijing were the best at shouting, with a clear voice and a long aftertaste, just like singing, and he could hear it from afar, and his favorite was the vendor who sold medicine and candy.

The colorful medicinal candy is packed in a clean large glass bottle, the candy seller is dressed neatly and neatly, with a lovely smile, and is very patient with the child, and he is willing to change any taste, as long as he hears the shouting at that time, he will call the brother who grew up with him to buy candy, buy dozens of them and distribute them to the children at home, but he himself does not like to eat, he loves the strength when he divides the sugar.

Thinking of the milk brother, Gong Yi felt another pain in his heart, the milk brother is also surnamed Gong, called Gong Mutou, because he is stupid, he simply calls it Mutou.

Gong Mutou is the same age as him, his father is his father's long-term follower, his mother is his mother's personal maid, and later became his wet nurse, about the same milk, and grew up in a small group, eating and sleeping in the same bed, Gong Mutou and him actually look a little similar, but the mind is not very flexible, but Gong Mutou is loyal to him.

He's the one who owes the wood!

Gong Yi chewed the pill slowly, and the past was presented in his mind one by one, and there were even many details that he was about to forget, as well as the voices and smiles of old friends or enemies, all in his mind, and even the hair was very clear.

I guess he is really dying, I heard that when people are about to die, they always recall the old people and things that they have forgotten for a long time, just like he is now.

After chewing a pill, Gong Yi took a sip of water and smiled at Ye Qingqing: "It tastes very good, did you match it?" ”

Ye Qingqing nodded, "Yes, this can be appetizing, you will feel hungry after half an hour, you can drink more black fish soup, eat less and eat more meals, it is good for your body." ”

Gong Yi chuckled, he didn't believe Ye Qingqing's words too much, he hadn't felt hungry for a long time, he relied on nutritional injections to continue his life, how could a small pill have such a great effect, this little girl was too confident!

Ye Qingqing packed up her tools, Gong Yi was in good spirits, she couldn't help it, and asked, "Old Mr. Gong, forgive me for taking the liberty of being presumptuous, how did you escape forty-eight years ago?" ”

Inspector Luo Luo is an old friend of Gong Yi, he must be familiar with Gong Yi's appearance, children can find someone to pretend to, Gong Yi's stand-in is not so easy to find, the main purpose of the enemy is Gong Yi, and it is impossible to hide it from anyone who is a stand-in.

Ye Qingqing really couldn't figure it out, how did Gong Yi get out that night?

And who is that corpse that Rollo saw?

Gong Yi didn't say anything, his eyes were half-closed, as if he was thinking about a problem, Ye Qingqing was a little worried, she was worried that her presumptuousness had angered this big guy, judging from Princess Luo's book, this old gentleman's temper was not very good.

Lu Mo patted her hand lightly and said, "Mr. Gong, do you remember Inspector Luo Luo?" ”

Gong Yi opened his eyes, his eyes became sharp again, and Lu Mo hurriedly explained: "Inspector Luo Luo has always blamed himself, because he failed to find out the bloody case of the Gong family forty-eight years ago, his third son was kidnapped and almost tore up the ticket, he had to leave Pingjiang with his family, and has been settling in HK since then, but Inspector Luo Luo was very sorry until he died, saying that he was sorry for his old friend." ”