The divine doctor said: "It doesn't matter what you said this time. (:, read the fastest update of the novel) When the time comes, I don't want you if I don't want you. ”

In the village, the divine doctor quietly took out a bench and a small burden from the porter, asked Canghai to sit on the stool, took off his white fox fur and brushed it away, and probed Canghai's forehead with his hand. The sea was amazed.

The divine doctor said lightly: "Sure enough, I have a fever." Then he asked, "Does your head still hurt?"

Canghai nodded in surprise.

So the miracle doctor took off the cotton boots, dusted off the snow, took out a pair of white silk shoes that Canghai often wears from the baggage, and changed them for him, before he untied his coat and took out another pair of single shoes in the bag to change. Then put the clothes in the gatehouse temporarily, and enter the village with the sea.

Canghai got up violently from the stool, and felt even more dizzy, and walked away for a long time by the divine doctor, and suddenly it was dark in front of him, and he didn't know who was going to work.

On the sixteenth day of the first month, on the fifth watch of Pingdan, Niu'er fell asleep on her back, and the rest was on the side. But seeing that the ice bone incense is more than sinking into the water, and the jade face is shining and the hanging beads are snatched, the heart is very happy, and I don't feel that my troubles are gone. I saw the green silk full of pillows, smooth hairpins, and the feelings of thinking were fixed. Green is love, silk is thought, but green silk is hair and skin, how can it be frank and with others? Caused by the excitement, it is really difficult to self-control, watching it sleep without sleeping, that is, take a bunch of fine red silk, close to the sideburns. Suddenly, I dreamed and turned inward. Wait for it to be quiet, and busy making the gold cut it. I was already sweating profusely. And I saw that under the candle, the color of the hair was brown, but it was concentric, and it was filled with a jade box, and it was contained in the heart. The full moon is a lesson, looking forward to this life and this life, and staying together.

Canghai lay on the bed, waking up quietly. There were candles in the room, but there was no light outside the window, only to realize that it was still the middle of the night. Confused as if there was someone on the edge of the bed, he smelled a familiar fragrance in his nose, so he slowly crawled towards the person, his cheeks burned red, and muttered, "Che ......"

The man seemed to answer, gently picked him up and patted him, and put him to sleep on his shoulder. Canghai was confused and said, "What will you have for dinner in a while?" A pair of eyes were abnormally moist, half-open and half-closed, "Don't let the little shell hit me...... Woo...... Clear...... Che Help...... Someone is going to arrest me...... Don't go with small stones...... Whining...... The sugar is gone...... Huh, old orangutan...... You're here again...... I couldn't find you when I looked for you, and you sent it to the door yourself...... I haven't settled accounts with you yet, so I'll pay for a pair of shoes...... If I used to wear it, it was made of gold, glittering gold, decorated with nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine pearls, nine hundred and ninety-nine corals, ninety-nine mica, nine cat's eyes, and two lotus flowers, warm in winter and cool in summer, and you can go wherever you want, and you can become whatever you want...... Hey, old orangutan, don't go...... It's the same as before, as soon as you are asked to pay for something, you slip away...... Watch me go back and chase you and tell you to pay ......"

After that, he just called the name of the divine doctor over and over again, sometimes gently, sometimes angry, and if he didn't give him his name, he wouldn't hear a word. After a while, it was quiet. It seems to have fallen asleep. After another half an hour, Canghai suddenly said again: "Che...... Headache...... Hot ......" he said, kicking the quilt away. Soon it was tightly wrapped again.

Canghai struggled, and said softly: "Why don't you talk to me again?" The watery eyes of the cat were like a pilllow on his shoulder, and the short-sighted man turned his head to stare at himself for a while, and said, "Are you awake or are you talking nonsense again?"

Canghai felt as if he was sneering in his heart, but his body didn't bother to move.

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