"Now you are just dragging your sick body around in the world to waste your days. It is of no use at all. It will only drag down your good and filial son."

"I pity you? Who are you to deserve the pity of this girl?"

Girl Zhizhi seemed to have heard some very funny joke. She laughed and bent down, with tears in her eyes.

"You...you...you!"

Chen Xiucai was so angry that he covered his heaving chest and gritted his teeth, as if he wanted to bite off a piece of meat from Miss Zhizhi.

Miss Zhizhi held the handkerchief and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. She slowly straightened up and looked at the fierce Chen Xiucai in front of her. "It's my fault. What I said was too straightforward. I should be beaten."

"You are the Chen Xiucai who impressed Lancheng with your talent. Zhizhi is just a prostitute, living a meager life in the fireworks alley. How dare I pity you?"

She groaned, then covered her lips with a veil in a pretense of coyness, and said with an angry smile: "Oh, no, it's you, it's you."

"Zhizhi, how dare I pity you? You are the famous Chen Xiucai."

Chen Xiucai covered his heart again, staring at those red bloodshot eyes. If it weren't for his mobility difficulties, he might have swooped forward and blocked Miss Zhizhi's mouth with his actions.

"How good is this..."

The prophet lowered his head, thinking a lot in his heart.

"Ouch, my ass!"

As soon as he finished speaking, just as he said, he rolled from the bed to the ground with a clang. There was a pile of broken porcelain pieces under his body. The broken porcelain pieces scratched his patched clothes, and bright red blood flowed out of them.

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"Prophet! Prophet!"

Her charming fox eyes were slightly lowered, and her slender white fingers kept rubbing the handkerchief, as if she was struggling with something.

With a snap, the illusion suddenly shattered into pieces one by one like glass being struck.

After a while, she stopped what she was doing, glanced at Chen Xiucai, and walked out without saying a word.

Chen Xiucai, who was covered in quilt, suddenly shivered twice, stretched out his arms and reached forward, "Prophet, prophet, dad can't, dad can't live without you..."

"He knows more about current affairs than you!"

Chen Xiucai's eyes were still red, but the biting expression on his face was gone. He looked at the old doctor with white hair and beard, with a forced smile on his lips, and his attitude was very gentle and humble.

"Ouch!"

"Daddy's good son, prophet! Prophet!"

Xiao Tao couldn't see how he behaved in front of others and behind his back. She rolled her eyes and said angrily: "Back then, you were proud of yourself and said that our girl had a bad background and was unwilling to paint. But now,

Your precious son, for the sake of your medicine money, he even painted several paintings for our girl."

After a dispute, Dr. Zhong reluctantly accepted a small piece of broken silver, carried the medicine box and walked out of the shaky door.

"Ouch! Someone stepped on my arm!"

"Sigh...His condition is inseparable from people at all, prophet...Do you want to just watch him..."

The prophet didn't understand what the owner of the illusion wanted him to experience.

Dr. Zhong shook his head and sighed softly again, "Chen Xiucai, what are you so anxious about? Your prophet is so sensible. I passed by his calligraphy and painting stall two days ago."

"you!"

"Your good father, what should I do alone..."

Behind her was an old doctor who was carrying a medicine box and walking in a hurry.

There was a firm and warm feeling on her back, and the disrupted rhythm of her breathing brushed past Ning Zhao's ears. Her thin butterfly bones were pressed tightly against the chest of the boy behind her through the layers of clothing. The two of them

The body temperature rises rapidly.

Only then did Miss Zhizhi realize what she was doing, and she called Xiao Tao loudly. Xiao Tao also realized what she was doing, and hurriedly took out the money from her purse and handed it to Dr. Zhong.

"Please accept it, this trip is not easy."

Oops and collisions came one after another, and the wooden floor kept banging. Ning Zhao was held in his arms and her whole body was well protected. She only hissed slightly. She opened her eyes, and her eyes were clear.

The prophet silently digested this information in his mind, and finally clarified the current situation.

This person should be the creator of the illusion.

The old doctor stepped into the room, first took out a snow-white handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose, then found a place to stay and put down the medicine box. He raised his hand and directed Xiao Tao, "Little girl, go and push the window open."

At that time, Chen Xiucai was proud of his high status and looked down on Miss Zhizhi's background, so he was unwilling to paint for her.

"You have this disease. You can only take good care of it and take medicine. It only treats the symptoms but not the root cause."

Isn't this a revenge drama?

"Are you really not going back?"

He raised his head and his eyes fell on Miss Zhizhi who was standing leaning against the door.

He opened the medicine box, hesitated for a moment, and then closed it again, "Well, you can tell your prophet that it's still the same as before, grab two pairs of medicines, boil them and eat them."

There were soft male voices coming one after another. The man was still sighing, sounding extremely regretful.

"You have an old problem with your lungs. You were originally sick and couldn't do heavy work. Now when you get emotional, you tend to get sick easily."

The prophet pursed his lips, raised his thick eyebrows, and said angrily: "You are so sorry, you can go ahead."

The prophet stood in front of the city gate again. This time, he did not hesitate, but strode forward.

"Girl, girl!"

"..."

"Doctor Zhong, what on earth is going on with me?"

"The doctor is here."

Bang bang bang, Ning Zhao seemed to see a thin fawn appearing out of thin air in front of him. The fawn was trapped by a translucent barrier and was hitting the barrier with its short and fragile antlers.

Chen Xiucai became excited again. He was so angry that his arms kept shaking and his chest rose and fell, which made Dr. Zhong frown his white eyebrows and said, "Calm down and don't move."

Nowadays, Chen Xiucai is old, weak and sick, and Miss Zhizhi is so famous that she cannot be ridiculed.

Xiao Tao held up the hem of her skirt and ran in from the outside. The lower skirt made of soft smoked gauze reflected a soft light under the sunlight.

Xiao Tao Xiangruo unintentionally kicked the broken porcelain pieces on the ground away and continued: "Humph, our girl is not like some people, who neither knows how to praise nor is grateful."

"You should be his good son."

He raised his head and glanced at Miss Zhizhi who was standing aside with her arms folded. He sighed softly, said no more, and lowered his head to feel Chen Xiucai's pulse.

Doctor Zhong couldn't count how many times he sighed.

He glanced at Miss Zhizhi, who was standing at the door with an unclear expression, and Xiao Tao, who was shaking her head as if nothing happened next to her, and then at Chen Xiucai, who was reluctantly helped to bed by him. He couldn't say anything, so he could only carry it with him.

The medicine box is ready to go out.

"I didn't prescribe any medicine either."

Xiaotao quickly followed her and left this deserted and dilapidated courtyard.

"Sister, are you okay?"

The warm breath brushed the side of his face, and the young man's deliberately lowered voice reached his ears.

Ning Zhao swallowed, feeling that his face was burning inexplicably, and his heart felt like it was about to jump out of his chest, and it kept ringing.

"Your heart is beating so fast..."
Chapter completed!