Chapter 272 Strong Medicine
Although Mrs. Huo changed her strategy and let Huo Xiuxiu, a beautiful young lady, come to visit.
But Hu Ming was still indifferent and said nothing.
Even Mrs. Huo ignored the sky-high price offer.
After that, Hu Ming stayed quietly in the Crescent Hotel for less than half a month.
Usually, when my interest comes up, I make an appointment with Yin Nanfeng to visit various places of interest in Sijiu City.
From time to time, I would have an appointment with Fatty Hu Bayi and the others.
Huo Xiuxiu, who came to "harass" Hu Ming from time to time, was regarded as an ornament to her ordinary life.
After all, Mrs. Huo never gave up.
She has been looking for her daughter for more than 20 years, and she still has some patience.
Huo Xiuxiu has become the exclusive microphone between the two of them.
In the past half month, Yin Nanfeng had been having soft and hard problems from time to time, trying to find a way to obtain eternal youth from Hu Ming.
Hu Ming felt in a daze, when did he become the most popular among these nine gates?
Everyone wanted to get something from him.
It is worth mentioning that Yin Nanfeng became more courageous as he became familiar with Hu Ming.
It seems that it has become a habit to enter Hu Ming's room uninvited every morning, sipping red wine and admiring Hu Ming's "beautiful man taking a bath"?
In her words, since she has seen it once Come on, why do you still care about this?
Everything has only the first time and countless times...
This sentence is really true.
Tsk!
In this regard, Hu Ming could only say that people should not be too handsome.
......
Today, half a month later, the day that many people are either sad or looking forward to has finally arrived.
"Girl, don't worry, I'm coming to see you. You must be cool and lonely down there all these years, right? Don't worry, I'll be with you right away."< br>
"You know, I found a child later, who looked really similar to you, but unfortunately, he was a boy..."
"After so many years, the child finally came back to me, and stayed with me before I died."
"I made a bow in February, thinking that I had done a lot of evil things, I was so lucky to have that child by my side before I died."
"It's a pity that I have never performed on stage again in so many years..."
On the bed, Er Erhong's consciousness had blurred. She was immersed in her own world, looking at the photo in her hand and muttering to herself.
He was grabbing at the air with one hand. As he was dying, he seemed to see the figure he had missed for more than half a century.
Hu Ming knew very well that this meant that Er Erhong's life had come to an end.
Now it is just a reflection of the past. In less than a moment, the second master who was famous in Changsha City will leave completely.
What a pity it’s a boy? Tsk!
Close the door and leave someone to take care of Er Erhong. Jiang Nan lit a cigarette and leaned on the railing and sighed melancholy.
Although he asked himself that he had no feelings for Er Erhong.
But now, this nominal "master" is about to die, and I still feel a little uneasy in my heart.
After all, in the past half month of getting along, Er Yuehong was really treating him better than her own son.
Hu Ming is not a hard-hearted person, so he is naturally moved.
"If you were a girl, I'm afraid you would be the second master's little wife now, right?
"Uncle Ming, don't be too sad, the second master is already very good in your line of work. Yes, it's not just you and the old guy. It's rare to die at a healthy age. ”
Yin Nanfeng accompanied Hu Ming, patted Hu Ming's shoulder and comforted him.
"Oh, Nanfeng, how long has it been since he took the stage to sing Farewell My Concubine?"
Hu Ming was silent and asked in a change of voice. "I heard from the elders in my family that since the second master came to the Crescent Hotel, he has kept his beloved costumes locked in a box and has never performed on stage for more than half a century."
"To be precise, after his wife was buried in Changsha, the second master never touched the costume again."
Yin Nanfeng's voice was a little deeper. Over the years, she had regarded Er Erhong as her elder.
Now, Er Erhong’s last wish cannot be fulfilled, and she feels a little uncomfortable.
"Is that so, then I will fulfill his last wish, wait for me!"
Hu Ming was silent for a moment, and quickly returned to his room under Yin Nanfeng's confused eyes. .
Not long after, Hu Ming returned again.
In his hand, he held a pile of packaged medicinal materials and an ancient prescription from Shirley Yang's grandfather.
"Find someone to fry this medicine as soon as possible. This will give him enough time to fulfill his wish."
Hu Ming stuffed the thing into Yin Nanfeng.
“This is?”
“Moving mountains of powerful medicine, using the little time he has left to exchange for an afternoon of sobriety and health.”
"This time is enough for him to fulfill his last wish and let him leave more freely."
Hu Ming said solemnly.
“…What about the price? Nothing good in this world comes without a price.”
“I said, use the remaining time in exchange for an afternoon!”
“ I know, if the second master is conscious, he will definitely be willing. For a person like him, there is no meaning in spending time in confusion."
"Speak slowly, go find the master to cook the medicine, and be fast!"
"And... go and invite the old guy to listen to the second master's last performance of Farewell My Concubine!"
Yin Nanfeng smiled bitterly, took a deep breath, stopped worrying, and ordered the voices around him to speak slowly.
“Now that the second master is gone, one of the remaining living fossils is gone, and the Nine Sects will be shaken again.”
“I’m afraid those idiots of your generation will be even more outrageous in the future. ”
The generation of the backbone of the Nine Gates. Those who died in the past died, and those who changed careers changed careers.
But the rest are all idiots who are not afraid of death.
Now that there is one less old guy hanging over them, they will be damned if they don’t become more presumptuous.
“It’s going to rain, my mother is getting married, and someone is seeking death, can you stop them?”
“How they seek death or make trouble has nothing to do with me or you. .”
Hu Ming sneered disdainfully. Except for a few people, the Nine Gates were already rotten to the bone.
Otherwise, many years later, the mature Wu Xie would not have planned to bury the Jiumen family and the Wang family together.
To him, it doesn’t matter what the nine gates are like.
For Yin Nanfeng, although Crescent Hotel has a close relationship with Jiumen.
But after all, they are two families. No matter whether Jiumen is brilliant or lonely, it will not have much impact on the business of Xinyue Hotel.
The most important auction at the Crescent Hotel is not just about antiques.
Besides, without the Nine Gates, there would be no antiques in the world?
(End of this chapter)