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At this time, Ma Langzhong was still lying on the bed drowsily, and Liu'er dutifully guarded the side.

"Liu'er, the noodles are ready..." Liu Yanhan placed the tray in his hand on the table.

Said softly: "Senior Ma has not eaten for too long, and now his body is very weak, please wait for him to get up and take a bite while it is still warm!"

Seeing the steaming bowl of noodles in clear soup in front of him, Liu'er got up quickly and said gratefully, "Thank you, ladies."

He picked up the rough pottery bowl, sat on the side of the bed, and softly called to the sleeping Ma Langzhong: "Master, Master, wake up..."

Ma Langzhong felt that his whole body was about to fall apart. He opened his swollen eye sockets like black corns, glanced at Liu'er, and moaned, "Oh...it hurts...my teacher hurts everywhere..."

The whole person looks pitiful.

"Master, we can't go on starving like this anymore! We have to eat something no matter what..."

"That's right! Senior Ma, we all know that the medicinal properties of Ma San have faded, and you are now in a difficult time, but no matter how difficult it is, you have to eat this meal, otherwise what would you use to recover your body!" Liu Yan Han also helped Liu'er persuade him.

Finally, he endured the pain and was injured, and sat up with the help of everyone.

"Oh...it hurts me to death..." Ma Langzhong grinned and moaned #yin.

"Come on, Master, try this clear noodle soup while it's hot..." Liu'er said with a smile while picking the clear noodle soup in the rough clay bowl with chopsticks.

"This noodle soup is thanks to the help of Ms. Liu and Ms. He in the kitchen. If Tu'er takes care of you alone today, I'm afraid you will only be able to drink cold water."

As he spoke, he picked up a piece of chopsticks and blew carefully until it didn't burn his mouth, and then sent it to Ma Langzhong's mouth.

Ma Langzhong leaned against the side of the bed, opened his mouth and took a bite, before chewing twice, he suddenly froze.

"Come on, Master, take another sip of the noodle soup, be careful it's hot..."

Liu'er scooped up the noodle soup with a spoon, and was going to feed Ma Langzhong some more soup, but his master seemed to be in a trance, and refused to open his mouth again.

"Master, you opened your mouth! Come on..."

"..." Ma Langzhong remained motionless.

As soon as his injury recurred, Liu'er put down the noodle bowl in his hand, and anxiously raised his hand in front of Master's eyes: "Master, what's wrong with you, Master? Talk to me!"

Who would have thought that before the words were finished, this Ma Langzhong suddenly had red eyes, burst into tears, hugged his head and began to cry loudly: "Ah... woo, woo, woo..."

He buried his head deeply in the quilt, crying indistinctly: "I regret it... I regret it to death... ah..."

"I'm sorry for you...I'm sorry..."

"Wow, woo..."

After this incident, Ma Langzhong cried till his tears flowed down his cheeks, wailing from the bottom of his heart.

Peter had just woken up earlier, regretting his depraved and absurd behavior over the years, and crying with his little apprentice, even worse than that.

This sudden change, Liu Yanhan and He Qingqing who were beside him also didn't understand it, and they were dumbfounded.

"What... what's wrong with this?" He Qingqing asked Liu Yanhan in a low voice.

Not knowing what to do for a while, Liu Yanhan shook her head helplessly: "..."

"Could it be...Could it be that Aunt Lian's clear noodle soup is so unpalatable that it made people cry!" He Qingqing slandered indiscriminately.

I thought: "This is too exaggerated, isn't it just a bowl of noodles! As for it?"

"Master, master... well, what happened to you all of a sudden!" Seeing the master's sudden emotional agitation, Liu'er was very worried.

He wondered if this side was not to his liking, so he picked up some chopsticks and put them in his mouth, trying it himself.

After trying it, Liu'er's complexion froze instantly before he swallowed a mouthful of noodles, and a layer of water vapor appeared in his originally clear eyes, and he looked like he was about to cry.

With a bitter face, he stared blankly at the bowl of clear soup noodles in his hand, and mumbled in his mouth: "Master, Mrs.... I miss you..." Then he put the noodle in his mouth He swallowed half of his mouth.

The anomaly of the master and apprentice caused Liu Yanhan and He Qingqing to wonder why for a while.

"Liu'er...you...what's wrong with you!" Liu Yanhan asked tentatively.

"..." Liu'er sucked on the red nostrils, forced back the tears in his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth and smiled hard.

"Actually, it's nothing. It's just that the bowl of clear soup noodles made by the two girls tastes very similar to what my teacher's wife made before she was alive. It's exactly the same..."

Speaking of this, Liu'er couldn't help feeling sad again, he raised his sleeves and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Qiang said with a smile, "When my wife was alive, she was a good cook of pasta. Usually, she especially likes to make hand-rolled noodles for her family."

What Liu'er said surprised Liu Yanhan and He Qingqing, and they couldn't help looking at each other.

"..." He Qingqing frowned in confusion, raised her hand and pointed in the direction of the fire room.

Liu Yanhan shook her head calmly, signaling her to keep quiet.

Instead, she asked Liu'er: "By the way, Liu'er, do you know the name of your neighbor?"

"Neighbor?" Hearing Liu Yanhan's question, Liu'er replied casually: "Master has exported all the old Ma's house by gambling in the past few years, and my master and apprentice can only rent this small shop as a doctor." There are shops in the front, back, left, and right sides of the museum, so where are the neighbors?

Even the old houses in the past were single-family houses with no neighbors! "

Liu'er asked in puzzlement: "That's right. Miss Liu, what are you doing asking my neighbor all of a sudden?"

"This..." Liu Yanhan was speechless for a moment, and had no choice but to answer vaguely: "It's nothing, just... just ask casually."

"By the way, I've been hearing you talking about your teacher's wife, but I haven't known your teacher's wife's name!"

"My teacher's surname is Fang, and the single name has the word Lian. People in Xinggang Town used to call her Aunt Lian when they came to the clinic to see patients." Liu'er replied.

"..." This unexpected answer made Liu Yanhan and He Qingqing gasp even more.

In the blue sky and broad daylight, something really went wrong.

Before the two of them could think about anything, Ma Langzhong suddenly dragged his seriously injured body and struggled to get up.

"Cough, cough, cough...", he clutched his chest, coughed hard for a while, and tried to get out of bed with all his strength to push off the quilt.

Seeing this, Liu'er hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, "Master, what are you going to do? You are injured, so you have to stay in bed and rest. You can just tell your apprentice to do what you want."

"No...no..." Ma Langzhong shook his head vigorously.

He said stubbornly: "There are some things that you can't replace, and you have to do it yourself as a teacher."

He stretched out his finger and pointed to the door, and while breathing with pain, he said: "Help me quickly to the ancestral hall. As a teacher, you have to kneel down and worship your teacher's wife and teacher. My sin is unforgivable, and I am the one who can't help them..."

"Woo, woo, woo..." As he spoke, he burst into tears again.

"..." Upon hearing this, Liu'er also burst into tears.

There is nothing to do about his master's stubborn behavior, so he has to follow his will.

"Master, please slow down..." With Liu'er's support, Ma Langzhong finally stood up tremblingly from the side of the bed.

But his whole body was hurt, his steps were weak, and he staggered and almost fell.

"Senior Ma..."

"Be careful..." Luckily, Liu Yanhan and He Qingqing were also beside him, and they helped him with quick eyes and hands so that he would not fall down.

"Senior, your lungs are congested with qi and blood, let go of the congestion, and there are wounds on your body, be careful not to tear it!" Liu Yanhan reminded carefully from the side.

"It's nothing, the old man is dead... can't die..."

In this way, with the help of everyone, Ma Langzhong finally staggered to another room.

This is a secluded inner room at the back of the medical hall, which has been used by Ma Langzhong as a spiritual tablet dedicated to relatives at home.

When I opened the door, I saw a quaint altar, with rows of brown memorial tablets on display, and the square wooden plaques were engraved with names and taboos. These people were all relatives of Ma Langzhong, and they used to be fresh lives.

Although Ma Langzhong used to be addicted to gambling and the two masters and apprentices lived in poverty, there are still incense candles enshrined in front of the memorial tablet.

Taking the opportunity, Liu Yanhan and He Qingqing quickly glanced at these tablets.

Sure enough, the two of them caught a glimpse of a tablet below which was written in golden lacquer seals: "The first family, the spiritual tablet of Ma Shi Fang Lian. "

On the other tablet, it is impressively written: "Xianxiao, the spiritual tablet of Ma Gong's loyalty and loyalty."

This name suddenly reminded Liu Yanhan and He Qingqing that when they first arrived in the outskirts of Xinggang Town, they lost their way in the forest. On the road, they ran into an old woodcutter with deaf ears. That old man seemed to be Ma Chengzhong.

Thinking of this, things became more and more strange, and the two of them were speechless in shock, and looked at each other for a while.

"Ah..." As soon as he entered the ancestral hall, Ma Langzhong could no longer bear the regret and pain in his heart, and his whole body collapsed completely, crying loudly.

"Fang Lian! I am sorry for you, I am the one who hurt you, I am an unforgivable person, what face do I have to live in the world now..."

Regardless of the pain on his body, he collapsed on the cold ground and began to cry bitterly.

Seeing his master slumped to the ground, Liu'er was worried and frightened, knelt down and sobbed beside him: "Master, master, don't be like this, this disciple is so worried about you!"

But Ma Langzhong ignored the little apprentice's dissuasion, and greeted his already swollen face with a slap, making a "slap" sound.

He wailed bitterly: "Ah...I'm so confused! Fang Lian, you used to persuade me not to gamble anymore, but I always refused to listen, and sometimes quarreled and even punched you Xiangxiang, I should die...Damn..."

"My miserable father! It's the child who is not filial! He is a big man, and he didn't let you enjoy your old age, and it made you die... Woo, woo, woo..."

"God! Why do you want me to live? What's the use of living for a rotten person like me!

Why not let me be killed by those people in the casino and fed to the wolves. Only when I die can I pay back the sins I have done in this life!I don't deserve to live! "

Thinking of his deceased wife who used to be such a gentle and virtuous person, and lived a peaceful and beautiful life at home, but I was fascinated by gambling and didn't know how to cherish it, so I personally destroyed all of these.

Now that the old father is dead and his wife is gone, all kinds of scenes from the past came to mind, filled with remorse, and made him wish to die quickly.

"Father! Fang Lian! You...you take me away! I don't want to live anymore! Ah..." Ma Langzhong didn't know which tendon was touched, and he was about to hit the wall with his head.

Fortunately, Liu'er had quick eyesight and quick hands, so he blocked it so that no tragedy would happen.