Chapter 939： That buried memory (2/2)

There has been no such urge to appear in front of a person for a long time.

She was anxious in her heart, but felt that her heart was shrouded and filled with warm light.

Since that year he hurried and said goodbye, and she never experienced such sweet and sour expectations.

Because the city was full of patrolling soldiers, she asked all the way, but every time she was told that he had left.

Little by little knowing his whereabouts, the idea of ​​wanting to see him is getting stronger and stronger.

As if back in time, she searched all over Shimen just to ask him about the use of herbs.

She rushed through the crowd, looking across the alleys, like a butterfly, dancing constantly.

The sun was shining hot on her, and the whole person was hot. She felt the cheeks burning incredibly, but she could not care anymore,

At this point she was standing at a road junction, hesitating which direction to go, and suddenly a clear child voice reached her ear.

”Brother, empty spirit, do you say that this herb has the effect of clearing heat and detoxifying? Can I take it home and cook it for my mother?”

”Yes.” Feng Qinglangrun's voice, like a clear spring, brought a touch of coolness to the hot weather.

Cheng Yanluo looked back suddenly, in a corner of a broken wall, saw a person who was bending down to explain the efficacy of herbs to a child.

Although in the dilapidated scenery, he was clothed without any decoration, but in her eyes, he was more eye-catching than when Jinyi Yufu was.

This look made her feel as if she had returned to the past. In those years when she was in the department, practitioners, especially their advocates for good deeds, were basically happy and kind, and consultation fees were rarely collected, and those who were poor did not. The lonely ones do not accept, the old, the weak and the disabled do not accept, so that in those years they were living in poverty.

But they never care about food and clothing, as long as they are full and warm, whether it is coarse tea and rice, or coarse linen, they are comfortable and comfortable.

This scene brought back those buried memories in her heart, and walked towards him involuntarily.

When she stood three steps behind him, she returned to God, but at this time she didn't think of shrinking.

I don't know how often, she doesn't know when she will have such courage.

”Brother of ethereal spirits, there is a beautiful sister watching you!” The child stretched his fingers behind Emperor Spirit, smiling innocently.

The ethereal spirit still focused on the herb, heard doubts, and turned around in the direction of the child's fingers.

Su Fuhua, clear eyes flow hope.

He froze in place.

”Smoke--”