Old Jiang impatiently glared at me and said," Go, there's no story for you to tell. Little girl, why are you so unreasonable?" He asked.
I didn't dare to speak. I sat sensible and watched him drink alone. Old Jiang was in his thirties and had n' t married yet. I once suspected that he was too lazy and unwilling to find a wife. Otherwise, with his Feng Yue Ru Hua and his wonderful medical skills, how could he not be favored by women.
Old Jiang was usually greedy. Every time he got drunk, he would carry the gugu in the courtyard and run all over the mountains. To prove that his qinggong was exceptional, to prove that his elegance was still the same. Every time he ran, he would be so scared that he would not eat anything.
Oh, Gugu is a dog. After being tortured by Old Jiang's head, he woul
