"Yes." Xiaomei nodded calmly, stroking her wrist lovingly: "I chose it myself, and I can't blame others."
At this point, it is basically open to the public, and there is no need to hide anything.
"Tell me?"
"To make a long story short." Xiaomei put down her chopsticks and said calmly: "Because the poison in my body does not belong to me. If I want to completely tame it, there are two ways."
"One is to take mapo grass for life, so that the poison will not change."
"So..." I already knew the ending: "You chose the second option."
"yes."
When she looked at me, there was an unprecedented determination in her eyes: "The second way is to let Gu and I become one."
"To put it simply, I eat its molted skin first, and then feed her with my blood. In this way, it is me, and I am it."
What Xiaomei said was so mysterious that it sounded like nonsense.
But there are all kinds of wonders in the world, so I can only say that I am ignorant.
"Her molted skin is extremely poisonous. If you eat it, your face will be disfigured." The corners of Xiaomei's mouth raised slightly: "But I inherited part of the Gu's power!"
I understood everything, and I had no intention of eating at all: "The best years of a girl's life are at your age. Now you have ruined your face and gained so-called strength, right?"
"Is it worth it?"
"You are not a fish." She looked at me with a smile: "How do you know the joy of fish?"
Xiaomei straightened up and said seriously: "Azan confiscated my phone and gave me a day to think."
"What have you figured out?"
"I didn't understand anything." She looked at me calmly: "But I remembered my original intention of studying medicine. I feel that the driving force for people to survive comes from the sense of accomplishment. Compared with painting eyebrows, I I prefer to save lives and heal the wounded.”
Having said that, I am also a little speechless.
After a long silence, I nodded: "Okay, I respect you."
It is the greatest kindness not to comment on other people's choices from your own perspective.
As if nothing was wrong, Xiaomei leaned close to my ear and whispered to the man behind me: "Look at the old man behind you."
Judging from his age, the old man behind me was at least 70 years old. He was sitting alone at the table, with only a plate of peanuts in front of him and half a glass of white wine in one hand, which he tremblingly put into his mouth.
Before the wine glass reached my lips, half of it had been spilled.
I looked back and said softly: "Don't you want to cure this wine putty?"
"Why not?"
I asked again, "How long will it take?"
"ten minutes!"
Xiaomei's determination made me a little doubtful. Gu magic is indeed miraculous, and it is also a first-class existence in the modern Miao village.
But it is indeed unrealistic to say that a wine putty can be cured in ten minutes.
Xiaomei wrapped the gauze scarf around her face, and there was a glint in her eyes: "Do you want to take a gamble?"
"Gamble!"
She stood up, picked up the small cloth bag at hand, walked around my table, and sat down at the old man's table.
I didn't follow him, I just moved to a position with a better view.
The distance was a little far, so I couldn't hear clearly what they were saying, but I could see that the wrinkles on the old man's face were all gathered together, and he had a bright smile.
A few minutes later, the old man had put his wrist on the table and let Xiaomei play with it.
I looked at the time and saw that just three minutes had passed.
I also became interested and wanted to see what the inheritance Xiaomei mentioned was like.
Time passed little by little, and at the ninth minute, Xiaomei suddenly looked at me.
She and I looked at each other for a few seconds, and then we moved to sit next to Xiaomei.
As if she was deliberately putting on a show for me, Xiaomei waited for me to pass by before speaking: "Uncle, I have finished what I need to say."
"You go ahead and drink."
From my perspective, I didn't notice any difference in the old man, and there was no change in his trembling hands.
The old man still put the wine glass to his lips with great effort. As soon as he swallowed a little of the light yellow wine, the old man's throat suddenly twitched a few times, and then he started to vomit endlessly.
I looked at Xiaomei suspiciously and whispered, "Is this going to make someone vomit to death?"
"Don't worry." Xiaomei couldn't hide her pride: "As long as he doesn't drink in the future, I guarantee he won't vomit in one bite."
At this time, the old man also stood up straight, wiped the residue from the corner of his mouth and looked at the wine glass in disbelief: "Why are you so coquettish?"
Xiaomei laughed so hard that she seemed to have forgotten the scar on her face: "Master, you lose."
"Okay, okay, I lost."
I glanced back at the old man and said with a smile, "I'm willing to admit defeat. Tell me, what do you want?"
"I want you to take me with you from now on!" Xiaomei's tone became more firm: "I mean, no matter what the situation, you must take me with you."
