"Xiao Mei, are you really reluctant to take it apart?"
Seeing the hesitation on her face, Song Xuan reluctantly touched the entry point on the back of the mirror, "Even if the back is disassembled, it should not affect the effectiveness of the mirror. I will be very careful."
Yang Zimei thought for a while, "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Song."
Song Xuan was overjoyed when he heard she agreed, "Then wait, I'll go home and get the tools."
After saying that, he quickly stood up and ran out.
Yang Zimei looked with sweat at the back of the brisk walking figure, which was extremely inconsistent with his usual slow and leisurely style. His head was covered with black lines.
She had always thought that people like Mr. Song had cultivated to the point where they could survive the collapse of Mount Tai. She never thought that they could have an impatient side.
She held the mirror and looked at it repeatedly, really hoping that this was the King of Qin's bone mirror that Song Xuan mentioned.
If she can carry a mirror that can be used like an X-ray, it will be very beneficial to her future medical practice.
Lan Yaya came out after finishing her homework and saw her looking in the mirror, so she snatched the mirror away, took a look at her face, and then sighed, "If there is a mirror that can see people in this world,
How wonderful it would be for the past to lead to the future."
"Haha, God probably has this kind of mirror. When you go to heaven in the future, you can steal it for me to take a look at."
Yang Zimei said with a smile.
"If I can go to heaven, you can too. You are smarter than me. You go steal and I will look after you."
Lan Yaya narrowed her eyes and smiled.
"I may not be able to go to heaven. My soul is so turbid that I will have to laugh at the eighteenth level of hell." Yang Zimei shook his head.
"Then I will go to hell with you. When the time comes, you have to hold me tightly. Otherwise, if I go to heaven alone, I will feel that heaven is hell."
Lan YaYa said with a bitter face, "I am just your friend. Anyway, wherever you go from now on, I will follow you?"
"Hey, don't you need to get married or something?"
"I'll just marry you. I'm committed to you anyway."
Lan Yaya held her arm, rubbed her face on her shoulder, and teased, "You are my husband, you are my everything, you are mine..."
"Stop being disgusting, I don't want to be your husband. I want to be my wife, Long Zhutian. You should go find Major Luo Yinghao to be your husband."
Yang Zimei rolled his eyes at her.
When Lan Yaya heard this, her whole little face turned red, and she pushed her angrily, "Really, why are you making fun of me and Major Luo? Major Luo won't fall in love with me."
"What's so great about Luo Yinghao? What's wrong with you? Why should he look down on you? I say, you should look down on him."
Lan YaYa's face turned even redder, and her bright black eyes became a little gloomy, "Major Luo is a typical tall, rich and handsome man, but what about me? Haha, I just don't look like a human being or a ghost like a ghost."
It seems that she has now begun to have feelings for Luo Yinghao.
Yang Zimei hugged Lan Yaya's shoulders, "Yaya, remember, you are not bad at all, and you are more than enough for any man in the world. You have yin and yang eyes, that's because your soul is pure, and God has chosen you to communicate with ghosts and gods.
, that is not a sin, but an honor!”
"Thank you Zimei, you always comfort me like this and make me have confidence in life. Before I met you, I really didn't look like a human being or a ghost like a ghost."