Thursday.

Xiao Xueliang is on vacation today.

When he woke up in the morning, Xiao Xueliang felt that something was wrong, as if it was different from usual. He scratched his head and thought about it carefully, but he couldn't figure out the reason.

Wang Shuang also felt something was wrong.

It was obviously an ordinary day, but she just felt that today was a bit abnormal.

Both husband and wife felt strange.

Looking at each other, the two of them could see strange doubts in each other's eyes.

Brush your teeth and wash your face.

The door to the back room opened and Xiao Yufeng walked out of the room.

The young man had a good night's sleep, he was full of energy and had a different look in his eyes.

moment,

Both husband and wife knew something was wrong.

"Xiao Feng, were you not sick last night?" Wang Shuang was shocked.

Xiao Yufeng's strange disease occurs three or four times a day, usually once in the morning, once in the evening, and once or twice at night after falling asleep.

Every time he got sick, Wang Shuang would rush over to give him medicine and give him injections.

Last night, Xiao Yufeng actually slept soundly all night.

No wonder the couple felt something was wrong. It turned out that they had not given any medicine or injections all night last night.

"Yes. I slept soundly last night." Xiao Yufeng was also surprised.

Wang Shuang ran over quickly, caressing the child's head and looking at his face, and found that his complexion was much better than before, and his eyes were full of energy.

"What's going on? Are you healed?" Wang Shuang was afraid that this was an illusion.

Xiao Yufeng scratched his head and said with a suspicious expression: "Is it a copying note written by Uncle Meng to me?"

Wang Shuang: "The words you wrote last night?"

Xiao Yufeng nodded: "Last night, I read Uncle Meng's handwriting. Although I only glanced at it a few times, I felt very comfortable and peaceful. The strange things in my mind stopped coming out."

Xiao Xueliang found it unbelievable and said suspiciously: "It's just a word, how can it be so impressive?"

After saying that, he walked into the back room and read Meng Yan's writing carefully.

He is a man in science and engineering, a mathematics teacher, and does not know how to appreciate calligraphy. But when he saw the "Heart Sutra" written by Meng Yan, he felt peaceful and peaceful, as if he had seen an ancient temple in the mountains, as if he had heard bursts of Sanskrit sounds.

The mind seems to have been purified.

The materialistic outlook cultivated over many years was shaken at this moment.

"What's wrong with you?" Wang Shuang was confused when he saw her husband in a daze.

Xiao Xueliang came back to his senses and murmured: "Incredible! Incredible!"

"What are you talking about?" Wang Shuang said angrily.

"See for yourself." Xiao Xueliang gave up his position and pointed to the "Heart Sutra" written by Meng Yan.

Wang Shuang spends the whole day with his children and knows a little bit about calligraphy. At first glance, he only thinks that this calligraphy is very skillful. But when he takes a closer look, he feels a sense of peace and tranquility in his heart, and bursts of Sanskrit sounds seem to be ringing in his heart.

Wang Shuang was also stunned and exclaimed: "Incredible, really incredible! How can there be such wonderful calligraphy in the world?"

Although he didn't understand what was going on, his son's condition did show signs of improvement. Xiao Xueliang said excitedly: "Xiao Feng, look more, learn more, and write according to your Uncle Meng's handwriting."

It's been almost three years. Xiao Yufeng's condition has improved for the first time. How can a father not be excited?

He quickly took out his mobile phone and wanted to tell Meng Yan this magical thing and share his inner joy. Unexpectedly, Meng Yan's mobile phone was turned off and he had to give up.

…

…

Eleven o'clock in the morning.

Meng Yan went out and went to work.

There was another note taped to the door, which read:

"When are you free? I'll invite you to a casual dinner."

The signature is still Xu Yan.

"I have vacation on Tuesday and Wednesday." After writing, he posted the note on Xu Yan's door.

Along the way to the company, I happened to meet Ji Xiaomin.

The girl is wearing tight and elastic sports pants. Her slender legs are particularly stylish outlined by the elastic fabric. Her upper body is in a light-colored sportswear, and she looks particularly energetic.

Meng Yan greeted him quickly and asked curiously: "Why did you come to the company?"

"My dad wrote three paintings and asked me to send them over." Ji Xiaomin said with a smile.

Meng Yan knew this.

Three paintings of calligraphy were sold for 30,000 yuan, which is enviable.

And the calligraphy he left in Qingmeizhai has not been paid attention to yet.

"Can I see Mr. Ji's calligraphy?" Meng Yan was very curious about Ji Lianyun's calligraphy skills.

Ji Xiaomin giggled and asked, "Do you understand?"

Meng Yan: "Don't look down on others."

"Okay, you can see for yourself." Ji Xiaomin took out a framed scroll and handed it to Meng Yan.

Meng Yan carefully unfolded it, revealing Ji Lianyun's calligraphy treasure.

To be honest, it's quite disappointing.

If you use the level of data panel to evaluate, it is at most the level of a calligraphy master.

And Meng Yan has already reached the extraordinary level, which is far beyond Ji Lianyun's level.

Ji Lianyun's writing really didn't catch his eye.

But the annoying thing is that Ji Lianyun can make money by selling calligraphy, while Meng Yankong has calligraphy skills, but he still doesn't know how to make money with calligraphy.

Roll up Ji Lianyun's work and return it to Ji Xiaomin.

Ji Xiaomin suggested: "After I give the letter to Mr. Xie, let's go have lunch together."

"I've already had lunch, and I have to go to work in the afternoon." Meng Yan shrugged helplessly.

"It's so hard for you, you don't even have a holiday." Ji Xiaomin said with emotion.

Girl, don't listen to your dad's nonsense, actually I have a holiday.

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…

After bidding farewell to Ji Xiaomin, Meng Yan came to the office.

As soon as I sat down, the phone rang.

It's Xiao Xueliang calling.

Last night, Xiao Yufeng had a good sleep peacefully; this morning, Xiao Yufeng did not fall ill.

At noon, Xiao Xueliang finally couldn't restrain his excitement and called again, eager to tell Meng Yan the good news.

"Xiao Yan, you are really amazing!" Xiao Xueliang said excitedly: "Xiao Feng read the "Heart Sutra" written by you and had a good sleep last night. When I woke up today, I was in a very good state of mind. I didn't get sick in the morning and my thinking was normal.

It's much normal. Xiaofeng also told me that he feels like the things in his mind are disappearing and he will recover soon."

Meng Yan was surprised to hear that the Heart Sutra he wrote could cure diseases.

He knew that extraordinary calligraphy works could affect people's minds, but he never thought that it could cure Xiao Yufeng's illness.

If you think about it carefully, this matter does make sense.

Xiao Yufeng's disease is mental, and extraordinary calligraphy can affect the mind.

For heart ailments, I used heart medicine, and it was just right!

"Brother Xiao, if you need me to write in the future, just ask." Meng Yan was also very happy to learn about this.

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and thought of a way to make money.

Since his words can heal Xiao Yufeng, they can certainly heal others.

If you can cure diseases, why worry about not being able to make money?

The exclusive secret medicine always brings huge profits!

Meng Yan wants to make money.

Can’t wait to make money.
To be continued...