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The cold wind was blowing, and Zhang Huanyun's thin body was huddled tightly, with his arms crossed and hugging his chest, but he still held a volume of book firmly in his right hand and was reading word for word.
After walking more than half the street, he suddenly stopped and scratched his head with his hands, looking confused as if he had forgotten something.
"Hey, what am I going to do?"
Chen Jianchen stood behind and watched, with a cold look on his face... It is said that poor people must be hateful. Sure enough, this bookworm usually never leaves the house. Now that he comes out for a rare trip, he must have something urgent to do.
. But he was good, reading and walking at the same time, and as he read, he even forgot about the purpose of coming out.
"Oh, I remembered, my mother is sick, I have to go out and ask a doctor!"
The bookworm slapped his tui and finally remembered.
After hearing these words, Chen Jianchen hated Qun Han and slapped him in the face. It was ridiculous! As a son of a man, when his mother fell ill, he only remembered to study and almost forgot about such an important matter as asking a doctor. This can no longer be said.
It's "crazy" but "devil".
Obsessed.
Chen Jianchen was a filial person and could not stand such behavior.
After thinking about it, Zhang Huanyun quickened his pace a little, came to the door of a pharmacy on the west side of the street, and walked in. But after a while, he was kicked out by a clerk: "I said Mr. Zhang, our Yang
I have been to the doctor several times to treat your mother, but every time I received the consultation fee and the medicine money, I have accumulated enough money. Our husband is a doctor, and he runs a drugstore, not a charity. I used to see the old lady pitiful.
We have no hesitation in going to the clinic for treatment, but we can’t keep doing it like this. If your family is like this and his family is like this, then we have to close our doors and go to the northwest!"
Zhang Huanyun begged with tears rolling down his face: "I beg you, please help my mother again. She is shaking and cramping all over. She is dying. Human life is at stake, so I beg you for your great mercy!"
At this time, a doctor who was about fifty years old came out of the pharmacy and said sincerely: "I understand your mother's condition, Mr. Zhang, but I can't help you every time in vain... As a doctor, it is your duty to save lives and heal the wounded.
, but the remuneration is also fair. Well, how about this, you pledge the rare volume of "Commentary on the Twelve Floors of De Shu" you have to my store, and I will go see the old lady right away, how about it?"
Hearing this, the bookworm quickly hugged the book in his hand, shook his head like a rattle and said repeatedly: "No, no, no, this book was left by my father, I will not sell it..."
At this point, Chen Jianchen couldn't bear it any longer. He strode out, cupped his hands and said, "Doctor, it's important to save people. I've paid for all the medical fees owed by Mr. Zhang."
Doctor Yang took a look at Chen Jianchen and saw that he was tall and tall, with an extraordinary appearance and was wearing a Confucian shirt. He expected that he was not waiting for someone else. Since he was willing to draw his sword to help, Doctor Yang didn't hesitate and immediately went back to get the medicine box and went to Zhang's house to rescue him.
people.
Someone was helping me, so Zhang Huanyun bowed to Chen Jianchen and said, "Thank you for your righteousness, sir!"
Chen Jianchen sneered in his heart. He didn't want to say anything back. How could a person who would rather choose a book than care about his mother's life and death have the qualifications to talk about "righteousness"? He is not willing to pay for a book, but he always expects others to be righteous.
With great compassion, his heart can be killed.
The Zhang family is located in Nanguo, Suzhou. It’s not that far away, and it only takes about an hour to walk away from it.
Zhang Huanyun invited Chen Jianchen into the room. There was no tea to greet him, so he could only pour some boiling water in a cup with a mouth missing and asked Chen Jianchen to drink it.
Chen Jianchen looked around and saw that the layout of the Zhang family's house was not small, but it was empty and had a sense of desolation and decay. It must have been that all the furniture that had been placed there had been sold.
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On the left side of the central hall is the place where Zhang's mother lives; on the right side is a room that belongs to Zhang Huanyun's bedroom. The door is tightly locked and there is a picture on the door: "Study Room".
Zhang Huanyun loved books as much as his life, and the library was where he slept.
Chen Jianchen did not follow Dr. Yang into Zhang's mother's residence, but asked Zhang Huanyun: "Brother Zhang, I have heard for a long time that you have thousands of books and a lot of work. I wonder if I can let you come in and take a look to open your eyes?"
Zhang Huanyun was dumbfounded and did not think too much. He said: "Of course, but most of the books contained in it were passed down by his father and ancestors. After the young master enters, please do not flip through them at will."
Chen Jianchen said calmly: "I just want to go in and have a look."
At that moment, Zhang Huanyun opened the door and went in with Chen Jianchen.
Book.
So many books!
Chen Jianchen can be considered an experienced person, but he couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the scene inside. The room was about thirty square meters, and there were huge bookshelves as high as the roof on the four walls. The bookshelves were densely packed, and they were all filled with books.
, one volume after another, stacked neatly, and at a rough glance, there are at least several thousand volumes.
Here, Fu Zhi is a mountain of books.
The place where Zhang Huanyun sleeps is in the middle of the mountain of books. There is a small wooden couch with a low table in front of it. On the table above, there are also many books. People are among them.
, even turning around feels difficult.
Chen Jianchen's eyes passed over the bookshelf, glanced around, and finally settled on the low table.
In addition to books, there is also a pair of pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the table, and in the middle, an ancient scroll with a fragrant aroma is placed neatly, but the distance is a bit far away, so the name of the scroll cannot be clearly seen.
That picture of a lady should be included in this ancient book~~
Chen Jianchen's heart moved and he said calmly: "Brother Zhang, the doctor is treating the old lady over there, why don't you go and visit?"
Zhang Huanyun said dullly: "Since the doctor is here, everything should be fine. I still have one volume of "Spring and Autumn Collection" that I haven't finished yet."
Chen Jianchen muttered, but actually felt a fire in his heart... What a waste of life! He held back his anger and asked again: "Xiangong Zhang, I heard that you have a lifelike brocade painting of a lady, cut out and depicted.
It’s very lifelike and vivid, and I happen to be very fond of painting. Could you please take it out for me to observe?”
Hearing these unreasonable words, Zhang Huanyun suddenly showed a vigilant look, and hesitantly said, "It's just an ordinary brocade painting, there's nothing good about it."
Chen Jianchen raised his eyebrows and laughed: "Everyone says that Brother Zhang is sincere, but now that I look at it, it may not be true."
Hearing these words, Zhang Huanyun's thin face turned red from suppressing it, and he hesitated: "This and that..."
Chen Jianchen sneered and said: "There is no need for this or that. Since Brother Zhang is stingy, I won't force you. I will leave now."
"Master, please stay... Okay, I'll take it out, but you can't touch it with your hands." Chen Jianchen couldn't help but laugh. Looking at Zhang Huanyun's serious look, it was obvious that he really regarded the picture of the lady as his wife from the bottom of his heart.
, I can’t bear to let others look at it, let alone touch it.
Zhang Huanyun was about to walk over. Later, Dr. Yang left the room after treating Zhang's mother and came over and said: "Ms. Zhang, I just used the acupuncture. The old lady is fine now. However, her illness is not an acupuncture."
She can be cured by taking medicine. She must eat on time, so she won't have to worry about it anymore."
Zhang Huanyun nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, but Chen Jianchen knew that he didn't take it to heart at all. In other words, he only had books in his heart and nothing else.
After giving the instructions, Doctor Yang looked eagerly at Chen Xiechen, waiting for him to pay the bill.
Chen Jianchen asked: "Doctor Yang, how much does Mr. Zhang owe you in total?"
Doctor Yang replied: "It's a total of 0.83 cents. Well, sir, just give me a total of 0.80 cents."
Chen Jianchen chuckled: "To be honest, I don't have that much money with me right now. If the doctor trusts me, you can go back to the pharmacy first, and I will deliver the money to your door in person later."
When Dr. Yang heard these words, his heart suddenly went cold, and at the same time he felt a little unhappy. Chen Jianchen was clearly trying to mess with him, but it was hard to do so.
Chen Jianchen saw a lot of people, and after seeing through Dr. Yang's concerns, he said: "Doctor Yang, I respect your medical ethics, but I also ask you to believe in my character. Although I am not a big shot, I am also a scholar.
If you have read the books of sages and learned about benevolence, righteousness, honesty and integrity, and if you have promised others things, you will definitely do them."
He spoke firmly and with an unquestionable aura that was natural and natural.
Yang Dada listened and felt deeply. He cupped his hands and sighed: "Young Master can speak like this. If I continue to speculate with a villain's heart, I will be a doctor in vain. For Mr. Zhang to meet the Young Master, it can be said that he has the help of a noble person."
After saying that, he left three medicines to be taken, ordered Zhang Huanyun to boil them on time for Zhang's mother to eat, and then left.
After sending Doctor Yang away, Chen Jianchen wanted to continue asking Zhang Huanyun to bring out the picture of the lady, but before he could say anything, an old woman came out of the inner room tremblingly, with a haggard appearance and a haggard look.
She was seventy or eighty years old, but Chen Jianchen knew that she was Zhang Huanyun's mother, Mrs. Zhang, who was only in her early sixties this year.
Time makes people grow old, and hard work makes people disabled.
It's always been clear.
Seeing Zhang, Chen Jianchen inexplicably thought of his mother, Mo Sanniang. Perhaps, this was the main reason why he decided to come over to find out.
Mrs. Zhang obviously learned the whole story from Doctor Yang. When she saw Chen Jianchen, she couldn't help but burst into tears and grabbed him to kneel down on the ground.
Chen Jianchen was startled and quickly supported her: "Old Madam, I can't help you!" He quickly helped her sit on a chair next to her.
Mrs. Zhang was still crying. She didn't know whether she hated her son for being useless or was grateful for Chen Jianchen's sudden appearance. She had just been treated by an acupuncture and her illness was not cured yet. She shouldn't be too excited. Chen Jianchen quickly treated Zhang.
Huo Yun called him over, and together they helped the old man go back to his room to rest.
While lying on the bed, Zhang held Chen Jianchen's skinny hand and looked directly at him with turbid eyes, but he opened his mouth and babbled, unable to speak, as if he wanted to entrust him with something, but he couldn't say it.
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Chen Jianchen seemed to understand completely, patting the back of the old man's hand gently and saying: "Please don't worry, old madam."
Only then did Zhang slowly loosen her fingers.
When he went outside, Chen Jianchen let out a long breath. There were five deep nail marks left on his arm where Zhang had just grabbed him. He thought of the other person's cloudy eyes full of expectation, and felt in his heart
He couldn't help feeling a little panicked. He understood that he had to do certain things.
At this time, Zhang Huanyun did not cook the medicine, but picked up another volume and read it.
When Chen Jianchen saw it, he really wanted to go over and snatch the book in his hand and burn it on fire... It's not that reading is not good, but everything should have a time and situation, right. For someone like Zhang Huanyun
, it is simply a manifestation of a morbid condition, and good things lead to demons. If Chen Jianchen's guess is correct, it is likely that he was possessed by a demon.
Then he said in a cold voice: "Brother Zhang, you just promised to show me the brocade painting."
"oh!"
Zhang Huanyun was a little confused at first, but he woke up after a while and said sarcastically: "Sir, please come with me."
Chen Jianchen followed him into the library and saw him sitting on it. He bowed politely to the ancient book on the desk, and then began to mutter to himself as if he was talking to a person: "
Ruyu, I have a friend who wants to meet you, but I hope you don’t want to meet him.”
Chen Jianchen raised his eyebrows and asked, "Her name is Ruyu?"
Zhang Huanyun showed a rare smile and said: "There is an ancient poem saying, 'There is a Yan Ruyu in the book,' so I gave her a name, Yan Ruyu, and she liked it very much."
"You all met in a dream?"
Chen Jianchen asked again, hoping to learn more about the situation. But from a perspective similar to "heart-to-heart chat," Zhang Huanyun didn't have too much wariness and was able to answer truthfully.
"Well, yes, in the dream, I was reading and she was weaving, and we were both very happy...I believe that sooner or later, she will show up and really meet me."
Sure enough, the portrait must have awakened and cultivated the yin spirit, so that it could enter Zhang Huanyun's divine spirit.
Just listening to what Zhang Huanyun said, the two sides did not seem to have done anything beyond compromise, which is worthy of discussion.
However, under the current situation, Chen Jianchen did not want to ask in detail, lest he startle the snake and make the book owner have additional doubts, which would lead to complications. Because people like Zhang Huanyun have extremely stubborn values.
It would be more straightforward to convince him that it would be better to knock him out with a punch. Reasoning would not make sense. Otherwise, how could he be called Shuchi, and how could he become half crazy and half crazy now?
After finishing chatting, Zhang Huanyun finally opened the ancient book, flipped through the pages with ease, and then tenderly held out a human-shaped brocade cloth.
In fact, it is better to say it is brocade cloth than gauze. It is as thin as cicada wings and almost transparent. It is cut into the image of a lady with fluttering skirts. After careful description with pen and ink, the charm of the lady is outlined. Her appearance is elegant, as if she is under the clothes.
In an instant, she will come to life and become a beautiful woman standing right in front of her eyes.
Chen Jianchen stood aside and watched intently. At this moment, he seemed to feel the sharpness of his gaze. The originally smiling lady's facial features suddenly underwent a strange and strange change, showing a fearful and frightened appearance.
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An image of a lady cut from tulle can actually generate negative emotions of fear!!.