Although he was a native of Luo village, Xiao Luo did not believe in the manifestation of his master's spirit. However, his master was the belief of the people of Luo village. It was passed down from generation to generation, and he respected his master from the bottom of his heart.
Ji Siying almost finished a bowl of divine water. It was very cool and sweet. There was indeed a faint fragrance. After drinking it, her internal organs seemed to be moisturized. While Xiao Luo was not paying attention, she quietly took a small bottle and filled it with the remaining divine water in the bowl. She would take it back to NSA for research and analysis to see if there were any secrets hidden in the water.
After the memorial ceremony, the middle-aged woman of Luo village entered the side kitchen to cook chicken porridge.
The old man Xiao Quanren wrote couplets for the master's altar. His calligraphy was recognized by the whole village, and he was the only old man who could write majestic calligraphy.
"Young people should practice more calligraphy. This is a treasure of calligraphy handed down by the ancestors. It has a deep foundation and can bring the words to life. If you don't pick it up, sooner or later it will be lost." Xiao Dichang said to the teenagers of Luo village.
Some nodded in agreement, some snorted at it as a joke, and some had no reaction, as if all this had nothing to do with them.
"Is the old man's calligraphy good?" A seven or eight-year-old boy asked curiously.
"Of course."
Xiao Dichang said proudly, "The old man was a scholar in the Qing dynasty. He was familiar with the four books and five classics. He could write poems in seven steps. His calligraphy was even easier. Even the calligraphers in the county praised the old man's calligraphy for being very beautiful."
"Wow, the old man is so powerful!"
The boy's eyes were suddenly full of worship and respect.
"Shh … Be quiet, the old man is going to write." Someone made a gesture to keep quiet and asked everyone to keep quiet.
Two red couplets were spread out on the table. Xiao Quanren put on a pair of worn-out presbyopic glasses and held a pen, ready to write. The whole altar quieted down. Everyone looked at him eagerly. For many people, watching the old master write was a kind of enjoyment, because the old master not only wrote well, but the couplets he came up with were also very good, full of majestic momentum.
However, today, the old man Xiao Quanren did not seem to be in a good state. The brush stopped in mid-air and did not start writing for a long time. Furthermore, the brush in his hand kept trembling.
"What happened to the Old Master?" the boy asked again.
"Don't talk. Old Master is meditating. You have to think about what to write before you start writing," his father whispered to him.
However, even after ten minutes, the old man Xiao Quanren still did not move his brush. The brush that was dipped in ink kept shaking. Finally, a drop of ink dripped from the tip of the brush onto the red paper, forming a large ink spot.
This was definitely a taboo in calligraphy!
Such a situation was absolutely not allowed to occur in calligraphy.
Everyone looked at each other and thought, What's wrong with the old master?
"Parkinson's disease. The old master has a neurological degenerative disease that is very common in the elderly!" Xiao Luo saw it at a glance.
Although it was said that the divine water protected the old man from all diseases, this was only a kind of belief and wish. In fact, there was no real immunity to all diseases. After hearing Xiao Luo's words, Xiao Dichang's face became dignified. "Xiao Luo, are you sure the old master is sick?"
"Xiao Luo, don't talk nonsense. The old master is very healthy. Don't curse the old man." Xiao Qiudong righteously rebuked. .
Xiao Luo ignored him and only answered Xiao Dichang's question. "The clinical manifestations of Parkinson's disease mainly include static tremor, slow movement, muscle stiffness, and posture and gait disorders. The old master is motionless, and his hands keep shaking. This obvious feature indicates that he has Parkinson's disease."
"You're not a medical student. How can you be so sure?" Xiao Qiudong shouted.
The others also had the same question. In any case, only a doctor had the right to speak.
At this time, Xiao Quanren put down his brush and said with a smile, "Xiao Luo is right. A few days ago, I went to the county hospital for a check-up. The doctor said that I had a disease, and the name was hard to remember. Now that Xiao Luo said it, I remembered. He was talking about something called Parkinson's disease."
"Old master, it's Parkinson's disease." Xiao Luo smiled and corrected him.
Xiao Quanren squinted and smiled. "Yes, yes, yes. It's Parkinson's disease. Sigh … I'm old and useless. My memory is getting worse and worse."
After receiving confirmation, everyone looked at Xiao Luo in a different light.
Xiao Dichang asked, "Xiao Luo, since you know what disease it is, you should also know how to treat it, right?"
Xiao Luo shook his head. "This is a complication of old age. There's no way to treat it at the moment. However, it won't have any effect on Old Master's lifespan. It's just that when he's focused on something, a certain part of his body can't help but tremble. He won't be able to remain still."
Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. As long as it didn't affect his lifespan, it was fine.
"Xiao Luo, it looks like you didn't study in college for nothing. You know a lot of things."
"Yes, I've never heard of Parkinson's disease. You've taught me a lot."
"It looks like we have to let our children study more. It's useful after all."
Xiao Qiudong's face became very ugly. He didn't get admitted to college himself, but he used his own career to compare with Xiao Luo's career to illustrate the uselessness of studying. At this time, it was undoubtedly subverted, which made him hate Xiao Luo.
"Of course, Luo Zi is the only undergraduate in our village. He has the highest education and knows a lot of things." Xiao Ping praised Xiao Luo without hesitation.
Xiao Qiudong was so angry that he pointed the spearhead at Xiao Ping: "What nonsense, who said that you will know a lot of things after going to college? Now college students don't have the gold content of the past. They don't study for four years in college, but are busy falling in love, eating, drinking, and playing. They don't study and have no skills. Those who come out of college are a group of gluttonous and lazy people."
He changed the way he scolded Xiao Luo.
"Wax Gourd, this is too absolute."
"Yes, Xiao Luo is not. Otherwise, Miss Ji would not have taken a fancy to Xiao Luo."
"It's better to read more books to increase your knowledge and knowledge."
Xiao Ping didn't dare to fight back against Xiao Qiudong, but the other guys wouldn't be polite. Moreover, Luo Village was so big. Everyone knew about Xiao Ping. Everyone knew that Xiao Ping borrowed money from Xiao Qiudong. Xiao Qiudong was so rude to Xiao Ping and reprimanded him indiscriminately. Everyone was very unhappy to see this. What was the difference between this and a villain who used someone else's weakness to threaten others?
Xiao Qiudong didn't say anything more. After all, he also knew the truth of public opinion.
After the discussion, there was a problem that had to be faced. The old man couldn't write couplets now. Who should write couplets for the master's altar?
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