Three days later, Wang Lianhua returned to Zhang Qingqing's place.
However, her feet couldn't step into the room. Her mother said that she was afraid that Sister Qingqing was intentionally getting close to her, but she was clearly the one who did so.
Wang Lianhua believed that it was her idea to get close to Sister Qingqing, not because of her medical skills. It was because of the warm expression on her face.
It was the kind of expression that parents doted on and had a happy life. It wasn't just a smile, but also a sense of happiness between their brows.
She wanted to destroy it. This world wasn't that good to begin with. She deliberately asked someone to deceive her, but when she realized that she was deceived, she didn't collapse because the world wasn't good. Instead, she was clear that this world was like this.
She remembered that day when she went up the mountain to pick herbs and walked far away, she didn't have time to go home. She couldn't help but ask her why she didn't mind. How did she answer?
"It's just half a consultation fee. It'll be fine if I earn more."
She felt that it was unfair and asked, but she was deceived. What did she say? At that time, she was poking fish in the water. The starlight in the sky was reflected in the water, and her eyes seemed to be filled with thousands of stars. "En, then it's a good thing that there's one less man who sells his wife and daughter in this world."
At that time, Wang Lianhua didn't understand why this was a good thing. However, when her mother brought Sister Qingqing's father, Wang Lianhua understood a little.
"Come in. You've been standing here for fifteen minutes. Aren't you tired?"
Hearing Zhang Qingqing's voice, Wang Lianhua stiffened, but she slowly walked in.
She opened her mouth with difficulty: "Sister Qingqing, I've already released your father. You can leave now."
"Don't you want to learn medical skills with me?" Zhang Qingqing asked.
Wang Lianhua said bitterly: "I want to, but I lied to you like this. Are you still going to teach me?"
"I'll teach you."
"Why?"
Zhang Qingqing raised her fist: "Four words." Then, she opened up a finger for each word: "I'm willing."
"Sister, those are three words."
Zhang Qingqing opened another finger. "… Ah. I'd love to. "
Looking at Zhang Qingqing who raised four fingers as if she was making an oath, Wang Lianhua smiled. That was the case. Every time she treated those villagers for free, she would also say the same thing. "I'm willing to."
That's right, Sister Qing Qing only did what she was happy to do.
"I'll use my disguise to exchange with you. You didn't see any flaws when you pretended to be a little beggar. I …"
Without waiting for Wang Lianhua to finish, Zhang Qingqing interrupted, "I see the flaw. Your face is white and clean. A little beggar can love to be clean and not be so dirty, but how can you be so white when begging under the sun every day? Her skin was still fine and smooth? You have calluses on your hands, but they're for holding pens, not for working. When we named you together, you revealed that you could read. Moreover, when I explained the medicinal properties of the herbs to you, you could understand the profound meaning. You're picky about food, grilled fish … "
Listening to Zhang Qingqing's explanation, Wang Lianhua's eyes were a little dazed. She said anxiously: "You already knew, why didn't you expose me?"
"Why should I expose you? You're smart and quick-witted, and you're handsome. Where can I find a successor who's so pleasing to the eye and able to learn? "She pinched Wang Lianhua's face as she spoke.
Wang Lianhua covered her face and said: "What if I use the medical skills you taught me to do bad things?"
Zhang Qingqing smiled: "If someone buys a knife and hurts someone, then the person who sold the knife will blame himself. I taught you medical skills, if you hurt someone, it's not my fault. This is how the jianghu is, you come and go, you kill and you kill. But if there's another person with good medical skills in this world, there's always some hope."
Seeing that Wang Lianhua didn't seem to understand what hope was, Zhang Qingqing explained: "No matter what price one has to pay, if there's a glimmer of hope in this world to save the person he wants to save, then he won't despair. This is the hope of life. If there's this hope in this world, I feel that this world is still beautiful. "
"It's okay if you don't understand, take your time to see. This is just a little idea of mine. If you don't agree, it's okay. The understanding of things is related to one's own experience. "
Although she exposed Wang Lianhua.
Zhang Qingqing also wanted to learn the art of disguise, because it wasn't a disguise of pasting a mask on the face, but more like a performance.
One had to be as close to the person's appearance, figure, and temperament as possible, like an impersonation show. And the disguise technique was different from what Qingqing had seen before.
Zhang Qingqing and Wang Lianhua often pretended to be little beggars and squatted in the corner to look at the passersby, summarizing the characteristics of each person. Then the two of them would disguise themselves and put on a show on the street.
Sometimes, Zhang Qingqing would dress as a man, and Wang Lianhua would dress as a woman, and put on a show on the street – a big pervert flirting with a little girl.
Sometimes, Zhang Qingqing would dress as an older woman, and put on a show with Wang Lianhua – an old mother crying about her child playing truant from school, but the child was determined to enter the jianghu.
Sometimes, Wang Lianhua would dress up as a burly man, and Zhang Qingqing would be teased on the street – a hero saving a damsel in distress.
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Not only this disguise, Zhang Qingqing also taught Wang Lianhua inner strength, and Wang Lianhua used voodoo in return. Zhang Qingqing taught Wang Lianhua how to draw, and he taught Zhang Qingqing how to write poems. Zhang Qingqing taught Wang Lianhua music … Wang Lianhua's skills were better than Zhang Qingqing's, so there was nothing to teach.
I hate studying gods.
After being together for a few years, Wang Lianhua had unknowingly stopped calling Zhang Qingqing Sister Qing.
Zhang Qingqing felt that his position was shaken, and suggested that the two of them compete, and whoever won would be the boss.
Zhang Qingqing won in inner strength, movement, and swordsmanship.
Wang Lianhua won in voodoo, poetry, music, and disguise.
In the last round, Zhang QingQing finished her painting first. She felt that her painting was already at her best level, but she didn't know how Wang LianHua's painting was, so she couldn't help but stretch her head out to look.
Although she couldn't see anything, she just wanted to see.
Wang Lianhua looked at Zhang Qingqing, who cared so much about winning and losing, and laughed in his heart.
He deliberately slowed down his brush, so that he could see her anxious look. But when it came to the finishing touch, he still tilted the brush slightly.
Seeing Zhang Qingqing breathe a sigh of relief and happiness, Wang Lianhua was happier than if he won.
However, each of them won four times, so it was a draw. Although she didn't need to recognize Wang Lianhua as her master, Zhang Qingqing didn't treat him as her sister.
On this day, Wang Lianhua suggested that the two of them dress up as old men and women to walk on the street, and Zhang Qingqing readily agreed.
The two of them wore white hair and drew wrinkles. They walked on the street hand in hand, trembling. When they saw a little girl selling flowers, Wang Lianhua bought a flower and put it on Zhang Qingqing's head.
Zhang Qingqing stroked the bright red flower, looked at herself in the water, and recited, "Don't laugh with white hair and flowers."
Wang Lianhua looked at Zhang Qingqing, who was dressed up as an old woman, and felt that she was more beautiful. Her peace, indifference, and natural kindness showed the unique kindness of old people on this old woman's face. He replied, "Time never defeats beauty."
The scene of the two of them walking back hand in hand gave the people who saw them a beautiful feeling of time.
Wang Lianhua had been away for a few months, and now his martial arts were first class in Jianghu, so Zhang Qingqing wasn't worried about his safety. She didn't feel lonely. Ever since she lived in the courtyard arranged by Lady Wang, there were no chores to bother her, so Zhang Qingqing spent her time comprehending the way of the sword. If she didn't have a clue, she would put it down. She would organize the lyrics and music that she and Wang Lianhua wrote, write a script, and give it to the theater to rehearse.
Lady Wang's subordinates who were old or didn't want to sell their bodies could be transferred to the theater under Wang Lianhua's name and act in some plays. Seeing that the skills that Zhang Qingqing taught Wang Lianhua were her special skills, and they were exquisite, Lady Wang was willing to give her face.
Because the plot was full of ups and downs, the poems were beautiful, and the girls in the brothel were all good at acting, and there were new plays. The theater was filled to the brim with people. The money it earned was no less than Lady Wang's brothel. If they needed manpower, they had to recruit people from the surrounding brothels.
For a time, the name of the theater was widely spread in the brothels.
On this day, Zhang Qingqing was thinking about how to write a new play, and she was so worried that she lost a few strands of hair. The theater's script was in high demand, and they had to change it every half a month. The girls had acting skills, but they didn't have the foundation, and it was easy for them to be copied by other actors. The theater relied on the word "new" to attract people.
A few of the writers scratched their heads until they were bald.
They found Zhang Qingqing and begged her to write a new play, but Zhang Qingqing could only help write.
As soon as he started writing the script, he missed Wang Lianhua. His writing skills flowed like a spring, and he could write a good play in half a day. Even Zhang Qingqing, who had so much experience, couldn't compare to him.
Even an ordinary matter would have a thousand twists and turns under Wang LianHua's pen. He could compose several poems on the spot for a single flower fall. He also had the ability to use poems from various schools, and he could even make them into wonderful essays. Those who didn't know would think that he was using the original lines, and those who could understand would admire his profound knowledge.
This guy, it wasn't easy for others to be good at anything, but he was good at everything. He was really amazing. Fortunately, she had the advantage of time, or else she wouldn't even be able to catch up to him.
As she thought about it, she wrote Wang Lianhua's name on the paper.
"Qingqing, are you thinking of me like this? You actually wrote my name to relieve your yearning? "
Hearing Wang Lianhua's teasing words, Zhang Qingqing happily turned around, but she was a little dazzled by this scarlet-clothed prince.
His eyebrows were still the same, but they were a little more devilish, a little more charming, and a little more elegant. There was only a little more cuteness left.
Seeing that Qingqing was mesmerized by him, Wang Lianhua couldn't help but feel proud.
He was so pleased that he lost himself and returned to his original seventeen or eighteen-year-old appearance.
"Look."
Wang Lianhua waved the "Mind Manipulation" manual in his hand. "This is the good stuff I found in the past few months. I've already learned it. Do you want me to teach you?"
However, Zhang Qingqing didn't come back to her senses. Although she was no longer dazzled, her heart was moved.
The two of them stared at each other, and for a moment, the air was a little quiet.
In the end, he didn't break the ice. Although Wang Lianhua also liked Zhang Qingqing. His pride didn't allow him to use the Mind Manipulation Technique.
However, teaching Zhang Qingqing the Mind Manipulation Technique was what Wang Lianhua wanted her to learn as soon as possible.
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