His father had just been on the brink of death. What if something bad happened to him?
The middle-aged man stopped looking at the girl and frowned. "Dad, can you not let just anyone into the house?"
Sheng Qingtang didn't respond. He looked at the pill on the ground and was stunned.
A few seconds later, he finally reacted and angrily slapped the middle-aged man's bald head.
"Idiot! Don't you know that this is the elixir that Miss Ying gave to your father? "
"Is it because your father doesn't stay up late to eat vegetables and has better habits than you? Are you afraid that your father will live longer than you and send you away?"
The middle-aged man was stunned. "What elixir? Dad, I already said, don't look at it … "
"Shut up!" Sheng Qingtang slapped him again. "This is Doctor Yingshen. Without her, your father would have already met the King of Hell."
The middle-aged man was stunned again. "Dad, you said that this little girl is Doctor Yingshen? You're not lying to me? "
"Nonsense." Sheng Qingtang said angrily. "Hurry up and pick up the pill."
As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man knelt down with a "plop".
"Doctor Yingshen …" He burst into tears. "You are my second parent. Without you, I really don't know what to do."
Old Mr. Sheng was speechless.
His biological father was still at the scene, wasn't he?
"My father is cheated by health supplements every day. The more he is cheated, the braver he gets. I thought you were the same." The middle-aged man wiped his tears. "I'm really sorry. I apologize."
Ying Zijin couldn't stand his enthusiasm and took a step back. "It's okay. Get up."
Sheng Qingtang put away his pill and wiped it with a heartache. He swallowed it in one gulp and was still angry. "Let him kneel."
"Doctor Yingshen, it's my negligence that I haven't been able to see you." The middle-aged man was ashamed. "It's almost night. Why don't you stay for dinner?"
"No need." Ying Zijin shook her head slightly. "I have to go back to school."
"Okay, okay." The middle-aged man quickly got up. "I'll see Miss Ying out."
Ying Zijin picked up the scroll on the coffee table and was about to leave.
Sheng Qingtang's eyes were sharp. He blurted out, "Miss Ying, wait!"
Ying Zijin turned back.
"I smell the fragrance of ink." Sheng Qingtang rubbed his hands. "May I ask if Miss Ying has any top-notch calligraphy treasures in her hands?"
Ying Zijin nodded and said, "Just for fun."
"Can I have a look?" Sheng Qingtang coughed lightly. "This unfilial son hasn't let me touch a pen for a long time."
The middle-aged man was speechless. "Dad, don't be so shameless. You're the one who climbs trees, picks fruits, and dives into the water every day."
. Sheng Qingtang's father's father's's and unfolded the scroll.
Then, they fell into a long silence.
The middle-aged man was quite surprised. He came over to take a look and was shocked. "Dad, these words …"
..... " Sheng Qingtang raised his head, his expression solemn. "Miss Ying, do you think I can buy your calligraphy for one million yuan?"
"…"
Ying Zijin was silent for a while. "How much do you want?"
Sheng Qingtang thought she didn't think it was enough. "Two million is fine."
The middle-aged man was unhappy. "Dad, why are you so stingy when you're old? Miss Ying's handwriting is much better than yours when you were young. You sold your 'dog crawl' handwriting for eight million. "
"Look, this handwriting is so natural and smooth. It has the style of the Wei and Jin Dynasties. Even if you have more than thirty years of experience, you might not be able to write something like this."
Old Mr. Sheng was speechless.
Unfilial son!
"Miss Ying, don't lower yourself to my dad's level. I'll buy your calligraphy." The middle-aged man was generous. "Ten million. I won't let you lose money."
Ying Zijin pondered for a moment. "Sorry, I'm taking this calligraphy to the school's art festival. If you really want it, I can write another one."
"You're taking it to the art festival?" Sheng Qingtang was heartbroken. "What a waste! What a waste!"
In the end, he was reluctant to part with it. "Then I'll have to trouble Miss Ying to write another one. Can I take a picture with this one?"
In the end, when Ying Zijin took the ten million and left, she felt that something was wrong.
She sighed softly and pressed her head.
She could earn so much money just by writing words. What was the point of refining medicine?
**
Three days later.
In the afternoon.
Ying Zijin received a call from Old Mr. Zhong.
"Zijin, it's your birthday tomorrow. Grandpa is going to hold a birthday party for you. Do you have time to look at your dress later?"
Hearing this, Ying Zijin remembered that her birthday was March 24th.
When she was in Qingshui County, although the Wen family was poor, Wen Fengmian would never treat her and Wen Tinglan unfairly.
Therefore, every year, they would celebrate the siblings' birthdays.
However, they could not afford a cake, so they only had a scone.
But it was also a happy and harmonious occasion.
More than a year ago, she was brought back to Family Ying and did not celebrate her birthday again.
Because no one remembered her at Family Ying and Old Mr. Zhong was not in Hu City at that time, so he did not know.
"Grandpa, you don't have to go through so much trouble." Ying Zijin chuckled. "You can come to the Wen family and have a meal with my father. I don't like to make extravagant arrangements."
Old Mr. Zhong was silent for a long time. After a while, he said, "Okay, okay. It's enough to celebrate with the family."
"I'll pick you up from school tomorrow and then we'll go to the Wen family together."
After hanging up the phone, Ying Zijin thought for a while and called Fu Yunshen.
Fu Yunshen was accompanying Master Fu at the Fu family's house. After answering the phone, he was quite surprised.
"What did she say?" Master Fu looked at him eagerly. "What did my granddaughter-in-law say to you?"
"First of all, she is not your granddaughter-in-law. Don't even think about having a granddaughter-in-law with me. I'm not getting married."
"…"
"Second of all, she didn't tell me, she told you." Fu Yunshen said lazily. "Yaoyao invited you to her birthday cake."
"Really?" Master Fu was surprised. "Zijin invited me to celebrate her birthday?"
Fu Yunshen lifted his eyelids. "You don't have to go."
"Of course I'm going." Master Fu said seriously. "I haven't eaten cake for a long time. I'm craving it."
Fu Yunshen raised his eyebrows.
"Hey, wait." Master Fu suddenly thought of something. "Is Old Mr. Zhong going too?"
Before Fu Yunshen could answer, he said to himself, "Then I have to set up the chessboard and play two games with him."
He said proudly, "I'll definitely beat him."
"…"
**
March 24th.
The Spring Equinox had just passed and the nights were longer than the days.
At seven o 'clock, the sky was almost dark.
The street lights gradually lit up and the lights flickered.
The community where the Wen family lived was not big, but it was quiet.
Ying Zijin also saw this point, so she bought Wen Fengmian an apartment here.
At the same time, at the top of an 18-storey building not far away.
A figure was crawling on the ground and looking in their direction.
The black muzzle was slowly raised and aimed at the building, aiming at the man's slender back.
"The target has been locked."
----- Digression —
Ying Zijin: I don't understand. What's so valuable these days?
This chapter can be combined with chapter 15.
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