…
The two of them refused to accept it.
He walked out of the clinic quickly and saw many people gathered on the street. It seemed that some officials were passing by and were leaving.
Xu Zijun came quickly and left quickly. After crying for a while, she left in a hurry with her people.
"Uncle, it's been so many years since you moved out … You still stay here …"
"The other one is Xiaoquan's wife who will be married tomorrow."
He was getting older. His hair was white, his back was hunched, his face was full of wrinkles, and his eyes were cloudy.
After thinking for a while, Lu Sheng inserted it into the corner of the medicine cabinet as a decoration.
Boom!
"They are …?"
Dong, dong, dong.
"Uncle, I'm afraid Zijun can't come to see you often. You must take care of yourself. "Xu Zijun said with a trace of reluctance.
Suddenly, there was a sound of gong outside the door and someone was shouting.
…
It was time for the child he had watched grow up to get married.
The clinic was getting more and more dilapidated. Lu Sheng found people to repair it several times, but the main frame couldn't be repaired.
In the heavy rain and thunder, Lu Sheng watched Xu Zijun's figure disappear into the darkness. He sighed deeply and turned around to close the door.
"Yes … I'm always here." Lu Sheng smiled and looked at the two of them carefully.
…
"Uncle …" Seeing Lu Sheng's appearance, Xu Zijun couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat and her eyes were a little moist.
A few days later, the Zhong Family sent over a brand new red windmill.
Thunder and lightning flashed, and heavy rain poured down.
…
The people in the small town came and went. The old houses were demolished and new ones were built. The small shop opposite also had a new owner.
He sat down again and gently opened the gift box.
As soon as Lu Sheng closed the door of the clinic, there was a sudden knock on the door.
After taking the gift box from Xu Zijun, Lu Sheng comforted her a few more words. They talked for a while, and Xu Zijun had to get up and leave. She was already a young lady and was about to be married. She couldn't stay in a man's house for a long time.
"Old Master Xu is really amazing! I didn't expect our little town to have a Jingshi master! "
Looking at Lu Sheng, who was already old and had a head full of white hair, she let out a long sigh.
"Uncle Lu, I haven't come to see you in a long time. It's been a few months, right?"
Lu Sheng laughed involuntarily. He blew on it and watched as the windmill spun rapidly. He got up and conveniently inserted it into the corner of the medicine cabinet, lining it up with the windmill from when he was a child.
"Yeah … I didn't touch it, so I just let it sit there." Lu Sheng couldn't give out the money, so he sat down again and sighed with a smile.
"Uncle … My husband … He … He said that he would go with me … He said …" Xu Zijun sobbed uncontrollably.
Clang clang clang!
"Who is it?" Lu Sheng was stunned and quickly returned to the door.
In the blink of an eye, another thirty years had passed …
"Exactly."
The thin and small baby's face was originally red from crying, but as soon as he approached him, he quickly calmed down, and a sweet smile actually appeared on his wrinkled cheeks.
"Ziquan. Xu Ziquan, I hope he can live a peaceful life in the future, "the beautiful woman replied softly.
The beautiful woman smiled, took the windmill, and ruffled Xiaojun's hair.
She said with a hint of solemnity.
"Is it the Zhong Family outside the city?" Lu Sheng had also heard of it. "I watched that kid grow up. He's honest and honest. You will be happy." He smiled and handed over the gift he had prepared.
However, this windmill looked like it could spin, but there were some parts of its structure wrong …
Lu Sheng was stunned. He massaged his aching back and hurriedly opened the wooden door again.
Just as he was about to turn off the light, he saw a small red windmill on the table.
A brand new light red windmill lay quietly inside. The sides of the windmill were reinforced with small wooden sticks, and the workmanship was extremely exquisite.
In the blink of an eye, five years had passed …
Lu Sheng walked closer to take a closer look at the baby.
Lu Sheng looked at the sky and got up to tell the children that it was time to go back.
Thunder rumbled.
…
Lu Sheng shook his head and looked at Xu Zijun. She was also old. There were some white hairs on her temples, and there were crow's feet at the corner of her eyes.
"I haven't made a windmill for a long time. I'll make a new one for you later."
"It's me! Uncle, it's me, Zijun! "A familiar female voice with a tinge of sadness came from the door.
He reached out to pick up the windmill and gently blew on it. The windmill slowly spun with the wind.
After watching Xu Zijun leave, Lu Sheng sat down again and sighed.
Listening to the occasional whimpers and cries coming from the backyard, Lu Sheng handed the prescription to the patient. Subconsciously, the corners of his lips curled into a smile.
Lu Sheng wanted to send them out of the clinic, but they stopped him. He just stood at the door and watched them leave.
"This windmill … You still have it?" Suddenly, Xu Zijun saw the two windmills on the medicine cabinet from the corner of her eyes. The two red windmills were not as bright as before, but they were still in good condition. They would still spin slowly with the wind.
…
Xu Zijun accepted the gift and also took a small box from the servant.
Xu Zijun did not speak. She just sat there with a gratified smile on her face. There were many things in her smile, but most of them were tiredness.
Lu Sheng quickly helped her up. There were servants of the Xu Family standing outside the door, and he also asked them to come in.
Lu Sheng looked like a man in his forties. He was a little old, and there were some wrinkles at the corner of his eyes. He was no longer as fresh and handsome as he was when he was young.
Bang bang bang bang!
She was the only one left to support the Xu and Zhong families. She must not fall. Crying here could only be the last resort of weakness.
"The Jing Wei is a big official who is in charge of the shops in the three towns nearby! The Xu family is going to be successful in the future. "
After the Xu family left, Lu Sheng packed up his things. It was getting late. He finally dealt with a few patients and closed the door of the clinic.
On a sunny day, a pretty girl, accompanied by two servants, walked into the medical hall with an umbrella.
Lu Sheng raised his head and glanced at it.
Time flew, and 20 years had passed in the blink of an eye.
The three of them entered the clinic together. Lu Sheng wanted to serve each of them a cup of tea, but the man quickly got up and did it for him.
"Don't worry, it's not far from here. If you want to come, you can bring the boy to sit with me." Lu Sheng said with a hint of softness.
Lu Sheng prepared a little, and then solemnly used a brush to dot a vermilion dot on the baby's left ear.
"This is a little gift from me for being called uncle for so many years. Take it."
Xu Zijun looked at the windmill. Suddenly, she smiled.
…
Lu Sheng slowly pulled open the wooden door, and saw a familiar face with a tinge of old age.
A breeze blew in. One of the two windmills was slow, and the other was fast. One was old, and the other was new.
The two young men hurriedly stood up and greeted him, "Hello, uncle."
Lu Sheng sat in the clinic and carefully took a patient's pulse. He had almost forgotten his original purpose. He only wanted to be a simple doctor in this town, saving lives and healing the injured.
"I wish you happiness and good health in the future." He said with a smile.
"Thank you, Apothecary Lu." The patient gratefully accepted the prescription and stood up to leave.
"What's going on?"
There was a light knock on the old wooden door.
"Click."
In the past eight years, Xu Zijun had grown from a little girl to an age where it was time to get married.
"Thank you, Apothecary Lu!" Squire Xu smiled and left a large coin.
"This windmill is for you." Xiaojun took out a small blue windmill from somewhere and handed it to the baby in the beautiful woman's arms.
"Yes, and you too." Xu Zijun nodded with a smile.
The two of them chatted for a long time. It was not until it was late that Xu Zijun left in a sedan with her son and daughter-in-law.
"I didn't do anything wrong to the Zhong family. I, Xu Zijun, have never done anything wrong to anyone in my life!"
"No need. These two are fine." Lu Sheng waved his hand.
"What's his name?"
Amidst the steam from the hot tea, Xu Zijun let go of her walking stick. She slowly sat down with the help of the woman.
A few years ago, Old Master Xu passed away. Now, Xu Zijun's husband had passed away as well. With the fall of the two pillars of the family who worked in the yamen, the situation that the Xu family faced suddenly became extremely difficult.
Xu Zijun, who was half a man's height, ran around the backyard of the clinic while holding the hand of a little boy who was a head shorter than her. She held the blue windmill in her hand and spun it in the wind.
"It's fine. I just don't know if I can still do it …" Xu Zijun was a little emotional.
"Mother, you still have a child." Zhong Quan smiled at the side.
Listening to the faint chatter around him, Lu Sheng watched the couple leave. He exhaled and turned back to the clinic.
"He's Zhong Quan, my son. After so many years, I've finally brought him up. He's at the age where he can go out on his own. "Xu Zijun's face showed a hint of relief.
…
…
"Is it Zijun?" He sounded a little surprised. In the blink of an eye, another eight years had passed.
Lu Sheng took the windmill and did not speak for a long time.
"You are … Zijun?" His eyes were a little blurred and his hair was all white. His back was slowly hunching. For a moment, he did not recognize who the woman in front of him was.
Xu Zijun walked into the door with a haggard face. As soon as she came in, she could not stop her tears and fell to the ground crying loudly.
"This is a gift from Zijun to uncle. Thank you for taking care of me for so many years …" Speaking of this, her eyes were also a little red.
He smiled and carefully opened the second layer.
"Uncle … My husband … My husband …" Xu Zijun's face was wet. It was hard to tell if it was tears or rainwater.
"Come in, hurry, it's cold outside." Lu Sheng saw a young man and woman following behind Xu Zijun. Both of them were smiling and the man's face still had a trace of Xu Zijun's face.
The gift box had two layers. The first layer was a layer of dark red Green Toad Grass. He often talked about this precious medicine in the past. He did not expect Zijun to remember it.
There was no descending Skyfiend, nor was there any prince or heir. There was only a doctor here.
Lu Sheng was speechless. He could only let Xu Zijun cry her heart out and vent the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time.
…
Lu Sheng smiled and quickly took out two envelopes of money from the drawer as a greeting gift.
Xu Zijun's husband, the honest Little Fatty, was killed by thieves when he was patrolling the county government. He was stabbed several times and died.
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