After exposing the vest, she became a god overnight

"Yes." Zhai Zhengqing breathed a sigh of relief, "More than ten years have passed, you really still remember it."

"At that time, Grandpa Han taught me how to draw traditional Chinese paintings and calligraphy, and I have a very deep memory." Song Jing walked out of the school, "Uncle Di, where are Grandpa Han and his wife now?"

When Zhai Zhengqing heard what Song Jing said, he knew that she agreed to save people, and his voice was raised a little, a little excited, "Both the teacher and the mistress are in the imperial capital."

"It only takes more than three hours to drive from Haicheng to the Imperial Capital. Uncle Zhai, I can go to the Imperial Capital now and come back overnight after treating Grandma Han." Song Jing pondered, it was only one night, and it would not delay her Go find medicine No. 005.

"No problem, I'll send a car to pick you up now."

The car sent by Zhai Zhengqing arrived very quickly. Song Jing stood at the school gate and responded to a few messages before the car stopped by the side of the road.

"Xiao Jing." Zhai Zhengqing got out of the car and opened the door for Song Jing.

"Uncle Di, long time no see."

"Yeah, long time no see. Let's get in the car first."

The two got into the car, and the driver drove the car out, directly onto the expressway, and drove to the imperial capital.

"Xiao Jing, do you still get used to it after coming to Haicheng?" Zhai Zhengqing spoke softly and caringly, "How did your biological parents treat you? Did they bully you because of your blood relationship?"

"They can't bully me."

Thinking of Song Jing's ability, Zhai Zhengqing couldn't help but smiled, thinking that let alone the Lin family couldn't bully her, it would be good if she didn't bully the Lin family.

"At the beginning, I said I would pick you up for school in Haicheng, but you didn't want to come. Why do you suddenly want to come now?" Zhai Zhengqing opened the car refrigerator while talking, and handed a bottle of warm milk tea to Song Jing.

"Thank you." Song Jing burst into the milk tea with a puff, took a sip with downcast eyes, and said calmly, "I have something to do, so come here and stay for a while."

Zhai Zhengqing knew that Song Jing had a lot of secrets, and Song Jing didn't want to go into details, so he stopped asking, "If you need my help, just send me a message."

"Well, I know." Song Jing smiled a little more, "Uncle Di, tell me about Grandma Han's condition."

"Master's wife is getting old, and her health has not been very good these years. She has cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases and has been taking medicine all year round. But some time ago, for some reason, her illness became serious, and she took the medicine prescribed before. It didn’t work at all, so I went to the hospital for an examination and said that it was a similar condition of cerebral infarction.”

"The doctor used some treatment measures to improve cerebral circulation, prevent cerebral edema and reduce intracranial pressure, but the results were not satisfactory. The condition of my wife became more and more serious. Later, it was all suppressed by an imported drug."

"This kind of imported medicine costs [-] yuan. The savings of the teacher and the teacher's wife are not much, and they have been emptied during this period of time. The money raised by us students, the teacher and the teacher's wife are not willing to accept anything."

Zhai Zhengqing said with a sigh, "If this medicine can really cure my wife's illness, it's fine, but it can only be suppressed. The teacher called me two days ago, saying that my wife's condition has worsened, and now I'm in a coma. I can't wake up. I thought about it, and then I sent you a message."

"Xiaojing, do you know what kind of illness my wife has?"

"You have to see it to know." Without seeing the patient, Song Jing would not make a judgment casually.

"These people are too bastards!" Zhai Zhengqing glanced at the phone, his face became a little ugly, "The teacher is a literati, but he is also an individual. Whoever stipulates that literati can't make money by their own ability, not to mention that the teacher earns all this money for saving money. Teacher, these people don't know anything, they talk nonsense when they open their mouths, and they don't look like a literati should."

"It's all ugly faces of jealousy!"

Song Jing raised his eyebrows slightly, and used his mobile phone to narrow down the news reports related to Han Xingxiu. A lot of news reports immediately popped up. The first one was the news about Han Xingxiu's live broadcast to make money, followed by a big explosion.

Song Jingjing entered relevant content. In addition to the news written by the media, there were also many accounts of certified Chinese masters who expressed their contempt for Han Xingxiu's behavior of broadcasting live broadcasts to collect money.

The one with a yellow V, a certified master of Chinese studies, and his speech named Hong Dian was the highest rated.

Hong Dian: [A gentleman loves money and gets it in a proper way. To collect money in this way really loses the character of our literati.Don't be ashamed to associate with it. 】

This Weibo is followed by likes and echoes.

[The real master of Chinese studies still depends on Mr. Hong. 】

[Ms. Hong is really upright and dare to speak out, and whether it is traditional Chinese painting or calligraphy, I think Mr. Hong's works are [-] or [-] times ahead of Han Xingxiu. I don't understand why Han Xingxiu was able to He was elected, but Mr. Hong lost the election.I seriously doubt the fairness of the selection of global Chinese masters. 】

[Manual Art Selection Committee deprived Han Xingxiu of the honor of Global Master of Chinese Studies, and returned this honor to Mr. Hong! 】

[Han Xingxiu's eating this time is too ugly, get out of the literary world. 】

Song Jing flipped through a few Weibo news and speeches, and knew why Zhai Zhengqing was so angry.

When Zhai Zhengqing was still a grassroots student, he was admitted to Peking University from a poor background and became a student of Han Xingxiu.

Han Xingxiu felt sorry for this student, and took Zhai Zhengqing to his home every week to improve the food, and taught Zhai Zhengqing what he knew and learned without reservation. Even when Zhai Zhengqing later embarked on an official career, Han Xingxiu also used his contacts and resources in the early stage Helped him a lot.

For Zhai Zhengqing, Han Xingxiu is not only a teacher, but also a father.

Song Jing withdrew and sent a message out.

[Help me find a master of Chinese studies named Hong Dian. 】

[Boss, where do you want to check? 】

Song Jing suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing a nasty viciousness, [check on ruined reputation. 】

【learn!What did Hong Dian do, who is not good to offend, why did he offend you? 】

[It's too ugly to look at. 】

Song Jing exited the chat box after replying this sentence, and Zhai Zhengqing was still reading the news on the Internet, and was so angry that his brain hurt, he raised his hand and rubbed the center of his eyebrows.

Song Jing didn't say much, just lowered his head to play Xiaoxiaole on his mobile phone.

The car left the high-speed toll booth in the imperial capital at around nine o'clock in the evening, and finally drove into the underground garage of a high-rise community around ten ten o'clock.

Zhai Zhengqing was obviously familiar with this neighborhood. The driver was waiting for them in the car. He took the elevator with Song Jing from the garage to the fourth floor with his things.

Han Xingxiu's house was locked with a combination, and Zhai Zhengqing directly verified the fingerprint to open the door, which shows how close the relationship between their teachers and students is.

"Zhengqing, here we come." Han Xingxiu was waiting in the living room, and when they entered the room, his eyes first fell on Song Jing, and his somewhat haggard expression showed nostalgia and kindness, "This is Song girl, who has grown so big Yes. Come in and sit down."