You don't understand the world of Chinese medicine

The art exhibition was held by a cutting-edge painter. It is said that he had just returned from studying in France and had won several international awards. The tickets for this art exhibition sold well, but more people went for his father and grandfather. His grandfather was a master of traditional Chinese painting, and his father was a calligrapher. It is said that in addition to his works, the works of his grandfather and father will be exhibited this time.

Chu Jin and Tang Mingyuan didn't come here for his elders, but they had learned about the painter's style in advance. His use of color was bold and wide-ranging. Some people would think it was frivolous, but Tang Mingyuan liked it.

Tang Mingyuan did not wear a hat today. His bright blue hair was replaced by dark purple. He was wearing a red T-shirt with a cat pattern printed on it, light gray cotton slacks, and red canvas shoes on his feet. Sitting in a wheelchair, wearing the same light gray pants, a dark blue T-shirt on the upper body, and a thin coat over it.

"I think that green casual suit looks better." Tang Mingyuan pushed the wheelchair and walked slowly, expressing his dissatisfaction to Chu Jin, "I can wear that red casual suit, so that we can see the two of us at a glance. relationship."

Two idiots?

Although she has long been used to Tang Mingyuan's aesthetics, and has even been fascinated by Tang Mingyuan's dressing for a long time, Chu Jin refuses to dress according to Tang Mingyuan's aesthetics, "Since ancient times, red and blue have produced CP."

"But your T-shirt is blocked by your coat." Tang Mingyuan pinched Chu Jin's earlobe and protested, "Forget it, I know you are shy."

shy……

Chu Jin didn't refute silently. It's better to be shy than anything else. He really didn't have the courage to try the pink and green sportswear. "Would you like to see it?"

This painter is indeed bold in his use of colors, but for some reason, the paintings always reveal a kind of depression and moaning pain, while Tang Mingyuan likes the vibrant and gorgeous, that's why Chu Jin asked if he should continue to read.

"Let's take a look again." Tang Mingyuan said, "Actually, I still like to be positive."

This person's style is not something he can appreciate. It is like the most famous painting of this artist. On a large expanse of strange and brightly colored roses, several "people" in gorgeous clothes with mouse heads are walking, giving people a hideous look for no reason. And feeling numb, it seems like a mockery of society.

Because it was at the art exhibition that Tang Mingyuan spoke in a low voice, but he couldn't stand the two of them being too conspicuous. Not to mention that Chu Jin came in a wheelchair, it was Tang Mingyuan's purple hair that attracted a lot of attention, and the two of them were outstanding. It's hard for people to ignore her appearance.

"The threshold for art exhibitions has become lower now, so anyone can come in." The speaker was a middle-aged man in a suit with a potbellied stomach. He happened to be standing near Tang Mingyuan and the two of them. He rubbed his nose and mocked, "Art is It's a noble thing, not everyone can understand it." After speaking, he rubbed his nose again, but his face was a little pale.

Tang Mingyuan was never a good-natured person, so he turned his head to look at the man, and smiled, "Yeah, why can anyone enter the art exhibition, even patients are allowed in, Xiao Jin, let's stay away, it's okay to be infected. good."

As soon as the words came out, although they didn't know whether it was true or not, the people standing around the middle-aged man subconsciously took a few steps back, leaving the man in the middle.

That purple hair may make people feel weird on others, but Tang Mingyuan's good looks can't be helped. When the peach blossom eyes are not smiling, people feel affectionate, and when they smile, people can't move their eyes. Dazed, when I realized it, I saw that the person had already pushed the wheelchair away, and I could vaguely hear the voice of the boy with purple hair, "Xiao Jin is not angry, we can't care about the patient."

"Who's sick! I'm not sick!" the middle-aged man shouted uncontrollably.

This sound made people who didn't pay attention to the situation here couldn't help looking over, frowning slightly with a bit of disgust.

Art exhibitions have always been regarded as elegant art. Although the people who come to the art exhibition are not in suits, they are more formally dressed. Even the discussions are whispered, like middle-aged men, naturally It will arouse people's resentment.

Tang Mingyuan didn't bother to talk to him, and talked to Chu Jin in a low voice, "Xiao Jin, why don't we go to the Herbal Cuisine Workshop for lunch?"

Chu Jin said, "Didn't you always want to try the authentic Beijing Roast Duck?" The implication came out once in a while, so you don't need to accommodate him to some herbal cuisine workshop, "You can just eat the herbal cuisine at home."

Tang Mingyuan didn't care, and said, "Isn't it enough for someone to send one?"

Chu Jin pursed her lips and smiled briefly, "Okay."

Because he was not interested in the paintings on display, Tang Mingyuan pushed Chu Jin to the rest area, which was a place specially provided for people to rest and communicate. If you like the painting, you can also find the staff in the rest area to make a purchase request.

At this time, there were not many people in the rest area. Tang Mingyuan chose a place where he would not be disturbed and sat down. The staff brought tea in a disposable cup and the fruit plate that he had prepared earlier. Tang Mingyuan thanked him with a smile. The little girl blushed and murmured, "You're welcome, if you finish drinking, you can call me again, and I'll help you refill."

"Okay." Tang Mingyuan said, "I will find you if necessary."

Seeing that Tang Mingyuan had nothing else to do, the little girl turned and left, but she couldn't help turning her head to look at them on the way, and sighed in her heart if the young man's hair color wasn't so weird.

After the people left, Tang Mingyuan moved the cup in front of Chu Jin to his hand, took out the thermos cup from his backpack, poured a cup of herbal tea and handed it over, asking, "Are you tired?"

Chu Jin naturally didn't care when she saw the little girl's absent-mindedness, and said, "I've been sitting all the time, why am I tired?"

"You'll get tired if you sit for a long time." Tang Mingyuan took a sip of tea, "It's not as good as the one at home, but it's still good."

Chu Jin drank the herbal tea slowly. Sometimes Tang Mingyuan didn't want him to answer, but just told him, "You don't drink much tea at home." Tang Mingyuan prefers to drink sweet things, such as fruit juice, Honey water, such as tea and coffee, are rarely stored at home.

Tang Mingyuan didn't feel embarrassed when he was exposed, he smiled and squeezed Chu Jin's fingers, "I also eat tea eggs."

When it comes to tea eggs, Chu Jin is a little dumbfounded. Tang Mingyuan used his treasured Keemun black tea to cook tea eggs. The most important thing is that he still forgot the time. He didn't remember it until he smelled the paste. I ate it, thanks to Aunt Zhang who didn't know, or would have died of distress.

"What's the disease of that person?" Chu Jin changed the subject. He believed that Tang Mingyuan would not joke about the illness. Tang Mingyuan asked Tang Mingyuan to copy Sun Simiao's "The Great Doctor's Sincerity" every month before his death. Tang Mingyuan made this habit. So far, he has maintained it. Although he seems to be out of tune, he will never talk about this kind of thing.

Tang Mingyuan said, "His eyes are dull and bloodshot, but within a few words, he rubbed his nose twice, which shows that his nose is dry. When he spoke, he took a slight breath, probably due to stomach discomfort, and his expression was a little irritable. I'm afraid it may be due to insomnia. It's day."

If Tang Mingyuan was born for Chinese medicine, then Chu Jin was a medical insulator. After being with Tang Mingyuan for so long, he still couldn't tell the difference between a cold and a cold.So even though Tang Mingyuan explained the middle-aged man's condition clearly, he still only understood the word insomnia, "Is insomnia also a disease?"

"En." Tang Mingyuan felt that such a Chu Jin was cute, so he couldn't help but pick his palm lightly, "Actually, insomnia is very uncomfortable. If you want to sleep and can't sleep, you will naturally feel irritable and lose concentration."

Chu Jin responded without saying anything, but handed over the cup in her hand and asked Tang Mingyuan to pour him the herbal tea again.

"Young man, since you know how uncomfortable insomnia is, why don't you remind him?" Suddenly a gentle voice came from behind the two of them. Although it was a question, there was not much blame in the words, more like curiosity.

Tang Mingyuan looked over suspiciously, and saw a gray-haired man in a Tang suit walking over and asked with a smile, "Do you mind if I sit down?"

"Please sit down." Tang Mingyuan stood up and sat down again after the old man sat down. He was always very polite to the old man.

Because of his attitude, the old man's expression became more relaxed.

Tang Mingyuan said, "I told him that he is sick."

The old man didn't know what happened between the two of them, but he still heard the middle-aged man's yell, and he didn't say anything after hearing that. He just looked at Chu Jin and asked, "You drink medicinal tea?" ?”

"En." Chu Jin never liked to talk too much with outsiders.

The old man smiled and asked, "Can I have a taste?"

Chu Jin looked at the old man, his expression was cold, neither agreed nor refused.

On the contrary, Tang Mingyuan said with a smile, "The medicinal materials are not suitable for you."

The old man looked at Tang Mingyuan with some doubts. Tang Mingyuan said, "Each herbal tea has different effects. What suits him may not suit you. Sometimes drinking the wrong tea can be harmful to your body."

"I see." The old man was not unreasonable, but he was just aroused by the words of the two of them just now.

Tang Mingyuan held the cup in both hands. Because of his good looks and unique temperament, the disposable paper cup looked quite high-end, "Old man, should we make a bet?"

"Oh?" The old man asked with a smile, "What do you want to bet with me?"

Tang Mingyuan said, "What if I say you, the old man, are also sick?"

The old man still replied, and an angry voice came, "My grandfather just finished the physical examination three days ago."

It was a young man with a mustache who spoke. He glanced at Tang Mingyuan dissatisfied and said, "You are not welcome in this art exhibition, please leave."

Although Chu Jin didn't have any expression on his face, there was a smile in his eyes. He knew Tang Mingyuan best, and he might have guessed the old man's identity when Tang Mingyuan talked about the bet.

The old man was not angry, but smiled, "Okay, I'll make a bet with you."

"grandfather."

The old man said, "Sit down, I have taught you a long time ago, don't do things impulsively, and don't jump to conclusions blindly without knowing it. I don't think this little brother is like a person who talks nonsense."