If you are sick, you should give up treatment

Wuliang lived in the town, and his physical condition did not know how long he could live, let alone thinking about leaving.

I don't know if the senior brother has returned to the pavilion, if that person is really not chasing the senior brother, I don't know...

"Wuliang, are you in a daze again?" Rongrong ran over, holding a pile of red paper in her hand, she wanted to pat him hard, but she withdrew her strength when she thought of his physical condition, her father said, now this People are like paper paste, they can be shattered with a little effort, and can never be assembled again.

"Why are you so unsteady, girl?" Wuliang glanced at Rongrong, and took the red paper from her hand. Wuliang's handwriting has always been good, and now he is also pointing to this to make a living, although he can't earn much money. , but enough for him to eat.

You can’t earn money for the medicine. Wuliang thought that when he got better, he would find some monks, or try his luck to see if he could meet someone who went down the mountain to accept apprentices. He didn’t have anything that ordinary people could use. , but there are good things that cultivators are willing to pay for, but they are not shown here because those things are too eye-catching and will bring disasters.

"Rongrong, Rongrong ~ come and help me." Liao Heyuan's voice came from outside the house.

"Oh, here comes dad." The girl Rongrong ran out in a hurry. Her dad is in the yard today, probably because he is too busy ahead and needs help.

Looking at Rongrong who ran out, Wuliang only thought that this person was really energetic, a little helpless, and didn't know when he would be more dignified, but he didn't expect Rongrong to help him find a roommate...

Infinite: "..."

Suddenly, I remembered Rongrong's words about her father who often picked up cats and dogs...

Father Liao has admitted another patient. The Liao family is not big and has female relatives. Naturally, we can only put these two patients together, but we are not afraid of gossip. It is certain that the two of them will fall and the other will not be able to move...

Well, that's how that girl Rong Rong described them.

"Yo~" The man was quite familiar, and naturally greeted Wu Liang who was somewhat indifferent.

Infinite: "..."

Judging from this face, he is indeed a person who can fight with people until he breaks a leg, three ribs, and an arm.

"Oh, don't ignore me. I'll stay here for a while. If you don't talk to me, I'm going to die of depression." I'm still a chatterbox, and I can't move because I'm lying there, otherwise it must be that kind of Someone who will come over and hang their shoulders. "I heard from Dr. Liao that you are also recovering from injuries here. What happened to your injuries? You seem to be okay. Let me tell you, I came here in a fight. Good guy, I beat seven or eight people by myself. Well, this is my fate, my bones are hard, otherwise I can only collect the corpse."

Wuliang's seniority is high, and his temper is there. There is really no one who will talk hotly in front of him like this person, or even make fun of him.

Wuliang spread out the red paper and sat down at the table slowly, intending to ignore him and write some happy words. These words were ordered by an old lady. On the fifth day of next month, her family is going to marry a daughter-in-law. It's written, but it's ugly.

"Hey, why don't you talk to me?" The man on the bed let out a wail, like a groaning voice, with a long tail, which showed that he was full of confidence. Although he was seriously injured, he was fine. He stretched his neck to take a look at Wuliang, but However, my body didn't allow it, and my neck was sore from holding on, so I had to give up in the end.

"Don't make noise." Wuliang frowned slightly, glanced at the man, and adjusted his position. This angle happened to be completely out of sight of the man, and he couldn't be thrown out, but he could keep out of sight.

"Scholar is hypocritical." Wu Liang himself is not a strong person, plus he was injured, he lost a lot of weight, and he is writing. Those who are not familiar with him will really think that he is a weak scholar.

Scholar...

Wuliang looked at the pen and ink in his hand, smiled wryly, and continued to write with no hesitation. In the past few days, his physical condition has improved, so he wrote more happy characters. Anyway, he can sell them to others if he doesn’t need them. But I didn't see it. The person behind him sat up at some point, and he didn't look like he was hurt just now, and there was no teasing in his tone, and he was a bit cold and calculating, like a poisonous snake staring at its prey, staring at the boundless back.

"Cut." Su Peng shouted happily. Originally, he didn't hold any expectations of acting skills from this Kun, but the two of them had a very subtle chemical reaction together, and the filming was very touching. "Rest, let's eat first." The end of the lunch box has arrived, and it will be even more unpalatable after a while.

The crowd cheered for a while, disbanded on the spot, and ran to get today's lunch. It is said that there are chicken legs added today.

"This word is written..." Kun got down from the bed, walked to Xiao Zimo, took out the red paper on the table, held it in his hand, and wrote a word "Hi" on it with a brush, but the font was soft. It's crooked and crooked, and it feels awkward just looking at it, without any aesthetic feeling or charm at all, like a very small child's font.

"I don't know how to write brush characters." Xiao Zimo felt a little funny. He could write a traditional Chinese character "Xi" would be good. Why are there so many requirements? Compulsory education is universal in this society now, but the commission is forgotten. There are so many characters, not to mention how to write brush characters, the few who can write are pitiful.

"But writing with a brush is beautiful." Kun said solemnly, and shook the paper in his hand, very similar to the movement of shaking a cat stick.

The □□ of brush calligraphy cannot be replaced by any kind of handwriting.

"Well, it's pretty." Xiao Zimo responded, leaning on the table with both arms, stretching out his feet, looking a little lazy and ruffian, and the temperament of the frail Gaoling flower disappeared all of a sudden. saved. "Anyway, I don't know how to write." If you need to type, Director Su can only find a pen to replace it.

"Do you like it?" Kun looked at the happy character and asked, the ink on it was not dry when he picked it up, and due to Xiao Zimo's wrong use of force, too much ink was left in some places, and it would stand up. Just stay down.

Just now it was ugly but you can see it, but now you can't even see it.

"I like it." He really likes brush calligraphy. It must be that what he doesn't have is always attractive. He thought about buying affixes to hang at home before, but he never came across one he liked very much.

"Then I'll practice writing a few for you?" You should be able to read Lianlian's words. Kun's handwriting is different from Xiao Zimo's. Xiao Zimo's handwriting can only be said to be really ugly.

"Hey, then practice hard." Xiao Zimo kicked Kun's trousers leisurely. He felt that as long as it was written by Kun, he would like any word.

"Click!" The sound of the shutter.

Xiao Zimo and Kun looked over at the same time. Unsurprisingly, it was Xiao Hei holding the camera again.

"Crack, click." Xiao Hei, who was holding the camera, clicked twice more.

Xiao Zimo: "..."

Kun: "..."

"Go ahead, don't look at mine." Xiao Hei is also thick-skinned, and he would be embarrassed when he was first discovered, but now he will but he won't at all.He didn't grab the lunch box first, there were so many people, so he took some pictures with those cameras. "I'll send it to you when I finish sorting it out." This was for Kun.

"Okay." Kun immediately changed his position.

Xiao Zimo: "..."

traitor!

Ever since Kun joined the film crew, Xiao Hei has never moved the camera away from the two of them. I don’t blame him. Even the young ladies in the film crew said that the two of them had toothaches and could watch him every day for two days. Aunt laughed.