Great Song

Zhen Qiong didn't know what was said at dinner that night.I only remember the pleasant sound of the piano in the room, the extremely sweet fruit wine, and Han Miao's dizzying smiling face.

Came home in a daze and slept all night.When she opened her eyes the next day, Zhen Qiong still felt as if her heart had just boiled to boiling point, spouting water and churning endlessly.

As soon as she got up from the bed, Zhen Qiong scratched her hair, thinking hard about what else to do?After thinking for a long time, he suddenly thought of the wine shop mentioned earlier.Although it is said that wine making does not belong to Taoism, each family uses alcohol and wood essence, which is no stranger.Alcohol can make perfume and disinfect, and wood essence seems to be used in papermaking and lacquer making.Although Zhen Qiong has never studied these things, and I don't know if they are useful, but it is always possible to discuss them, right?Of course, this serious matter must be known to officials Han!

After thinking happily for a long time, Zhen Qiong washed her face and brushed her teeth, and happily ran to make alchemy after breakfast.Even when Mi Fu came to make trouble again, he wasn't very angry anymore.

"Brother Shen, can you sell the magnifying glass?" Although Mi Fu vomited badly from the "mirror dizzy" yesterday, Mi Fu didn't forget about it and asked as soon as he came.

"Sold it, and got a full two hundred guan!" Zhen Qiong was quite complacent.This was the thread he held for Shen Kuo, and Han Miao thanked him!

Mi Fu pondered for a moment and asked, "Is two hundred guan more or less?"

Zhen Qiong: "..."

How do people answer this question? !

Seeing Zhen Qiong glaring at him, Mi Fu hurriedly said, "I haven't made any money, so how do I know if it's too much or too little? I have a bunch of thirty or fifty inkstones!"

"Then why are you still so stingy..." Zhen Qiong was even more speechless.This kid is simply an iron rooster. He only gives away his own calligraphy and paintings, and never gives valuables.

Mi Fu snorted: "My mother won't let me take the money, saying it's dirty. Just tell her what you want to buy."

Mrs. Yan is wise!Zhen Qiong deeply believed that if all the money was given to this kid, the house might be full of all kinds of stones, so he had to be more careful.

Although he couldn't figure out whether the two hundred guan was more or less, Mi Fu finally knew that Shen Kuo could grind glass casually in the future, and he couldn't help being happy again: "Brother Shen is more generous than you, and he will definitely give me a magnifying glass. I also have a new painting A piece of rock, I can give back to Brother Shen at that time."

As he said that, he also took out the scroll and showed off to Zhen Qiong: "I've been hearing what you say about light and shadow and focus these days. I've thought about it for a long time, and I've come up with a new painting method, which is especially brilliant! Brother Shen will definitely like it!"

In Mi Fu's heart, Shen Kuo is the one who really understands him.It is said that his calligraphy and painting are good, and he is not inferior to those colleagues in Zhaowen Museum.Compared with Zhen Qiong, a vulgar thing that can only see the radius, it is much stronger.

Zhen Qiong glanced at it casually, and the ink color in the painting has indeed changed a bit, from thick to light, and it looks more like the real thing.But he didn't want to make Mi Fu happy, so he just snorted: "When you smear a large area of ​​ink, can you tell what shade it is? It might as well draw with charcoal sticks, maybe it will be more similar."

He just said casually, but Mi Fu was stunned.These days, he has also seen Shen Kuo and Zhen Qiong writing with charcoal sticks, and he has some understanding of this thing, and he can indeed control the color as he wants.If it is really used for painting, there seems to be something unique?It's just that charcoal sticks are no better than a brush, so what if you get your hands dirty?Even wearing gloves may not be able to block it...

With his mind in a mess, Mi Fu didn't bother to show off his new painting anymore, he just wanted to go home and try it first.Without saying hello, he rolled up the scroll and left.

Zhen Qiong has long been used to this kid's virtue, and she is very happy.Surely Shen Kuo will come today?Even though she didn't do anything, but there was a bit more profit, Zhen Qiong also felt a little embarrassed.I have to give him some things later, not to mention glass dishes, and get some soap or essential oil to prevent insects in summer. I don't know if Shen Kuo likes it?

However, I waited and waited until the time for the next office passed, but no one came.Zhen Qiong thought that Shen Kuo was obsessed with counting again and forgot the time, but Han Miao rushed over in a hurry, and said upon meeting, "Mrs. Shen suddenly fell ill last night. Brother Shen is staying at home now. I'm afraid he won't be able to come."

Zhen Qiong suddenly became nervous: "Why did you suddenly get sick? Is it serious?"

"I have hired a famous doctor for him, and I am going to see him. Do you want to go with Qiong'er?" Han Miao asked.

"Go, go!" Zhen Qiong thought of something again, and ran back into the house in a gust of wind, and after a while, she ran back quickly, "Let's go!"

I don't know what he took back from the house, Han Miao didn't ask much, and took people to Shen's residence.Shen Kuo's family lived in the southern suburbs, and it was a rented house. Three generations of the family lived in a small courtyard, which seemed not as big as the courtyard where Zhen Qiong lived.

Hearing that the two were coming, Shen Kuo greeted them personally.Different from the high-spirited one last night, now his hair is in a disheveled bun, his complexion is pale, and his eyes are black and blue.Seeing Han Miao, he bowed to the ground, choked up and said, "Thank you, Jing Sheng, for inviting Dr. Wang..."

The person surnamed Wang is a well-known doctor in Beijing, he was born in a family of imperial doctors, and he is best at emergency and severe diseases.However, due to his old age, he seldom visits the doctor, even if he can afford the consultation fee, he would not be able to invite anyone.

How could Shen Kuo have expected that just after he sent someone to deliver a letter to the Han family, Han Miao invited the divine doctor Wang for him.Seeing the benefactor at this moment, I just wish I could kneel down and make a big salute.

Han Miao took a step forward and helped Shen Kuo up: "Brother Cunzhong doesn't have to be like this. How is Madam Zun now?"

"Wang Miracle Doctor has given the injection, and he has awakened." Just now he could hold back, and when he said the word "Awakened", Shen Kuo burst into tears, "I heard from the Miracle Doctor that life is safe and can be saved. I don't know, she is so sick, she thought it was just a cold..."

Facing the middle-aged man who is embarrassed and wiping away tears, who can bear to be harsh?

Han Miao sighed softly: "It's good to have nothing to do. Brother Cunzhong doesn't have to worry about medical expenses. The younger brother also brought two capable servants who can help take care of the patients and take care of housework."

Shen Kuo's son is young, his mother is old, and his wife is suddenly seriously ill. How can he take care of him?Not to mention medical bills.It costs hundreds of dollars just to invite a genius doctor to make a visit, and the cost of medicine and consultation fees after that is not a small sum.Han Miao's move was really a timely help and solved the urgent need.

Shen Kuo couldn't bear it anymore, and wanted to worship again, but was stopped by Han Miao, and said softly, "Brother Cunzhong is Qiong'er's friend, that is Han's friend. If you can help, you should help, it doesn't have to be like this. "

Hearing Zhen Qiong's name, Shen Kuo looked over with tears in his eyes. Just as he was about to say something, Xiaodao stepped forward and stuffed something into his hand.

"When I first met Brother Shen, it was just because of it. Brother Shen just take it for emergency, if you need anything, don't hesitate." Zhen Qiong quickly finished speaking, and patted Shen Kuo's arm as a sign of comfort.

Spreading out his palm stupidly, Shen Kuo realized that what was stuffed in was a piece of gold with a small tooth mark on it.He saved himself from the siege that day, and now he saved his wife's life. This kind of kindness cannot be repaid with a word of "thank you".

The tears flowed even more fiercely, soaking his beard, and Shen Kuo didn't have time to wipe it off, so he just bowed to the two and called his son over, asking him to kowtow to the two of them to thank them.After all, the father and son were persuaded to go back.The two servants of the Han family also became busy with their hands and feet, taking care of the sick and the elderly.The small courtyard, which was originally a mess, gradually became organized.

Standing in the courtyard, no one greeted him, Han Miao just watched the scene in front of him quietly.After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly said: "My mother also suffered from an emergency back then. She suffered from chest pain and passed away without even waiting for a doctor. My father was too sad, and within three years, he followed suit."

Parents left one after another, for Han Miao, it was an untouchable breakout.When he heard the bad news all of a sudden, the sky seemed to have collapsed, making him unable to breathe.However, there is a grandmother on the top, a younger brother on the bottom, and a huge family business that needs to be taken care of.Even grief has become a luxury, which cannot be shown outside, and it is even more impossible to find someone to confide in.Han Miao silently suppressed all this in his heart, not even revealing a gap.

However, at this moment, looking at the busy Shen family, those seemingly forgotten things suddenly surged out, burning the internal organs, and beating the heart and lungs.How can he easily forget the great fear of life and death, and the indelible resentment?

The lights were dim, and the night was hazy, and even that face was shrouded in shadow, making it hard to see clearly.Zhen Qiong's heart tightened, and she suddenly grabbed Han Miao's hand.He grew up in a Taoist temple since he was a child, without father or mother, so he couldn't tell what this feeling was like.However, looking at the face without a smile, his heart ached so badly that he couldn't help but want to say something to pull him out of the shadow.

"I, I will make a kind of elixir, which is especially useful for chest pain!"

Holding my own hand, it was warm, not soft, but rather rough.But with such force, like that urgent voice, he grabbed himself tightly.

Han Miao turned his head and looked at the people around him.Those eyes were shining brightly, revealing anxiety, as well as treating fragile objects with care.He is the head of the Xihan family, and he is able to support the main beam of the family and keep the enemy at bay.He never felt that he had any weaknesses and would show his flaws.But there are still people who will worry about him, afraid that he will be sad.

"It would be great if I could meet Qiong'er a few years earlier." Han Miao said softly as he clenched that hand.

He didn't know if the "elixir" would work, but holding his hand was better than an elixir.

There was something in that person's eyes, strange and soft, that seemed to be able to pierce into the bottom of his heart.Zhen Qiong felt more pain in her chest, she almost wanted to pick off the stars from the sky and give them all, hoping that he would smile again.

You must make medicine when you go back!Even if it will explode, give it a try.The problem of chest pain will be passed on to his descendants. He can't see Daguan Han get sick!

Thinking wildly in her heart, Zhen Qiong couldn't help but leaned closer to Han Miao.The two figures were unknowingly very close, as if snuggling together.