True enlightenment against heaven: Starting from the proud smile

When Lu Yuan came to the clinic again, he was already very familiar with it.

But what surprised him was that he didn't see the black dog in the yard today. Could it be that there was really a problem?

He went to the inner room with a guilty conscience.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw three pieces of white paper placed in a prominent position in the middle of the bookshelf.

He walked closer and took a closer look. It was indeed the answer to himself. This was also the purpose of his coming here after reading the book.

After reading them one by one, Lu Yuan thought for a while and came to the desk, where paper and ink had been prepared.

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One night passed, and when it was dawn, Doctor Liu followed him to this room.

He looked around and soon found the content on the desk.

There were still questions left by Lu Yuan on it, but this time there were more than 30 questions, and at the end there was an extra sentence: [Where is the dog? ]

After reading it, Doctor Liu quickly picked up the pen and explained the questions on the paper, and ended with a sentence: [The black dog wanted to get closer to the neighbors, so he was fostered outside. 】

After finishing, Dr. Liu picked up the paper and blew the ink dry, staring at the content on the paper for a while.

He couldn't describe his mentality at this moment. He just felt that he would never do this on weekdays, but now he has reached this situation unknowingly. It's not that he is in a state of panic all day long. After so many days, he is still in a state of panic, but more of it is absurdity, and a little stimulation that he himself has not noticed.

In this way, another week has passed in a blink of an eye.

This tacit academic question and answer between Lu Yuan and Dr. Liu has never stopped. The number of questions has increased from more than 30 to hundreds each time. It's not that it can't be longer, but Dr. Liu has to see patients during the day, and he is afraid that he will not be able to finish it due to time constraints.

As for Dr. Liu, he has been able to treat this matter with a normal mind, and after a week of communication, he can clearly feel the increase in the difficulty of the questions on the paper. Even some questions make him a little difficult to give a clear answer. This is obviously that he has thoroughly understood the book and has his own thoughts.

It's only been a few days, and Dr. Liu doesn't believe that the other party is learning medicine for the first time. He guesses that most of them have a foundation before, and now they have been systematically sorted out by him, and they are gradually becoming more advanced.

Lu Yuan obviously won't come to explain to him specifically.

He is quite satisfied with the progress of these days' study. Of course, it would be best if he can tutor face to face.

But Lu Yuan never planned to meet the other party from beginning to end, which is good for both parties.

It's still the same woodshed, and there is no change because of the addition of a little girl.

This week, the old beggar and the little girl have never gone far.

The little girl stayed in the house out of fear, and the old beggar was just to take care of the other party. Otherwise, even if Lu Yuan was responsible for the meals every day, he would still go out for a walk.

In his words, this is called "a gentleman should focus on the basics, and the way will come when the basics are established."

Although Lu Yuan felt that it was the old beggar's remaining awkward temper that was causing trouble, he would not persuade him to stop. After all, it's always good to move more when he is old.

With today's breakfast, Lu Yuan returned to the woodshed.

When the three of them were eating, Lu Yuan suddenly took out a thread-bound book and handed it to the girl, "Here, this is for you."

There was also a small square inkstone, a brush and a charcoal pencil on the book.

The little girl was startled by this sudden action.

Although she had gotten much better this week, she had never formally spoken to Lu Yuan. This unusual scene in front of her made her, who had already begun to get used to it, feel at a loss.

The old beggar eating buns next to him did not speak, but just stared at the scene in front of him with interest.

"Don't be nervous, you should have heard of diaries." Lu Yuan put the inkstone and pen aside and shook the book, "Look, there is no content in it. If you feel bored on weekdays, you can try to write it."

Lu Yuan was not worried that the other party would not understand. Diaries were already very common during the Ming Dynasty, such as Feng Menglong's "Yandu Diary" and Li Rihua's "Weishuixuan Diary", which were representative works of that period.

Seeing the little girl lowering her head and not speaking, Lu Yuan smiled and said, "Don't feel pressured. I just saw that you were bored staying in the house all day, so I gave you some advice. It's up to you whether to write or not. By the way..."

Speaking of this, Lu Yuan lowered his voice a little and said mysteriously, "I heard that in some places, there are also children who write diaries to tell their deceased elders what they want to say."

Hearing this, the girl raised her head suddenly, and her black eyes were so smart for the first time. She asked, "Really?"

Perhaps because she was too young, the voice was a little milky and cute.

Lu Yuan nodded, "On weekdays, you just need to write down what you want to say. When it comes to the Qingming Festival, you just need to burn it in front of the door and kowtow. The curling green smoke will carry those words to your relatives in heaven."

After listening, the girl's eyes immediately fell on the book.

Seeing the effect, Lu Yuan reminded, "If you have any problems with reading and writing, you can ask Mr. Lu. He has a lot of ink in his stomach..."

"Of course I can read!" The girl suddenly interrupted, then reacted and immediately lowered her head and added in a mosquito-like voice, "...I can write naturally."

Lu Yuan coughed lightly and pressed down the corners of his mouth, "Of course, I think so too, let's eat first."

Breakfast continued, Lu Yuan took the buns and looked at the old beggar, both of them had smiles in their eyes.

After dinner, Lu Yuan sat alone at the door, picked up a branch, and began to write and draw on the ground. Soon a human meridian map took shape.

At the same time, the knowledge of hundreds of medical books in his mind began to become active automatically.

Lu Yuan put down the branch from time to time, stretched out his hand to feel and press on himself, and through the numbness transmitted, he carefully calibrated the position of his acupuncture points, and then increased and decreased on the ground.

On the other side, the old beggar who had eaten and drunk enough got up and went for a walk outside the woodshed.

The little girl, who was originally leaning against the pile of firewood, bowed her head and did not know what to do, saw that no one was paying attention to her at this moment.

She picked up the book and opened it. The unique fragrance of bamboo paper made the girl miss it a little. She spread the book on her knees. She originally wanted to pour water and grind ink, but she saw the sharpened charcoal pencil next to her. She hesitated a little and picked it up.

She glanced at Lu Yuan again secretly, and when she saw that he did not look back, she put down the pen, making a slight rustling sound.

With just a few strokes, the girl's eyes were filled with tears.

[Wanli Year 5, March 17.

Dad, Mom, since that day, Huaer misses you, day and night, all the time.

But my parents told Huaer to be strong that night, but Huaer couldn't help crying. It was really hard.

Some people said they wanted to kill Huaer, and some people wanted to throw Huaer to a terrible place... Now Huaer lives with a grandfather and a brother. She should be a beggar, but it doesn't feel like that.

I don't know if the grandfather and brother are good people. They give her enough food, but the grandfather wants Huaer to be his wife...】

Writing this, the girl pouted her lips, secretly glanced at Lu Yuan who was still looking down, and continued to record.

[They didn't ask me. The brother used buns to tease me when we first met. He thought Huaer couldn't see it. He was really a bad guy (crossed out) a dishonest guy...

Today, the brother gave Huaer this diary again, saying that he should write down what he wanted to say and burn it to you, parents, on Qingming Festival. Huaer has never heard of this. I know that the brother is lying to me again. It's really hateful, but I can't help but think, what if it's true?

Dad and Mom, I hope you can really see it in heaven!

Oh, by the way, that grandpa only said that his surname was Lu, and he didn't want to say his name. That brother's surname was also Lu, and his single name was Yuan, which was not as good as Huaer's previous name, but someone told Huaer that the previous name could no longer be used. Now, Huaer has no name. 】