Love That Extends Life

Fan Juntao's heart suddenly tightened. He had to pick up 30 to 50 passengers every day. How could he remember every one of them? But he reacted quickly. He suddenly smiled and said, "It should be the passenger in this photo who picked it up!"

After that, Fan Juntao handed the third photo in his hand to Yang Jinglin and nodded vigorously again: "Brother, as long as you can find the passenger sitting in the taxi, you will definitely be able to find the bag!"

After Yang Jinglin took the photo, a sneer appeared on his lips. He said in a cold tone: "Fan Juntao, stop pretending. Do you have any evidence to prove that it was picked up by the passenger in the taxi?"

Hearing this, Fan Juntao was shocked again and wanted to push the blame on the passenger, but these people didn't buy it and asked him to provide evidence. How could he find evidence?

"Let me think about it..."

Fan Juntao seriously recalled what happened that day...

He thought about it carefully for a while, but didn't gain much. After all, his mind was on Lin Na and Liang Xue, as well as the lottery winnings, so everything else was vague.

Fan Juntao looked up and saw Yang Jinglin's fierce eyes again. He could only pretend to be calm and said, "It's very simple. I didn't see the bag picked up. It must have been picked up by that passenger."

"Fan Juntao, your reason is far-fetched! I think you are making an unreasonable excuse. Since you are the one picking up passengers, you don't know what happened in your taxi. You said that the passenger picked it up, then what if the passenger says that you picked it up?" Yang Jinglin said with some dissatisfaction.

Fan Juntao was a little speechless. He thought about it and realized that it was true. But as his mind turned, he came up with an idea.

"Brother, this is easy. You can get photos, right? There are surveillance systems on the streets of Nanshi now. You can just check my taxi through the video and find out who took the bag, right?"

Yang Jinglin shook his head helplessly, then pointed at Fan Juntao, "Fan Juntao, if we could find out who took the bag through surveillance, would we still need to look for you now? Humph! You also know that the surveillance cameras on the streets are used to check for vehicle violations. There was a child who went missing before, but they couldn't find him either."

"This..." Fan Juntao didn't say anything else. He was very dissatisfied. These people couldn't find the person who took the bag, but beat him up. How could they reason with him?

At this time, Liang Chong smiled at Fan Juntao and said, "Fan Juntao, what you said makes sense. We won't make things difficult for you. Then tell us where the passenger got off the bus and where does he live?"

"Brothers, I pick up 30 to 50 passengers every day in my taxi. Besides, it's been more than 10 days, so I really can't remember them. But if I go to the Jiangpan Renjia stop tomorrow and try the route, maybe I can remember them. Do you think this will work?"

"you……"

Yang Jinglin just pointed at Fan Juntao, but Liang Chong grabbed Yang Jinglin's arm and said, "Mr. Yang, we can't rush things. He can't run away."

Liang Chong pulled Yang Jinglin's arm away, and then he said to Fan Juntao: "Fan Juntao, if you don't want to get into trouble, just do what we ask. This will be good for everyone!"

Fan Juntao became much smarter. He quickly leaned forward and nodded, "Brothers, I will listen to you."

"Okay! He who knows the times is a hero. Haha..." Liang Chong laughed.

In the next few days, Wu Yanzi would go to Xishan Park with Chu Yunhao whenever she had time. They both fell in love with practicing Tai Chi.

With the participation of the two young people, the Tai Chi venue of old Tai Chi master Zhang Benchu ​​was suddenly filled with laughter and joy, and old Tai Chi master Zhang Benchu ​​was also particularly energetic.

This time, when the Tai Chi master Zhang Benchu ​​was about to leave, he summoned Wu Yanzi to his side and took out a small wooden box from the bag he was carrying.

"Student Wu, I have something to give you." Zhang Benchu ​​said softly and handed the small wooden box in his hand to Wu Yanzi.

Wu Yanzi took the small wooden box and examined it carefully. The small wooden box was very well made, and the wood was made of top-grade golden nanmu. She immediately noticed that the small wooden box exuded a sense of vicissitudes of time, as if it had existed for hundreds of years. So, she gently opened the lid of the wooden box with full of curiosity. As the lid was opened, a fresh smell of alcohol came to her nose. Wu Yanzi carefully peeled off the white cotton wool covering the inside of the box, and then she was surprised to find more than a dozen silver needles neatly placed inside.

"Old Dean, are you going to give these silver needles to me?" Wu Yanzi looked at Zhang Benchu ​​with confusion, as if she couldn't believe what she saw.

Dean Zhang Benchu ​​nodded. He looked at the small wooden box in Wu Yanzi's hand and said meaningfully, "In this small wooden box is a set of silver needles for acupuncture, a total of sixteen. These silver needles have been with me for seventy-one years. They were given to me by my grandfather when I was twelve years old. Now? They have lost their use if they are kept with me, so I want to give them to you. I hope that they will continue to be spiritual in your hands. Haha, Chinese medicine has spirituality. I got it from you. Therefore, we should keep learning until we die."

"Old Dean, if that's the case, I can't accept them. These silver needles are your family heirlooms, how can I accept them!" Wu Yanzi said politely, but her eyes still remained on the silver needles because she liked them very much.

Almost all craftsmen and artists like the tools they use, and they also hope to get the best of the tools, and they are even willing to spend a lot of money to get them, or spend their entire lives pursuing them...

Dean Zhang Benchu ​​smiled slightly. He waved his hand as if to deny Wu Yanzi's words, and then said: "Haha, to be honest, if I hadn't met you, I would really be reluctant to give this treasure away. As an old Chinese medicine practitioner, I also like silver needles very much. There are quite a few silver needles in my family, but liking silver needles does not mean collecting them. This set of silver needles was left by my grandfather. My ancestors practiced medicine for several generations, and it has been passed down to my generation. As for me, I only have two daughters and no sons. The eldest daughter is a military doctor in the army, but she studies Western medicine; the youngest daughter is not interested in medicine. She followed her mother's love of art and painting, so she later became a painter. In fact, everyone has their own aspirations, and children have their freedom and choices. Among the 360 ​​professions, being good at any one of them is contributing to the country. But what? The inheritance of Chinese medicine cannot be interrupted, and the development of Chinese medicine will continue, so my students are all over the world. Since we have met by chance, I also like and appreciate you very much, and what I can do is to teach you what I know and learn. Well, this set of silver needles is also a gift from the elders. I give it to you, hoping that you can use it to cure more diseases and set up the style of Chinese medicine again! "

"Old Dean, since you say so, I will accept it!" Wu Yanzi said as she closed the lid of the small wooden box and then held the small wooden box in her palm.