The 1970s: Military Family Beauty

"Teacher Qi, this is Xiao Jiang, our Xiao Heng's girlfriend," Liu Fengfei said, pulling Jiang Furong forward to greet her. "Xiao Jiang, this is Uncle Qi. You'll be here to learn calligraphy from him."

On the way here, Liu Fengfei had already reminded Jiang Furong in advance that Qi Dahong was the chief accountant of the unit before his retirement. He could write and draw before, and now he can take pulses and prescribe medicine for people.

Jiang Furong was stunned by what she heard.

Their Jiangshan's chief accountant has no other hobbies or special skills except abacus and numbers.

Before meeting Qi Dahong, Jiang Furong thought she would see a frail old man with white hair and beard.

Seeing Qi Dahong, who was in high spirits, with a rosy complexion and a loud voice, it was as if he had seen a martial arts master.

"Hello, Uncle Qi!" Jiang Furong perked up, fearing that she would lose face in front of Liu Fengfei.

Qi Dahong warmly invited the guest in: "Xiao Liu is such a rare guest, come on, come in and sit down."

Liu Fengfei waved his hand and said, "The car is still waiting for me outside. Xiao Jiang will go back by himself later. I'll go first. Xiao Jiang, please take care of me."

Liu Fengfei and Qi Dahong were very familiar with each other, and they were not formalities at all. They exchanged a few pleasantries and then left in a hurry.

"Come, follow me to the study." Qi Dahong closed the gate and led the way.

This courtyard has the same structure as the Wei family's courtyard, the only difference is that the courtyard is slightly smaller.

Qi Dahong's study was composed of three small rooms side by side. The partitions in the middle were removed to form one large room.

There is an extra-large desk in the middle, two bookcases stand side by side on the west wall, and a sword and two flutes are hung on the east wall.

The most eye-catching thing is a horizontal scroll hanging on the north wall, with the whole poem "Xiangjiang River flows north..." written in a flowing style.

Jiang Furong presented the apprenticeship gift with both hands before taking a closer look.

Qi Dahong glanced at him casually and said, "Xiao Liu is still polite to me."

Jiang Furong didn't answer, but laughed in her heart. Xiao Liu? That was probably what they called each other when they first became colleagues decades ago.

Are juniors always juniors in the eyes of all seniors?

Qi Dahong asked Jiang Furong to write down his name.

Jiang Furong immediately wrote it down respectfully, stroke by stroke.

"You haven't practiced calligraphy for a whole day!" Qi Dahong knew what was wrong at first glance, but he still gave a little hope: "The pen holder is still somewhat functional, but the main problem is that you lack energy, so the words you write lack momentum."

Jiang Furong didn't understand at all, but she was full of admiration.

My body is indeed lacking in energy, and I always have to stop and take a break when doing things.

But how did Uncle Qi know that?

Qi Dahong asked: "Do you exercise regularly?"

"I will run in the morning." This is the only exercise Jiang Furong keeps besides work.

Qi Dahong looked at Jiang Furong and shook his head: "Sit down, I'll take your pulse."

Jiang Furong has never seen a Chinese doctor. She only believes in exercise and nutrition, and only believes in the various data measured by instruments.

Jiang Furong was very curious that one could diagnose and prescribe medicine for a person just by pressing on the wrist artery for a while.

"Oh, you've lost your mind! I can't tell without taking your pulse." Qi Dahong withdrew his hand, stared at Jiang Furong's face, and asked, "Have you had a big shock recently?"

Jiang Furong was shocked. Is taking the pulse so magical?

"I fell into a canal last year and was rescued. It's been over a year now."

Qi Dahong nodded: "Falling into the water is serious, right? Are you scared to death?"

Jiang Furong was a little dazed, not sure if what she was feeling now was the memory of her original body or her own memory: "I am very scared, but I also feel that I should not die."

Qi Dahong slammed the table and said, "That's right. The soul is gone, but the spirit is still there. I was wondering why your pulse was so strange!"

Jiang Furong felt inexplicably guilty: "Don't they say that if the soul is gone, the person is gone too?"

Qi Dahong smiled: "It's not that easy for a person to die. If the soul is not there, the attention will not be focused. Fortunately, you have a strong will and can still finish what you start."

"You can tell that?" Jiang Furong was surprised and puzzled. "What else can you tell?"

For example, can you tell that she came from another time and space?