The 1970s: Military Family Beauty

Jiang Furong, who never worried about the future or looked back at the past, became worried at this moment.

She doesn't worry about the future because survival is a real thing, visible and tangible. If she wants to live the life she wants, she can always find a way.

She didn't look back at the past because she knew that time was linear, and even if she traveled through time and space, she was still moving forward.

The concepts of spirit, soul, out-of-body experience and orifice only exist in legends, both ancient and modern, domestic and foreign, using various media methods to interpret them in a miraculous way, but they have never been proven by any instruments.

Today, she happened to meet him, so she had to ask him carefully:

"Master Qi, when you said you were going to take my soul back, how can you be sure it's mine? What if you took the wrong soul and gave it back to me?"

Qi Dahong listened, smacked his lips twice, and laughed, "Your little brain is quite interesting. Losing your soul and regaining your soul are just terms. They're still healing your body. Do you really think there's something in your body that can run out and come back?"

Jiang Furong laughed awkwardly. "Hey, when you said that just now, it reminded me of when I was a kid and I fell down hard and couldn't cry, so my grandma would slap me on the ground and then on my body, back and forth, shouting my name and saying, 'Pull it back, Pull it back.'"

Qi Dahong asked, "Did you cry when you fell into the water last year?"

"No!" Jiang Furong blurted out.

She herself is the kind of person who never cries when things happen, and her original body has no memory of crying.

Qi Dahong said: "That's right, you said you didn't cry when you fell down as a child, which is the same as you not crying when you fell into the water.

I guess the doctor didn't grab your feet and spank you when you were born."

Jiang Furong's heart almost skipped a beat: "No, I didn't."

It’s not that there are no doctors to give treatment, it’s that no one knows how to give treatment and no one understands how to do it.

"Does it have anything to do with this?"

"It's definitely related. It's a huge relationship!" Qi Dahong thought for a moment and pointed to the bookcase and said, "There are calligraphy copies over there. Go take a look and pick one you like. I'll go get some things from the front."

After saying that, Qi Dahong opened the door and went out.

Jiang Furong was so anxious that she had only said half of the sentence and was about to hear the key point when she wondered why Uncle Qi left.

It's too urgent.

But there's no point in being anxious, we can only wait.

Jiang Furong had no choice but to go to the bookcase to look at the calligraphy works first, and patiently looked at the various calligraphy works in the bookcase.

This is a remarkable sight.

The calligraphy copies in the cabinet are arranged like exhibits, with each copy occupying one grid.

You can tell at a glance that the characters on the copybook are not printed, but are handwritten one by one with a brush.

And the texture of the paper doesn't look like it was produced in this era.

If she guessed correctly, these were all authentic.

She doesn't understand calligraphy, but she has attended Sotheby's auctions.

Oh my god, she didn't even dare to stretch out her hand, she could only hold on to the cabinet door and stretched her neck to look.

Qi Dahong returned with two paper bags. Seeing Jiang Furong's cautious look, he smiled and said, "What's the matter? Are you afraid the calligraphy will eat you?"

"Yes!" Jiang Furong admitted honestly: "These calligraphy works look very precious. I'm afraid I might accidentally damage them."

"You have quite a good eye!" Qi Dahong nodded in appreciation. "They are indeed precious, but it's a pity that these are not real things."

Jiang Furong was a little surprised: "Huh?"

It’s not an authentic one?

"I didn't even get to keep some of these things!" Qi Dahong said with some regret, "These posts were all copied by people I know."

Jiang Furong looked at it carefully again and this time she found some flaws. The paper was indeed clean.

Qi Dahong asked, "Take a good look and see whose calligraphy you like."

"I like this." Jiang Furong picked up a copy of "Yan Zhenqing's Duobao Pagoda Stele".

She had seen the auction price of this copybook, which was less than seven figures. The auctioneer at the time gave them some basic knowledge about the copybook on the spot.

It’s not that she doesn’t like other things, she just hasn’t seen them.

Unexpectedly, Qi Dahong took a look, gave a thumbs-up, and praised, "You're right to pick up this copybook. Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy is full of yang energy, and you're suitable for practicing Yan style. Oh, by the way, I want to ask if there are any other soldiers in your family?"

Jiang Furong said, "My dad is in the army, can you tell from that?"

After asking this question, Jiang Furong felt that her question was very stupid. Just now, Liu Fengfei came up and said that she was Wei Heng's girlfriend.

This is obvious information.

Qi Dahong continued, "Do you know how I know this? Not everyone likes Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy. He only likes people with a murderous aura."

Jiang Furong was stunned when she heard this: "Can my family's situation be revealed by my favorite calligraphy? Is it because I lack energy that I like Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy?"

Make up for what you lack, that’s what you mean, right?

"That's what I mean!" Qi Dahong praised again: "You really have some spiritual energy, not bad."

Jiang Furong quickly asked, "Then if I stand still every day and practice this Yan style calligraphy, will I be able to retrieve my soul?"

Qi Dahong was opening the paper package with his head down when he answered casually, "Yes, of course I can. You're so smart, you can definitely do it."

Jiang Furong brought the topic back to the point she was most concerned about: "Then the soul I retrieved must be mine, right?"

Qi Dahong laughed heartily: "You have replenished your own internal energy, so who else can you take the soul from? What's yours is yours, and what you can recover is definitely yours!"

He even jokingly said, "Do you think that practicing Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy will bring Yan Zhenqing's soul into you?"

Jiang Furong felt relieved and couldn't help but smile: "I just want my own soul."

All she wants is to be able to be herself again.

Qi Dahong pushed two small paper bags in front of Jiang Furong and said, "I got these two Chinese herbs specially. You can't get them in ordinary pharmacies. I'll prescribe a few more Chinese herbs. You can mix them according to my prescription. Then grind them into powder, sew a small cloth bag and carry it with you. You can smell it when you have nothing to do."

"Okay, thank you!" Jiang Furong was overjoyed.

All you need to do is smell it. There's no need to take any pills or take any medicinal baths, and you don't have to travel thousands of miles to the top of a mountain to become a disciple.

What a magical opportunity this is! All the good things are happening to her.

Next, Qi Dahong taught Jiang Furong how to practice calligraphy: "As for this calligraphy copybook, I'll find you another copy to take home and look at. Don't worry about practicing calligraphy yet. Just stand in the stance every day, and after you finish standing, write down the stroke order of these characters.

When you have mastered the stroke order of these characters and can stand in the stance without pain or sweating, come and see me again."

Jiang Furong held the copybook in her hands as if it were a life-saving elixir given by a god, expressing her gratitude profusely.

She gained a lot this morning, and the heavy stone in her heart was lifted. Jiang Furong was happy as she walked back to Wei's house.