Godly Talented Doctor

gone.

There were finally pedestrians on the market street, and Le Yanzhi sat at this table unwillingly with a flushed face.

Nangong Yi jumped and ran from a distance, and put down an oiled paper bag in front of Le Yanzhi. After opening it, there were several steaming bean bags inside. Nangong Yi picked up one and stuffed it into Le Yanzhi's hand. Grab one without hesitation and take a big bite.

It was really cold and hungry, Le Yanzhi posted a notice before dawn, saying that he would have a day off today, and the free consultation would be extended by seven days as compensation.

From going out to now, they haven't had a sip of water or food, and they are still short of calories in the snowy day. Neither of them care about the eyes of people passing by, and just concentrate on eating.

"Excuse me..." A polite voice interrupted the wolfing of the two, "Are you going to finish eating soon?"

Le Yanzhi raised his head, "Well," he quickly swallowed the bean bag in his mouth, and accidentally choked a little, Nangong Yi quickly patted him on the back, "What's the matter?"

"Uh..." The man looked at the mess on the small wooden table, "I'd better wait until you finish eating." After saying that, he stepped back and turned around to wait.

Le Yanzhi looked at this man. He was dressed in a cotton robe, not tall, with fair skin and a thin figure, with a bundle in his arms. He looked like a frail scholar. Le Yanzhi stopped the movement of his mouth, "Brother, are you also here to ask the scholar here to write the letter?" He had a bad feeling.

The scholar turned around, "No, I am the scholar who wrote the letter here, are you two waiting for me?"

Nangong Yi raised his head suddenly, "You? Are you the scholar here?" He asked loudly.

The scholar was a little frightened, and his expression was a little apprehensive, "Yes, yes, Xiaosheng has been writing letters here for more than a year, and the neighbors here know me."

The movements and expressions of the two people in front of the table were frozen at the same time. They stared blankly at the dancing scholar standing beside him. Le Yanzhi seemed to hear a cracking sound, his heart was throbbing hard, and then suddenly he fell off a cliff. Lost interest in everything, hopeless.

"You mean, are you here alone? Is there anyone else using this booth besides you? For example, after you left, or did you use this booth with others?" Le Yan's voice was erratic.

The scholar shook his head cautiously, "There is no one else, only me. And I leave very late every day, and I only went back early because it snowed yesterday. I wonder if you two want to..."

"Ah..." Le Yanzhi quickly stood up, his eyes dodged, he didn't know where to look, "It's okay, we'll come again next time." He pulled Nangong Yi and ran away, Nangong Yi was surprised that he didn't know where he came from With such a great force, he was pulled up from the table.

"Say it, say it!" Nangong Yi grabbed Le Yanzhi, and he stood in front of Le Yanzhi blocking his way.

Le Yanzhi couldn't stop trembling all over, he raised his head, Nangong Yi saw fear in his eyes, "Yanzhi, it doesn't matter, let's go back and have a rest first." Nangong Yi hugged Le Yanzhi and helped him Curb the trembling.

"What should I do?" Le Yanzhi's voice was crying, "What should I do? It really wasn't my mother, my mother is really gone...she's really gone!" He knelt down and buried his head in his arms Regardless of crying.

Nangong Yi, a man who never shed tears, couldn't help but secretly wiped the corners of his eyes.

"I knew, how can there be such a good thing," Le Yanzhi finally stopped crying, and choked instead, "Although I came to Cangzhou with such unrealistic ideas, I thought there would be such a thing. In the end, but, but you see, I am still too unrealistic."

Nangong Yi could only comfort him by hugging him tightly, "It's not your fault, really, if it were me, I would do the same."

Le Yanzhi continued to bury his head for a long time, calming down his emotions.

"Let's go back, don't catch a cold, we've been out for a long time." Nangong Yi said.

"...Well." Nangong Yi helped Le Yanzhi stand up, Le Yanzhi's nose, eye circles and cheeks were red, "Ah!" Le Yanzhi suddenly exclaimed.

"What's the matter?" Nangong Yi asked worriedly.

"We forgot one important thing."

"what's up?"

"Handwriting."

"Huh?" Nangong Yi frowned.

"Yes, the handwriting, did you read it yesterday? On that piece of paper, that font. You ran away without confirming the font with the scholar, right?"

Nangong Yi looked at him with wide eyes, "Yes, why didn't I remember it!" He grabbed Le Yanzhi and ran back.

Standing in front of the scholar again, the two leaned on their knees and bent over, gasping for breath.

"You two..." The scholar looked at them in surprise.

"Please...please write!" Le Yanzhi was almost exhausted, but Nangong Yi ran too fast, "Please write the prescription."

"Don't worry, both of you, just give me the prescription, and I'll write you a copy." The scholar began to polish the ink.

"No...there is no prescription, it's in my head, you write as I say." Le Yanzhi said.

"That's not acceptable," the scholar refused, "If anything goes wrong, I'll still have to take responsibility."

"Just write a three-character scripture." Nangong Yi made the final decision.

The scholar was puzzled, the two looked like they were making trouble.So he stopped grinding the ink and observed the two people in front of him.

Nangong Yi hurriedly placed a small piece of silver on it, "There's no need to look for it."

It wasn't until the scholar put the broken silver into his bag that he was sure that the two people really paid for him to write for him.

So I continued to grind the ink, pick up the pen, and silently write the Three Character Classic.

"Just write the first ten sentences." Nangong Yi added.

The scholar was puzzled, but he still wrote.

After a while, the scholar took the paper and dried the ink on it, and handed it to Nangong Yi.

Le Yanzhi quickly took it over and watched it carefully with Nangong Yi who was head-to-head.

The more they looked at it, the more something was wrong, and the two of them frowned.

Nangong Yi raised his eyes and asked seriously, "Where did you learn this word?"

The scholar said: "My characters? Ten years ago, I picked up a letter by the side of the road. I started to practice calligraphy with a letter, and that’s it in the end.”

"Then when it started snowing yesterday, someone asked you to write the prescription for me, is that the case?" Le Yanzhi asked.

The scholar nodded, "Yes, after finishing that, I'll pack up and go home."

Le Yanzhi started to feel depressed, and this time it was just depressed. After experiencing disappointment once, this time he was a little calm.

Turning around to leave, Nangong Yi looked at Le Yanzhi's declining back and felt extremely distressed.

Le Yanzhi lowered his head and walked slowly on the way back. Nangong Yi followed behind him, also lowering his head.

How can everything be so small, even a handwriting has to be used to deceive people.

Ten years ago, Le Yanzhi was ten years old. At that time, Tang Qiu happened to take him to live in Cangzhou. Maybe at that time Tang Qiu began to write for him to earn some living expenses. That's why the scholar picked up the letter left by the roadside. Then began to copy her handwriting.

Hey... this could be considered fate, Le Yanzhi thought, seeing Tang Qiu's handwriting here again was a kind of consolation for him.

People will definitely not come back, they are all buried, how could they still appear here?

It's better to give up your wild ideas.

The more you think about it, the more you will be disappointed.

It should be enough to be able to come back to the place where they once lived together.

Le Yanzhi buried his head in his walk, Nangong Yi took two quick steps to catch up with Le Yanzhi, and put his arm around Le Yanzhi's neck, "Anyway, there has been a notice of closure for one day, why don't we go out and eat something now? There is nothing to eat when we go back at this time Yes, how about eating something good outside?"

"I can't eat it..."

Nangong Yi turned Le Yanzhi in a different direction, "If you can't eat it, then take a look at this market. You will definitely feel bored when you go back. Why don't you relax now."

"Hmm..." Le Yanzhi kept staring at his toes as he walked.

The scholar's stall was at the eastern end of the market, and they started to walk west. They hadn't visited the market here for so long. Apart from looking for a house and opening a business, they were extremely busy.

It's really not happy at all to go shopping while this is suitable.

This street is not long or short, about a mile and a half away, there are quite a lot of shops, such as silk sellers, tea sellers, blacksmith shops, carpenter shops, restaurants, chaos stalls, street performers , has everything, and it is actually very lively, no worse than the commercial streets in Beijing.

The two of them were not thinking here, and they walked to the westernmost end after a while, looked at each other, and both sighed.

It's better to go back and be bored.

Turning around and walking the way, Le Yanzhi accidentally saw a ghostwriter with a small shed in an inconspicuous corner of the street.

Le Yanzhi stopped far away, Nangong Yi was puzzled, followed his line of sight, and stopped immediately.

I want to hang my heart but I am worried that I will be too disappointed.

The ghostwriter who looked like a scholar turned his back to them at this time, got up and rummaged through something in the baggage behind him, he was not tall and had a thin build.

Taking out a new stack of paper and turning around, Shun Shun sat down at the wooden table again, carefully fiddling with the pen, inkstone, and paper position in front of him.

Le Yanzhi and Nangong Yi couldn't help opening their eyes wide, Le Yanzhi was not reconciled, and even rubbed his eyes fiercely for a long time.

This can't be true.

This scholar seems to be about 30 years old, with fair skin and handsome looks.Even a coarse cotton robe couldn't stop his temperament.

At this time, the scholar picked up a writing brush, put the tip of the brush in front of his eyes, and looked at it seriously.

A silver ingot gently fell on the wooden table,