Chapter 6 Chapter 6 A butterfly flew into the Qin family. ...

Even if Liu Jingheng was slow, he still knew how to find the original owner's home based on the taxi records in the original owner's mobile phone.

In the crowded urban village, his small room was buried among the airtight high-rise buildings.

Liu Jingheng dragged his wheelchair up the stairs one by one. The sixth floor seemed as long and unreachable as a ladder to heaven.

Liu Jingheng looked at the yellow mottled wall, where the floors had been scribbled by children so that the numbers could not be seen, and tried hard to run his original XP system.

The operation failed, I’m tired, take a break.

Liu Jingheng sat on the steps, looking out the window at the dark world blocked by dense steel bars and concrete.

Speaking of which, why hasn't Rilon Group called him to arrange an interview yet?

He rested his chin on one hand, drowsy.

Puff!

The little bubble of sleepiness suddenly burst.

I remember now.

In the original story, the original owner, in order to get close to Qin Chuyao, filled in the internship intention as the household management of the Rilon Group. Qin Chuyao would not fail to see this little trick, and he simply tore up the application form and threw it away.

The original owner did not give up. She knew very well that marrying into a wealthy family would make the bold die fat and the timid die thin. She became more and more evil. If the open approach didn't work, she would resort to covert means. She directly drugged Qin Chuyao, took a bed photo and sent it to Cheng Yunqing, causing Qin Chuyao to happily get a shockingly large pussy from Cheng Yunqing.

At that time, Mr. Qin pondered for a moment:

"Since the matter is settled, my Qin family is not unreasonable."

So the original owner naturally came in.

However, in pursuit of the ultimate double purity, the original author could not let Qin Chuyao break her virginity, so he simply arranged for the original owner to take a photo of the bed and send it to Cheng Yunqing. Qin Chuyao woke up with his extraordinary perseverance.

I still remember that when the family of the sister in the next bed read this passage, they asked a soul-searching question:

"Doesn't this author have any common sense?"

My sister said, "It's not important. Logic only serves the plot."

Liu Jingheng: So the question is, where can he get this medicine? He is not like the original owner, who has supernatural powers.

"Ding Dong Dong~" He was so lost in thought that he was about to fall asleep when the ringing of his cell phone startled his eyelids.

I picked up my phone and saw "Beast No. 1" flashing on the screen.

After thinking about it from the original owner's perspective, he knew who it was.

Pick up the phone.

"Are you home?" Cheng Yunqing's voice was like a cold and bright moon in the wilderness, forming an invisible barrier with the noisy world.

"Yes." Liu Jingheng's answer was the same as always, just like the first generation of AI, simple and mechanical.

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be relieved, and after a moment of silence, he slowly said:

"I'm near your house, come over now."

Liu Jingheng: "Why?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone again.

After a long while, he said, "I bought too much and I can't finish it all."

"Oh, sure."

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the urban village hidden by high-rise buildings welcomed the night early.

In the old and narrow staircase, the voice-controlled lights kept lighting up and going out.

Under the dim light, the tall figure cast a slanted black shadow on the ground.

"Why are you sitting here?" Cheng Yunqing's indifferent voice woke up Liu Jingheng who had fallen asleep.

"Forgot..." he said.

"Forgot what? The way home?"

Liu Jingheng hugged her legs, rested her head heavily on her knees, and nodded slightly.

He couldn't remember how many floors he had walked up and how many more floors there were.

Cheng Yunqing sneered in disbelief, but after seeing Liu Jingheng's pale face clearly, the sarcastic smile disappeared between his eyebrows.

He calmed himself down and held out his hand: "Fifth floor, there's still one floor left."

"Oh, let's talk about it later." Liu Jingheng blinked.

He was very sleepy and tired. The height of five floors was far beyond his physical capacity.

The voice-controlled lights went out and the world fell into darkness.

The upright figure like a pine tree stood in the dark for a long time, and then sat down silently beside Liu Jingheng.

The colorful plastic bags in your hands contain high-quality proteins that are good for your heart and some digitalis drugs for treating aortic reflux.

The whole world was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. In the darkness, only Liu Jingheng's breathing could be heard, subtle and fragile, as if it would disappear in the next second.

As if afraid that the breath would suddenly disappear, Cheng Yunqing took the initiative to speak:

"Has your internship notice not come yet? I've been doing it for a few days already."

Liu Jingheng opened her eyes tiredly:

"I don't know. I wasn't informed."

Oops. That's right.

He stood up shakily with the help of the handrail, climbed onto the wheelchair like an old man with limited mobility, and sat down.

The character setting cannot be forgotten.

He glanced at Cheng Yunqing secretly, and seeing that his expression was still indifferent, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Where do you fill in your internship intention?" Cheng Yunqing naturally ignored the wheelchair and asked.

"Rilon Group..."

In the dim light, Cheng Yunqing's delicate eyebrows were gently furrowed.

He often heard Qin Chuyao say that Liu Jingheng approached him in order to get a position in a large conglomerate, and he thought Qin Chuyao was overconfident.

Cheng Yunqing clenched the plastic bag in his hand, making it rustle.

"Do we have to go there?" Cheng Yunqing's suppressed voice was like ice.

Liu Jingheng opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.

"Qin Chuyao has always been critical of you, and his uncle is also said to be difficult to deal with. You'll be wronged if you go there."

Liu Jingheng saw it:

"Right..."

Changing the subject, "Does your college have any drugs?"

He wanted to say anesthetic, but slipped his tongue and said it was drug.

Cheng Yunqing suddenly stood up: "What do you want this for?"

In the pitch-black environment, his voice was even colder and more chilling.

Liu Jingheng thought for a moment and said, "Someone asked me to take it."

The original owner should be considered someone else.

"Listen, I don't have it, and I can't get it. Also, if someone asks you to get something like this, just beat them up."

Liu Jingheng: "Okay."

Although I don’t understand it, “OK, right” is definitely a useful universal formula.

The night in March was still cold. The night wind suddenly rose from the ground and blew around the window across Liu Jingheng's body.

He shivered with cold.

"Let's go back, the wind is blowing." Without saying anything, Cheng Yunqing put one hand through his back, exerted a little force, and picked him up horizontally.

Liu Jingheng relaxed her body and leaned lightly in his arms.

From childhood to adulthood, after countless surgeries, he has long been accustomed to the embrace and touch of others.

"Wheelchair." He did not forget to remind.

"knew."

*

The next day.

It was already noon when Liu Jingheng woke up.

No one knew when Cheng Yunqing left, maybe last night, or maybe just now, but Liu Jingheng didn't care.

He didn't even notice the meal Cheng Yunqing had prepared for him in the kitchen, and he was turning around and around the room in his wheelchair.

If he can't get the anesthetic, how can he frame Qin Chuyao and destroy their relationship?

Liu Jingheng planned to go out for a walk, because opportunities always come only to those who are prepared.

The world in the book is no different from the real world. In order to save words, the author has constructed a prosperous and grand international metropolis.

Liu Jingheng sat in his luxurious two-wheeled vehicle and slowly drove along the curb.

While waiting for the red light, a young man came out of the pharmacy behind me. He had dark circles under his eyes and looked like he was suffering from a nervous breakdown.

His girlfriend comforted him:

"It's okay, you're just too anxious about work. Take some sleeping pills and have a good night's sleep while you're on vacation. You'll be full of energy again tomorrow!"

Liu Jingheng suddenly opened her eyes wide.

A word can wake a person up from his dream.

He wheeled his wheelchair into the pharmacy.

The pharmacist asked about his condition in detail and, after being stingy, only prescribed two sleeping pills.

Before he left, he said something like he was reciting a sutra:

"You must believe that the darkness will eventually dissipate, and life will surely move towards light."

Liu Jingheng nodded.

don't know.

After just two steps, the wheelchair stopped again.

Across the street from the row of shops, one of them had a blue sign with four large characters in cursive script:

【Hanmo Calligraphy】

The font is both strong and soft, with a well-arranged density and a lively and elegant style.

Liu Jingheng moved her index finger.

Walk out more than ten meters and then slowly slide back.

His eyes once again turned to the four fascinating characters.

At this time, a luxury car stopped at the door of Hanmo Calligraphy. An energetic old man in a suit, leaning on a golden nanmu cane, walked into the store surrounded by bodyguards.

The boss of Hanmo Calligraphy came out to greet him immediately:

"Oh, Mr. Qin! How did you find time to come over? I should have been the one to come. I'm so sorry for not hosting you well."

Mr. Qin nodded and glanced around:

"I just happened to pass by here and felt that the atmosphere at home was missing a bit."

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone rang.

Old Master Qin stared at the caller ID for a long time, his gray eyebrows slightly furrowed, and he hesitated to answer the phone:

"Qin Du, why did you call me suddenly?"

There was the sound of shuffling papers on the other end of the phone. Qin Du's voice remained cold when facing his own father:

"I'm currently working on a cooperative internship at Jinhai University. I'm missing an application form. I was wondering if you've seen it."

"You know, I've already stepped back, and it's not convenient for me to get involved in these matters."

Yes, if he doesn't do well, he will be punished by his son like a grandson. It's better to be a hands-off boss.

"Okay, I'll look for it again." Without even saying "goodbye", Qin Du decisively hung up the phone.

Old Master Qin rolled his eyes and put away his phone.

The boss of Hanmo Calligraphy rubbed his hands: "Boss Qin, please follow me~"

…

Liu Jingheng finally slid his awkward wheelchair to Hanmo Calligraphy.

I didn't dare to go in, I just stuck my head out and observed secretly.

The hall is filled with the unique smell of pine smoke and gum from ink, and calligraphy works of all sizes are hung on the walls, arranged in quite a stylish manner.

There was no one inside. Liu Jingheng sat at the door for a long time and whispered:

"I... I came in..."

The calligraphy works hanging in the hall are not only for display but also for sale. Before transmigrating into the book, Liu Jingheng was looked down upon for only looking at the works without buying them.

This time he had a prepared excuse: "The work is good, but I didn't want to buy it, and I didn't steal it."

Liu Jingheng looked around, her usually calm heart now surging.

The calligraphy is truly superb. A copy of "Eulogy for My Nephew" hangs in the center of the hall. Its brushwork is vigorous and powerful, its structure rigorous and dignified, and its characters dynamic and varied. Every stroke is imbued with dynamic vitality, vividly expressing Yan Zhenqing's grief and indignation over his nephew's sacrifice fighting the rebels.

Liu Jingheng tilted her head and looked carefully——

"Oh, Mr. Qin, the word 'Hao' is not written like this. Look." The voice of a middle-aged man suddenly came from the compartment in the hall.

Then, a familiar old male voice came:

"You always say it's not written this way, so how do you write it?"

"Don't worry, you'll understand if you read what I write again."

Liu Jingheng felt that he did not have the bad habit of peeping, but when the master started writing, he had to open his eyes.

I'm just taking a look and I'm not trying to steal your skills, so the other party shouldn't mind.

Liu Jingheng came to the door of the cubicle, looking eagerly.

A familiar old man was sitting in front of the pearwood desk. A middle-aged man was holding his hand and writing the word "Hao" on the paper stroke by stroke.

Liu Jingheng moved closer and closer, wanting to see it more clearly.

"Tsk." After writing a word, Old Master Qin frowned, "I think this still doesn't look like it was written by a human."

The boss broke out in a cold sweat.

Who knew that the famous Chairman Qin was so slow in understanding? Extremely slow! He's seventy years old, and he still hasn't developed any wisdom.

When you go out, don’t say that I taught you that.

Liu Jingheng couldn't help it.

He picked up the Xiuli pen, grabbed Mr. Qin's hand, and slowly wrote with his hand:

"The mouth of the character 'Hao' is wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, with the short horizontal line in the middle on the left, not the right. Finally..."

"Who are you?" Old Master Qin pulled his hand away in dissatisfaction.

Liu Jingheng added the last horizontal stroke of the character "日":

"After the short horizontal stroke, keep your little mouth closed."

Old Master Qin was stunned and shocked, and closed his mouth tightly.

Liu Jingheng grabbed his hand again and continued to lead him to write:

"The upper horizontal stroke of the character '天' is as wide as the character '日', and it stretches from light to heavy, with the shoulder extending to the right. The left stroke is short, and the right stroke is long. The right stroke ends at the right, stretching naturally."

"Okay." Liu Jingheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Old Master Qin looked at him in confusion for a long while, then raised the manuscript paper to examine it with half belief and half doubt.

"Good! This is beautifully written!" He clapped his hands, his expression instantly brightening.

Then he looked at the boss with an unhappy tone:

"How come you're not as good at teaching as your apprentice? Huh? If you had told me earlier that the word 'kou' should be wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, there wouldn't be so much trouble."

"Also, you didn't tell me I'd already put down my pen. Are you afraid I'll take your job after I finish my apprenticeship?"

The boss was sweating profusely.

The boss had no place to vent his anger after the master was beaten to death with random punches, so he turned and went to Liu Jingheng:

"Who are you? Who let you in?"

Liu Jingheng anticipated his question, so she repeated the words she had just prepared in her mind several times:

[I'm just looking. I don't want to buy anything, nor do I want to steal anything.]

Liu Jingheng took a deep breath and held her knees tightly.

"I... don't have anything I want to steal."

boss:?

What a shame! What's wrong with my calligraphy? Why isn't it worth stealing?

"I remember now." The old man pondered for a moment, then suddenly realized, "You are Chu Yao's classmate, right? Your name is Liu...Liu..."

"Liu Jingheng."

"Right, right, right." Old Master Qin happily held up the character "Hao" he had just written and asked him, "Do you think Grandpa's calligraphy has 70% of the style of Ouyang Xun?"

Liu Jingheng looked at it for a long time, pursed her lips, and closed her little mouth.

"Good!" Old Master Qin clapped his hands, nearly smacking Liu Jingheng to pieces. "You little butterfly, I really underestimated you. If I had known you were so capable, would I have wasted your money? I finally understand. Just because you can write doesn't mean he can teach you."

As he said this, he rolled his eyes at Boss Hanmo.

Liu Jingheng: "Yes."

The boss glared at him angrily. It was obvious that he had been tricked by his peers.

Mr. Qin admired his masterpiece again and praised it:

"With such small characters, I don't think those partners dare to say behind my back that I can only write cursive calligraphy."

Although Mr. Qin has retired to the sidelines, some of his old partners still recognize him as their sole ally. Contract revisions require signatures, and the old man, who has only been educated for a few years, has always been concerned about this. He paid a large sum of money to have the president of the local calligraphy association teach him personally, but after a month or so of study, his skills are still as bad as a dog's.

"Liu...Liu Jingheng, right?" The old man carefully rolled up his masterpiece. "I heard that you and Chu Yao were interns in the same class. Chu Yao is working as a handyman in my company. How come you look so free?"

"I... I submitted my resume to Rilon Group, but didn't receive any notification." Liu Jingheng spoke slowly.

When the old man heard this, his eyes lit up:

"Why did you bother to come to my place when you told me earlier?"

"Little Butterfly, come to Grandpa's house and teach me how to write. Grandpa will sign your internship certificate."

Liu Jingheng pondered for a long time and said, "Okay."