She poured a cup of tea for Yu Jiao and another for herself, and the two sat in the room drinking tea and resting for a while.
Song, who always had a sad face in the past, now has a relaxed brow and a faint smile on her face. Since Yu Mengshan can walk, Zhe'er's body may be recovered in the future. Song feels satisfied from the bottom of her heart and only hopes that such ordinary but peaceful days can last for a long time.
After drinking two cups of tea, Song got up and went to the kitchen to light the fire and cook. Yu Jiao wanted to follow her, but Song smiled and said, "Go sit in Qizhe's room for a while. I'll call you when the meal is ready."
Yu Jiao originally wanted to take some time off and didn't want to practice calligraphy anymore, but after hearing what Song said, she had no choice but to put on a sad face and go into Yu Qizhe's room to practice calligraphy.
Seeing Yu Jiao's frown, Yu Qizhe said, "If you don't like copying medical books, don't write them. Don't pay attention to your grandfather's words."
Yu Jiao sneered, "If I don't write it, I don't know what your grandfather will do to me!"
Yu Qizhe raised his eyes to look at her and said softly, "I thought you wouldn't care about this."
Yu Jiao raised her face slightly, and the warm yellow sunlight shone through the window onto her smooth and white forehead. Her eyebrows and eyes were particularly delicate, like a porcelain doll. She said softly, "How could I not care? I think it's you who never cares about these things at home."
Yu Qizhe's knuckles holding the book stiffened slightly, and there was no expression on his face. "I won't live long anyway, so why should I care about these trivial things?"
"Stop!" Yu Jiao said seriously, "Who said you won't live long? Those quack doctors are just incompetent. Wait until I find the herbs, and I guarantee you'll live a long life."
Yu Qizhe lowered his head, the half-opened book covering the corners of his slightly raised lips, and he hummed softly.
As the two were talking, there was a bang bang sound from outside. The rapid and loud sound made Yu Jiao frown slightly. Thinking that it must be a patient who came to see an emergency doctor, Yu Jiao dipped the ink in the inkstone and lowered her head to continue copying the medical book.
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