Lu Yang said sincerely, "I'm really afraid he'll go astray."
Yuan Zhizhi put the watch on her wrist and said with a smile, "Okay, I'll talk to my husband when he gets back."
Lu Yang briefly explained Lu Yao's situation. Yuan Zhizhi listened patiently and chatted with Lu Yang for a while before he took his leave.
That evening, Lu Yao also left the hospital and went to the house that Lu Jianjun had rented near the hospital.
He rested for a moment, then began grinding.
Lu Jianjun stood to the side, barely daring to breathe, watching Lu Yao nervously.
Lu Yao stared intently at the drawing paper for a moment, then quickly raised his hand and began to draw.
He had thoroughly memorized the flower-and-bird painting over the past few days, and could clearly recall every detail of it as soon as he closed his eyes.
Seeing this, Lu Jianjun quietly left the room, closed the door, and dared not disturb Lu Yao any further.
He felt that Lu Yao definitely needed to eat something good to replenish his energy, and there was nothing he could do to help.
So he simply locked the door and headed towards the market.
The vegetable market in Kyoto was in a remote location, and Lu Jianjun didn't know the way.
He wandered around for more than two hours before finally finding the market.
He bought a black-boned chicken, had it prepared at a restaurant, and then carried it home, carefully stewing it.
"Damn it!"
He had just straightened up when Lu Yao roared from the study.
He was startled and quickly got up to quietly walk to the study door and peek inside.
Lu Yao crumpled the drawing paper on the table into a ball and threw it on the ground; there were already more than a dozen crumpled papers on the ground.
It's obvious that the painting is ruined; Lu Yao has never been able to paint it well.
Although Lu Jianjun didn't know what was so good about these paintings, he knew they were valuable.
A painting that Lu Yao casually draws is worth a lot of money.
With that thought in mind, he didn't dare to bother Lu Yao any longer and tiptoed to the kitchen to check on the fire.
"What's so great about being good at business? Merchants who bow and scrape to everyone are nowhere near as capable as Xiao Yao!"
Lu Jianjun couldn't help but compare Lu Yao and Lu Yang, and he felt that Lu Yang was no match for Lu Yao no matter how he looked at it.
Xiao Yao is just having a bad day. He will definitely have a better future!
Lu Jianjun shook off the gloom in his heart and added another flame to the stove.
Lu Yao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his hands trembling slightly.
He paused for a moment, then picked up his paintbrush again and gritted his teeth to copy the painting.
Three hours later, he had only completed one-third of the drawing, but he was too exhausted to continue.
He put down his paintbrush, looked up, and saw Lu Jianjun peeking inside from the doorway.
"Xiao Yao, have something to eat. I just stewed a black-boned chicken."
Lu Jianjun tried to persuade him with a fawning expression.
Lu Yao was already exhausted and weak. He said weakly, "Bring it in."
Lu Jianjun was overjoyed and hurriedly went to the kitchen to bring over a whole pot of black-boned chicken. He carefully placed it on the dining table and then helped Lu Yao sit down at the table. Lu Yao took a sip of the soup and couldn't help but frown.
Before the family split up, Lu Jianjun could count the number of times he went into the kitchen on one hand; he was simply not good at cooking.
This black-boned chicken wasn't bad, but it certainly wasn't delicious either.
But he was already starving, so he ate the whole pot of black-boned chicken, soup and all, without even looking at it.
Lu Jianjun swallowed hard a few times, but his eyes were full of smiles, as if he were happier than if he had eaten a whole chicken himself.
"It's good that you can eat. Eat more good food, and your injury will heal faster."
He quickly cleared away the dishes and said with a smile.
Lu Yao rubbed his stomach, struggled to his feet, and, leaning on his cane, walked to the desk and sat down again.
He continued to draw intently until late at night, until he collapsed from exhaustion.
Lu Jianjun quietly picked up the calligraphy brush that Lu Yao had dropped on the ground, and then gently picked Lu Yao up and placed him on the bed in the bedroom.
He covered Lu Yao with the blanket, carefully went outside, scooped out a bowl of leftover rice, and ate a bite with some salted cucumber.
His face was sallow, and in the light of the fire in the stove, his expression was as gloomy as a ghost.
After finishing his meal, he lay down on the sofa fully clothed and fell asleep.
...
Yuan Zhizhi was sitting on the sofa drinking bird's nest soup when she heard the door open and turned her head to look at the door.
Her husband, Bai Bin, opened the door and walked in, skillfully changing his shoes without even looking up.
Yuan Zhizhi went to the kitchen and brought out a bowl of hangover tea for Bai Bin.
Bai Bin took the drink and downed it in one gulp. He took off his coat and said wearily, "Still not asleep so late?"
Yuan Zhizhi pulled him to the bedroom, and after they sat down, Yuan Zhizhi told him about Lu Yang's visit.
Bai Bin frowned deeply: "The person he's talking about is most likely Han Bingcheng, a businessman from Shanghai. He's been quite high-profile in the calligraphy and painting circles these past few days."
Yuan Zhizhi tentatively asked, "Is this person difficult to deal with?"
Bai Bin sneered: "If what Lu Yang said is true, I have to expose this scoundrel. This kind of profit-driven unscrupulous businessman doesn't deserve to be in the same circle as us!"
Yuan Zhizhi knew that Bai Bin was a person with a deep understanding of ancient paintings. He hated it most when others deliberately made fakes and allowed them to enter the market.
If this is true, Han Bingcheng has crossed his bottom line.
After finishing his business in Kyoto, Lu Yang hurriedly returned to Guangzhou.
The day after he returned, when he went to the mall counter to settle his accounts, he heard Liu Jia say with a look of horror, "Boss, Sister Yu's condition is worse than before."
“We advised her to go to the hospital, but she just gave us a perfunctory reply and clearly didn’t take it to heart.”
Lu Yang couldn't help but sigh. Judging from Yu Jinhua's figure, she wasn't a self-disciplined person. Such people are usually quite lazy.
He decided to remind her once, and if Yu Jinhua still didn't believe him, then nothing would have happened.
He found the place where Liu lived in the newspaper based on his memory. It was a two-story self-built house that had been built for at least ten years.
At that moment, Yu Jinhua was sitting on the sofa watching TV. She lazily reached out, picked up her water glass, took a sip, and felt dizzy.
Just then, there was a knock on the door. She didn't want to move and tilted her head to continue watching TV.
Lu Yang hesitated for a moment, then pushed open the door and went inside.
Yu Jinhua was slumped on the sofa. She had lost at least five pounds and her face was pale.
Looking at her now, even if she wanted to go to the hospital, she wouldn't have the strength.
Lu Yang closed the door and said, "I'll take you to the hospital. You look quite ill."
Yu Jinhua wasn't stupid; she almost collapsed as soon as she got up this morning, and she realized something was wrong.
She forced herself to finish breakfast, and wanted Da Liu to take her to the hospital, but Da Liu ignored her and hurriedly left.
She was extremely weak; she had no strength left to walk from the dining room to the living room and collapsed onto the sofa.
She shifted her obese body a few times, found a more comfortable position, and has been slumped over since morning.
"Thank you for your help."
Yu Jinhua didn't know Lu Yang, but now she regarded Lu Yang as her lifeline.
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