Mr. Meng was quiet for a moment.
"You're a kind-hearted person. What does that child have to do with you? There are actually many types of leukemia. Treatment is very difficult, and I haven't even developed a treatment yet."
Mr. Meng frowned and lowered his head.
Suddenly, he thought of something and turned to look at Duan Yuchen. "I remember you seem to know some medical skills, right?"
Because he remembered that last time, if it weren't for the young man in front of him, he would probably have died on the spot.
Logically speaking, this young man should know some medical skills.
Duan Yuchen nodded.
"I only know a little bit, but it's not something I can show off."
Mr. Meng put down the brush in his hand and said, "How about this? Come with me to the laboratory over there tonight. We can talk about these things briefly."
This young man is quite humble. If he really only knows a little, then would he have known what my situation was when he saw me for the first time?
There is actually another reason why we say night.
He wanted the young man in front of him to stay at his home for dinner, and to get to know him better.
Duan Yuchen pondered for a moment and then nodded in agreement.
As soon as he nodded, Mrs. Meng came in and immediately called Shen Jinfan.
Xiaochen is a good boy, and since he is treated so kindly by the old man, he must be no ordinary person.
It's a good opportunity for the two children to get together and chat.
Maybe we can spark some love from the conversation.
Shen Jinfan knew exactly what his old lady was thinking.
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly. "Old lady, just give up on that idea. That kid already has a partner, and he's not interested in women. Even if you want to bring us together, the chances are slim."
Old Mrs. Meng fell silent.
Well,
You have no interest in women, but you still have a partner?
Is it what she thought?
She felt that she had suffered a severe mental trauma.
Shen Jinfan hung up the phone as usual.
Knowing the old lady's temper, he estimated that she would not be able to calm down for a while.
But given grandpa's personality, what if he makes things difficult for Xiaochen?
The young people who used to come to our house would be scared as soon as they spoke to my grandfather and would never come again.
It would be bad if Duan Yuchen couldn't handle it.
So Shen Jinfan simply turned down the remaining work and went home.
But when he entered the room, he found that his grandfather and Mr. Duan were having a pleasant conversation.
Duan Yuchen felt that the old man in front of him was very interesting. He knew a lot of things and had some insights of his own.
With his sharp eyes, he can also give some opinions.
"Young man, you seem to know a lot about our country's quintessence. I wonder how much you know about calligraphy and Chinese painting."
As Mr. Meng spoke, he stood up and went back to the study with nimble hands and feet.
Then he took out a set of extremely precious four treasures of the study.
Duan Yuchen knew how valuable these things were almost as soon as he touched them.
"Grandpa treasures these things very much and never lets us touch them. I didn't expect him to be willing to take them out today."
Shen Jinfan walked over from the door.
Seeing what the old man was holding in his hand, he was slightly stunned, and then spoke in a complicated tone.
"Is that so? It's really my honor." Duan Yuchen said with a smile, watching the old man's actions.
"Try writing a few words. Our study room is in need of some large characters, so why not write 'attract wealth and bring in treasures'? If you write well, I'll reward you directly later."
As the old man spoke, he reached out and pinched his beard. You know, things like calligraphy are extremely challenging to one's character.
A person with an unstable mind cannot write well.
"Then I'll make a fool of myself for the old man."
Duan Yuchen supported the table beside him with one wrist, while holding the top-quality brush in the other hand.
You should know that you can't write perfect calligraphy casually.
Shen Jinfan broke out in a cold sweat. She was afraid that the boy was bluffing, otherwise the old man would definitely be angry.
You should know that someone had a pleasant conversation with the old man before, but when he mentioned something like calligraphy, the old man directly kicked him out.
The old man's requirements for calligraphy seem to be very strict. Besides medicine, calligraphy is the only thing he knows.
But then she found that her thoughts were completely unnecessary, the boy's movements were as smooth as flowing water and pleasing to the eye.
It didn't feel awkward at all, but rather very quiet.
Every stroke is just right, the font is majestic and the strokes are smooth. It is hard to imagine that it came from the hands of such a young man.
Mr. Meng was watching in amazement.
With this kind of font, you can definitely participate in competitions and win glory for your country!
You should know that although these are national treasures, few people learn or come into contact with them. After all, not many people pay attention to things like writing calligraphy.
In comparison, people may be more willing to choose musical instruments or dance.
Old Mrs. Meng next to her looked at the current situation with a happy face.
Then he turned on the LCD TV in the living room.
The excited voice came out from the LCD TV.
It makes people unable to help but look over there.
The screams of the fans below were even louder than the music on the stage.
The old man glanced at this side without much interest.
But at just one glance, the dancing posture of the passionate young man on TV happened to overlap with the face of the young man in front of him.
Even though the old man didn't know much about these dances, he could still feel how pleasing they were.
The old man was silent for a moment.
Then he turned his gaze directly to the young man.
No way, no way?
Don't tell him that the person on TV is Duan Yuchen.
It just so happened that this was the time when the judges gave their comments and scores after the performance.
The boy's name was read.
It was him, right.
"I'm a little curious about what kind of family can raise a child like you." The old man hesitated to speak.
After careful consideration, it seems that this child has cooperated with his granddaughter's company. He can dance and has great medical skills. The brush he used just now also writes beautifully.
It doesn't matter who can display the same skill to the fullest.
But being able to use a group of skills to the extreme is not normal.
Duan Yuchen pondered for a moment, then calmly explained, "I just like to read it when I'm bored. I'm an orphan, and I don't even know who my parents are."
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