Chapter 146: Memories always make me laugh
"No, we didn't have enough to eat and clothes to wear back then, and she was timid and not as arrogant as she is now. If I could, I would rather not have been her brother or sister."
It was only during dinner today that Second Brother Gu heard Professor Li talk about how arrogant Sheng Yueliang was.
Even though he had no expectations for Sheng Yueliang, he was still extremely disappointed after hearing what others told him.
When he recalled the past, the days of feeding pigs seemed like a lifetime ago, while the happy times of his childhood seemed like yesterday.
His eyes were full of nostalgia and longing, but unfortunately his memories before the age of seven were very vague.
Mainly his mother and her elder brother, whatever they say to him always sounds so happy and sweet.
In his mind, he recalled many warm memories from when he was between seven and ten years old, and the memories always made him want to smile.
At that time, their family was considered a well-off family in the imperial capital, and his father taught at Qingcheng University.
During the holidays, their family of five would return to the capital to visit their grandfather and their second and third uncles' families.
Then when they returned to Qingcheng, his mother always carried a lot of bags, but most of them were taken to their grandfather's house.
His step-grandmother and two aunts treated him and his siblings as warmly as if they were the boys around the God of Wealth.
Later, their family went to a farm to feed pigs. The joy they once had was gone forever, and they never went to their grandfather's house again.
They had to eat coarse food, had no money to treat their illnesses, and could only hold on. The only time they went to his grandfather's house was a month ago, and they were driven out by their step-grandmother.
They said that the Dong family did not welcome poor relatives and asked them not to bother them in the future.
Especially their adopted sister, to whom they were so devoted, turned around and said she didn't know them.
This made Second Brother Gu feel very aggrieved, but he could only endure it and not lose his temper.
Brother Gu felt complicated as he thought about the happy times of his childhood and what he had experienced over the years.
But he is very happy now because he has Jiaojiao and these are real things, not dreams.
"Second brother Gu, why are you crying?" Sheng Shiwu saw the tears on his cheeks, a little flustered, and asked in a low voice.
Brother Gu wiped his face with his hands, and there were tears. "I didn't cry. It was the spicy food that made me cry."
He said this in a low voice and glanced at Gu Jiaojiao secretly. Seeing that she was very happy talking to Doctor He and Professor Xia, he felt relieved.
"I know you, you want to cry when you recall being with the moon, right? I feel the same way. I often think about the happy times we had as a family of six. Whenever I think of them, I want to laugh..."
Sheng Shiwu said with deep sympathy that he was embarrassed to say that he wanted to cry when he thought of the moon.
No one else noticed their whispering. They all pricked up their ears to listen to Doctor He and the others discussing medical skills.
After dinner, Doctor He and the others wanted to chat at Su's house, but Uncle Dong went home with a big bowl of braised donkey meat.
"You guys chat slowly, I'll come pick you up to go to the guesthouse at nine o'clock. By the way, Shuo Ci's family has installed a telephone today, so you can call me if you have anything."
"Go ahead and do your work. We'll call you when we want to leave." Li An waved his hand and said.
Sheng Shiwu also brought a bowl of braised donkey meat back to the Sheng family. The backpack on his back was filled with sausages and spicy strips to be sold tomorrow.
Gu Jiaojiao took out insulin and gave it to Xia Qiu Ming to give Li An an injection. She continued to discuss the profound Chinese medicine with Doctor He.
Doctor He even boasted about their He family’s most precious bruise ointment.
No matter how serious the injury is, even if it is an old injury from decades ago, applying the He family's plaster can remove the toxins and heal the wound.
"I've heard of that magical wound ointment before, but I didn't expect it to be your He family's heirloom, haha..."
"A mere bone-breaking ointment is not a family heirloom of our He family. We also have a precious hemostatic prescription that we donated to the country a few years ago."
Doctor He said proudly that he finally had some prescriptions that were better than Gu Jiaojiao's.
When Grandpa Gu saw his granddaughter looking at old man Dong with shining eyes, he whispered in Gu Jiaojiao's ear.
"Jiaojiao, don't envy your Grandpa He. I also have mysterious prescriptions and ancient medical books. They were left by your grandma."
Gu Jiaojiao understood immediately. She had heard her grandfather say several times that her medical talent was inherited from the Ye family.
Only she herself knew that everything she had was acquired through diligent study in her previous life, and she was not a person with extraordinary talents.
None of these facts matter, the result is that her medical skills are indeed better than Xia Qiu Ming's.
But she is not as good as Dr. He in Chinese medicine, but Dr. He insists on calling her senior sister! This makes Gu Jiaojiao very distressed.
Gu Jiaojiao really didn't want to accept this kind of thing.
Although she is a doctor of medicine at a young age, she also knows what it means to respect the elderly and love the young.
It’s funny to think about having a white-haired old doctor calling me sister.
The latest novel is published first on Liu9shuba!
But Doctor He was too obsessed, so Gu Jiaojiao decided to take him as her master. "Doctor He, will you pass on your family's secret recipe to outsiders?"
"It will not be passed on to outsiders, only to disciples of the He family." Doctor He did not yet understand what Gu Jiaojiao meant.
"That's a pity. I wanted to become your disciple and learn some traditional Chinese medicine from you."
"Jiaojiao, you want to be my disciple? But your medical skills are better than mine!" Doctor He's blood was boiling.
"I may be okay in Western medicine, but Chinese medicine is extensive and profound, and there are many secret recipes of the He family that are worth learning."
Gu Jiaojiao said sincerely that she was not an arrogant person. If she understood, she would understand, and if she didn’t understand, she would learn.
"Jiaojiao, you are already very skilled in medicine, why do you still want to learn boring Chinese medicine? Come and learn painting from me."
No one can surpass the level of Chinese painting master Cheng Tao, and he wants to take in a disciple.
This is also the purpose of his coming to Qingcheng this time, which is to find a good seedling.
Gu Jiaojiao could see that Cheng Tao was serious. She hesitated and said, "Professor Cheng, let me draw a picture of autumn maple creek for you."
In her previous life, when Gu Jiaojiao was a few years old, her grandfather invited a famous Chinese painting master to teach her for several years.
Later, she also liked to collect famous paintings in her spare time, and copy and study them in her free time.
She is good at traditional Chinese painting, using a brush dipped in water, ink, and color to paint on silk or paper.
The subjects of Chinese painting can be divided into figures, landscapes, flowers and birds, etc., and the techniques can be divided into figurative and freehand.
The content and art of Chinese painting reflect the ancient people's understanding of nature, society, and related politics, philosophy, religion, morality, literature and art.
"Jiaojiao, have you seen the painting of Autumn Maple Creek?" Cheng Tao asked excitedly.
"Nonsense, Jiaojiao has never seen the painting of autumn maple stream, how can she paint it? I think your IQ for painting is worrying, and you also want to be Jiaojiao's teacher!"
After getting the injection, Ang Lee was in very good spirits and in a good mood to talk to his friends.
Others were also shocked. Besides being a good doctor, Jiaojiao could also paint?
Su Shuoci had been staring at his wife infatuatedly. What he was thinking was similar to what Li Ang was thinking, but he was the junior and didn't dare to say it out loud.
Thank you very much for the monthly ticket of "Fire Phoenix 817" and the recommendation votes of the treasures () (End of this chapter)
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com