His father just escaped from the brink of death. What if something bad happens to him?
The middle-aged man stopped looking at the girl and frowned: "Dad, can you please not let anyone into the house?"
Sheng Qingtang did not respond. He looked at the pills that fell on the ground, stunned.
After a few seconds, he finally reacted and slapped the middle-aged man on the bald head in anger.
"Idiot! Do you know that this is the elixir of immortality that Miss Ying gave to your father?"
"Is it because your father's lifestyle of not staying up late and eating vegetables is better than yours, and you are afraid that your father will outlive you and send you away?"
The middle-aged man was stunned by the photo: "What elixir of life? Dad, I told you to stop looking at it..."
“Shut up!” Sheng Qingtang slapped him again, “This is Divine Doctor Ying. Without her, your father would have already met his death.”
The middle-aged man was confused again: "Dad, you said this little girl is Doctor Ying? You didn't lie to me?"
"Nonsense." Sheng Qingtang said unhappily, "Hurry up and pick up the medicine for me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man fell to his knees with a plop.
"Dr. Ying..." He started to cry, "You are my second parents. Without you, I really don't know what to do."
Mr. Sheng: “…”
It seems that his biological father is still present?
"My dad is cheated by health supplement sellers every day. The more he is cheated, the braver he becomes. I thought you were the same." The middle-aged man wiped his tears and said, "I'm really sorry. I apologize to you."
Ying Zijin couldn't stand the enthusiasm and took a step back: "It's okay, get up."
Sheng Qingtang put away his pills, wiped them with a look of heartache, swallowed them in one gulp, and still said angrily: "Let him kneel down."
"Dr. Ying, I haven't been able to see you. It's my fault." The middle-aged man felt ashamed. "It's almost evening. Why don't you stay for dinner?"
"No need." Ying Zijin shook her head slightly, "I still have to go back to school."
"That's good, that's good." The middle-aged man stood up hurriedly, "I'll see Miss Ying off."
Ying Zijin picked up the scroll she had placed on the coffee table and was about to leave.
Sheng Qingtang was sharp-eyed and blurted out: "Miss Ying, wait a minute!"
Ying Zijin turned around.
"I smell the scent of ink." Sheng Qingtang rubbed his hands, "May I ask what kind of top-quality calligraphy is in Miss Ying's hand?"
Ying Zijin nodded: "Just writing for fun."
"Can you let me take a look?" Sheng Qingtang coughed lightly, "This unfilial son hasn't let me touch the pen for a long time."
The middle-aged man was speechless: "Dad, you should have some shame. It's obviously you who climbs trees to pick fruits and fishes in the water every day."
Sheng Qingtang ignored him, carefully took the scroll from the girl and unfolded it.
Then, there was a long silence.
The middle-aged man was quite surprised. He also came over to take a look and was shocked: "Dad, this word..."
"Go away." Sheng Qingtang raised his head and said solemnly, "Miss Ying, can I pay you one million for this calligraphy?"
“…”
Ying Zijin was silent for a moment: "How much did you say?"
Sheng Qingtang thought she felt it was not enough: "Two million is also fine."
The middle-aged man was unhappy now: "Dad, why have you become stingy when you are old? I think Miss Ying's handwriting is much better than yours when you were young. You sold a piece of dog-like handwriting for eight million back then."
"Look at this. The writing is smooth and flowing, very incisive, and has the style of the Wei and Jin dynasties. Even if you have more than 30 years of experience, you may not be able to write like this."
Mr. Sheng: “…”
Unfilial son! ! !
"Miss Ying, please don't argue with my dad. I'll buy your calligraphy." The middle-aged man said proudly, "Ten million. I won't let you lose money."
Ying Zijin hesitated for a moment and said, "Sorry, I took this calligraphy to participate in the school art festival. If you really want it, I can write another one."
"Use it to participate in the art festival?" Sheng Qingtang was heartbroken. "What a waste of natural resources! What a waste of natural resources!"
Finally, he was reluctant to leave: "Then please trouble Miss Ying to write another one. Can I take a photo with this one?"
Finally, when Ying Zijin left with 10 million, he always felt something was wrong.
She sighed softly and nodded her head.
If she can make so much money just by writing, why would she bother to make medicine?
——
Three days later.
noon.
Ying Zijin received a call from Mr. Zhong.
"Zijin, tomorrow is your birthday. Grandpa is going to hold a birthday party for you. Do you have time to look at dresses later?"
Hearing this, Ying Zijin remembered that her birthday was March 24th.
When they were in Qingshui County, although the Wen family was poor, Wen Fengmian would never treat her and Wen Tinglan unfairly.
So every year, we celebrate the birthdays of the two siblings.
Only I couldn't afford a cake, only a scone.
But it was also a lot of fun.
More than a year ago, she was taken back to the Ying family and never celebrated her birthday again.
Because no one in the Ying family remembered her, and Mr. Zhong was not in Shanghai at that time, so he didn't know.
"Grandpa, there's no need to be so troublesome." Ying Zijin laughed softly, "Come to the Wen family and have a meal with my dad and the others. I don't like to make a big fuss."
Mr. Zhong was silent for a long time, and then he said, "That's fine, it's enough for the family to live together."
"Grandpa will pick you up from school tomorrow, and then go to the Wen family with you."
After hanging up the phone, Ying Zijin thought about it and called Fu Yunshen again.
Fu Yunshen was at the Fu family accompanying Old Man Fu. He was quite surprised after receiving the call.
"What did you say? What did you say?" Old Master Fu looked eagerly, "What did my granddaughter-in-law tell you?"
"First, she's not your granddaughter-in-law. Don't even think about having a granddaughter-in-law here. I won't get married."
“…”
"Second, don't tell it to me, tell it to you." Fu Yunshen lazily, "Yaoyao invites you to eat her birthday cake."
"Really?" Mr. Fu was pleasantly surprised. "Zi Jin invited me to celebrate her birthday?"
Fu Yunshen raised his eyelids: "You don't have to go."
"Go, go, of course I have to go." Mr. Fu said seriously, "I haven't eaten cake for a long time. I'm so greedy."
Fu Yun raised his eyebrows.
"Hey, wait." Mr. Fu suddenly remembered something, "Will Mr. Zhong be there too?"
Before Fu Yunshen could answer, he said to himself, "Then I have to install the chessboard and play two games with him."
Then he said complacently: "I must have won him."
“…”
——
March 24th.
The spring equinox has just passed, and the nights are still longer than the days.
By seven o'clock, it was almost dark.
The street lights gradually came on, and the lights and shadows flickered.
The neighborhood where the Wen family lives is not big, but it is quiet.
Ying Zijin also noticed this and bought an apartment here for Wen Fengmian.
At this time, at the top of an 18-story building not far away.
There was a figure crawling on the ground, looking over here.
The pitch-black muzzle slowly rose toward the building entrance, aiming at the man's slender back.
"The target has been locked."
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