Under the girl's slightly weak arm, she pressed a copy of "The Theory of Warmth".

This book is the foundation work of thermopathology, and it has an extraordinary creation of warmth and a unique exposition of damp heat.

After hearing Zheng Shaoqiu's words, the girl was slightly stunned, and then didn't say anything more.

At this time, Zheng Shaoqiu glanced at her in a daze, pursed his lips, and said: "This book does not have the slightest effect on your current condition, you can take a look at the "Bronze Man Sutra". ”

"To be exact, only acupuncture can provide relief, and medicine is no longer available. ”

As soon as the words fell, the girl slowly raised her head.

Time stands still.

A delicate and pale pretty face met Zheng Shaoqiu's eyes, just like Lin Daiyu in "Dream of Red Mansions", giving people a sickly feeling.

The eyebrows are picturesque, but they are like snow on an iceberg, and the lips without the slightest blood-colored flap are gently closed, and there is a sad color in the eyes that cannot be concealed, which makes people's heartbeat stop subconsciously.

She let out a long breath, her autumn-like eyes flashed with doubt, and she whispered, "Newly made?"

"It's not. ”

Zheng Shaoqiu glanced at her deeply, and said slowly: "It is the only work of the King of the Northern Song Dynasty, and there is also a title called "Heavenly Sage Needle Sutra". ”

"The original is no longer available. ”

The girl reached out and pulled the loose strand of yellowish hair behind her, and then replied, "There is only a revised one in the world at present. ”

Zheng Shaoqiu was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then nodded.

He took the two books and was about to turn to leave, when he suddenly stopped, turned around and said, "I'm not very afraid of heat, the temperature can be adjusted a little higher." ”

With that, he sat back down at the window, his eyes falling on an off-road vehicle downstairs, not knowing what he was thinking.

In the distance, there were faint bursts of coughing, and the girl was trying her best to contain it, but there was no way, and the sound, like ripples in the water waves, rippled in the Literature and History Museum of Nuoda, which made people sound a heart-wrenching feeling.

The girl's badge bears a name: Fan Qiushui.

A girl who is different from most young people, full of a classical atmosphere, as well as a bookish atmosphere.

However, at this flower-like age, she suffered from a disease.

This kind of disease, even if Zheng Shaoqiu makes a move, it will not help, looking at the world, no one should be able to cure it well.

It's really a trick, this girl has a beautiful face, but it is destined to be like that bright fireworks, after a short bloom, it is eternal silence.

Perhaps, this is the life of an individual.

Zheng Shaoqiu saw this girl on the first day he came to this museum of literature and history, and at the same time saw the other party's physical condition, and also guessed the other party's death date.

The Museum of Culture and History was already deserted, and for several days, there were only two people, this girl and Zheng Shaoqiu, and there were bursts of trembling sounds in their ears from time to time.

After a brief conversation that day, the two did not communicate at all.

Like two intersecting lines, passing through one intersection point, followed by two trajectories that go farther and farther apart.

Zheng Shaoqiu still studies all kinds of modern history books, but what he can see now is basically some big goods, and as for those precious archival cheats, he is not qualified to squeeze them out.

Therefore, there is still a long way to go.

In the Museum of Culture and History, time seems to pass quickly.

Before I knew it, it was almost five o'clock in the afternoon, and then Fan Qiushui began to clean and clean according to the usual practice, and after Zheng Shaoqiu registered the book, he walked in the direction of the door.

Even at the top of the stairs, you can still hear the low coughing sound, and it is not until you walk out of the door that you feel a burst of fresh air rushing towards your face, and the looming feeling of depression is gone, and your spirit is lifted.

Zheng Shaoqiu's eyes turned and landed twenty meters away.

On the side of the road, an off-road vehicle was parked, as if sensing his gaze, the window slowly rolled down, revealing a slightly cold face, it was Chu Miaozhen.

Since Bao Longxing and the others left, the other party has gradually evolved from 24-hour uninterrupted surveillance to fixed-point tracking.

Zheng Shaoqiu's face did not change in the slightest, and he snorted softly.

This woman, if you want to spend it on him, then consume it......

Since it was still early, Zheng Shaoqiu walked directly to the direction of the embassy, the distance was not far, and he swept a shared bicycle directly on the side of the road.

Speaking of which, he also felt very interesting about this novel way, and he didn't know how to manipulate it at first, and he learned it after fiddling with it for a while.

Speaking of which, it has stopped raining these days, but the sky is still foggy and the path is muddy.

Zheng Shaoqiu rode a bicycle and twisted into a narrow and cramped alley, but it was only two meters wide, and there were still a lot of debris piled up along the street, as if the already crowded road had become a little more crowded.

Ten meters away from him, an off-road vehicle followed with difficulty, and Chu Miaozhen, who was sitting in the cab, had a look of anger on her face, and her eyes were even more unkind, staring at Zheng Shaoqiu deadly, eager to cut off two pieces of meat on her.

She knew very well that Zheng Shaoqiu was definitely doing it on purpose.

Speaking of which, she has been following Zheng Shaoqiu for half a month, and this door-to-door son-in-law who is very ordinary and even scornful on the surface has brought her too many shocks and surprises.

She now felt more and more that this man was shrouded in a fog, definitely not as simple as it seemed on the surface, maybe just the tip of the iceberg.

Although she doesn't know much about antiques, she also knows that this industry must take decades to survive in order to achieve something, and like Zheng Shaoqiu, who is only in his twenties, has such superb treasure appreciation skills, it is simply unprecedented, and it is unique in the whole country!

This sentence has also been recognized and approved by Bao Longxing.

Speaking of which, now that she has memorized Zheng Shaoqiu's information, she has no special experience, and she has never dealt with antiques before.

Chu Miao really didn't believe that Zheng Shaoqiu's skills were all learned out of thin air.

Even if his ancestors were prominent, and even had a relationship with the Bullfighting Country, or in other words, he had been in contact with antiques since his mother's womb, it would be absolutely impossible for him to practice such a powerful treasure appreciation skill.

While she was secretly thinking about it, Zheng Shaoqiu in front of her suddenly stopped the car.

Chu Miaozhen's off-road vehicle passed by him, and then he hurriedly stepped on the brakes, but he heard a muffled sound from the parking space, and then felt a tremor in the car.

She glanced in the rearview mirror, her pretty face changed slightly, it was a rear-end collision.

When she opened the car door, she didn't see anyone yet, so she scolded unceremoniously: "Can you drive, can you rear-end it?"

As soon as she said that, she regretted it.