Qin Xiaochuan said with a smile: "Strictly speaking, uncle's headache cannot be regarded as a disease, and medicine cannot be eradicated, it can only play a role in relieving it." After a long time, drug dependence will also occur, which will be even more troublesome. ”

"Isn't it a disease?, then why does it have a splitting headache and kill people?" several people looked at Qin Xiaochuan suspiciously.

"The problem is on my uncle's picture of a girl Wenmei. Qin Xiaochuan pointed to the painting and said.

As soon as these words came out, the three of them were shocked.

Song Yuanzhe frowned and said, "What's wrong with this painting?" Xiao Qin, aren't you joking, isn't it just a painting, how could it be possible for me to get such a strange disease?"

Qin Xiaochuan smiled: "Uncle, do you remember how this painting came about?"

Song Yuanzhe thought for a moment and said: "Five years ago, when I was fiftieth birthday, a close friend knew that I had always liked calligraphy and painting, so he gave me this painting as a birthday gift. I saw that this painting was good, and the girl in the painting was delicate and cute, so she hung it in the hall. ”

"This coincides, didn't my uncle's strange headache start five years ago?" Qin Xiaochuan said with a smile.

Song Yuanzhe couldn't help but be surprised.

And Xue Xiulan was suspicious: "Is this a coincidence?"

Qin Xiaochuan took the painting from Song Yuanzhe's hand, placed it on the table, and said, "There is nothing wrong with the characters in this painting, the problem lies in the inscription in the painting." ”

"What's wrong with the inscription?" Song Yuanzhe was even more confused, and read softly: "Kick off the swing, get up and straighten your hands." Lunon flowers are thin, thin sweat and light clothes. Seeing the guests entering, the socks slipped through the golden hairpins. and ashamed to go, leaning on the door and looking back, but sniffing the green plums. This was written by the female lyricist Li Qingzhao in the Song Dynasty. ”

Qin Xiaochuan waved his hand and said: "There is no problem with the meaning of the word, the key is the person who wrote the inscription." This person uses pen and ink to hide the evil spirit between the lines. Uncle's headache and Brother Song's bad luck were caused by it. ”

As soon as Qin Xiaochuan's words came out, except for Song Siming, Song Yuanzhe and his wife were all taken aback.

"Evil spirit...... This is a superstitious statement. What's more, this painting was given to me by a close friend of mine, how could he harm me?" Song Yuanzhe had never believed in those strange words, and categorically rejected Qin Xiaochuan's statement.

And Xue Xiulan pushed him and said, "Old man, don't be anxious, listen to Xiao Qin, some things are still more trustworthy." ”

Song Siming also said on the side: "Yes, Dad, listen to Xiaochuan." ”

Qin Xiaochuan continued: "Traditional Chinese medicine says that the inside and outside of a person are composed of three parts: essence, qi, and spirit, and if a person's essence and spirit have a problem, then he will be sick. Evil qi is to destroy the essence and spirit of the human body. It's actually tangible. For example, when we go into graves, hospitals, garbage dumps, crematorias, we feel very gloomy, and this is the evil spirit. ”

Song Yuanzhe was taken aback, and his heart was vaguely loosened, Song Siming has been unlucky in the past few years, he knows this,

And he also knew about the car accident the day before yesterday, but because he never believed in gods and ghosts, he didn't associate these things.

Recalling what Qin Xiaochuan said, he had a creepy feeling in his heart, his illness, along with Song Siming's luck, was all due to the influence of this painting?

Hearing Qin Xiaochuan say this, Xue Xiulan felt a chill rush down her back, and she said with some fear: "Yuan Zhe, or this painting will be lost." ”

Song Yuanzhe was stunned, but his temperament was extremely reluctant, and he said resolutely: "I am a lifelong friend with Old Man Xiao, how can he harm me?"

Qin Xiaochuan was taken aback and asked, "Uncle, this painting was given to you by Old Man Xiao Jingteng?"

"Yes, that's him. Song Yuanzhe nodded affirmatively, and then said in surprise: "Xiao Qin, do you know Old Man Xiao?"

"I guess I know. Qin Xiaochuan nodded, looked at the payment of the painting, and said in a deep voice: "Uncle, this painting doesn't seem to be made by Old Man Xiao, why don't you ask him about the origin of this painting?"

Song Yuanzhe groaned for a while, stepped aside, and made a call with his mobile phone.

Xue Xiulan stared at Qin Xiaochuan and said thoughtfully: "Xiao Qin, I think you are a little similar to Old Man Xiao." Siming, don't you think?"

Song Siming glanced at Qin Xiaochuan seriously, and suddenly said, "It's really true." Xiaochuan, you and Qinqin are really brother and sister!"

At dinner that day, he heard Xiao Qinqin calling Qin Xiaochuan one brother after another, and he didn't care, thinking that this was an intimate title for young boys and girls in Korean dramas.

Qin Xiaochuan hurriedly waved his hand and said, "I have nothing to do with the Xiao family. ”

"Oh. Song Siming smiled and didn't continue to ask.

Ten minutes later, Song Yuanzhe walked over, looked at Qin Xiaochuan and said, "Old man Xiao said that this was given to him by his in-laws, the old man of the Tang family, and he had no interest in calligraphy and painting, so he gave it to me." ”

Qin Xiaochuan already knew very well that it was Tang Yuanmou's ghost behind his back.

But how could Tang Yuanmou be Xiao Jingteng's in-laws? Could it be that Tang Qinghong is Tang Yuanmou's daughter?

Qin Xiaochuan frowned, thinking that only this idea was the most reasonable.

"Xiaochuan, what now?" Song Siming asked.

Qin Xiaochuan didn't answer, and said in a deep voice, "Uncle, what else did Old Man Xiao say?"

"No more. I asked about the origin of the painting. Song Yuanzhe said.

Qin Xiaochuan nodded, it seems that Xiao Jingteng is still quite cautious, and he did not tell Song Yuanzhe about Tang Yuanmou's framing of the Xiao family.

Qin Xiaochuan said with a smile: "The most direct way is to just lose this painting." ”

"Yes, lose it, there is a bad smell on this painting, and it is unlucky to stay at home. Xue Xiulan said.

Song Yuanzhe waved his hand and said categorically: "Even if it was given by the old man of the Tang family, I still don't believe in any evil spirits." ”

This old man is really stubborn. Qin Xiaochuan shook his head helplessly, and could only find another way to persuade Song Yuanzhe.

"Dad, Xiaochuan is a feng shui master, he won't talk nonsense. Song Siming persuaded.

"Say no more, I've made up my mind. Song Yuanzhe said a little angrily. The first is that he doesn't believe that there is any evil spirit in this world, and the second is that he really likes this painting so much that he is reluctant to lose it.

"Ogawa, you have to find a way to convince my father. Song Siming said in a low voice.

Qin Xiaochuan nodded, suddenly had a plan, and said with a smile: "Uncle, you have a grandson named Huzi." ”

"How do you know?" Song Yuanzhe was stunned for a moment, and suddenly said sharply: "Siming, did you tell him?"

"Dad, I didn't say anything. Song Siming hurriedly shook his head in denial, then looked at Qin Xiaochuan and said, "Xiaochuan, do you know Huzi?"

Qin Xiaochuan said with a smile: "I not only know Huzi, but also his mother Lu Xueying. ”

Xue Xiulan was pleasantly surprised: "Really, Xiao Qin, where are the two of them now?"

Song Yuanzhe suddenly grabbed Qin Xiaochuan's arm and shouted, "Tell me quickly, where are they? Have you hurt them?"

Qin Xiaochuan smiled bitterly and said, "Uncle, you let go." I have a good relationship with them, how could I hurt them?"

Song Siming hurriedly took Song Yuanzhe's hand and persuaded, "Dad, Xiaochuan is my brother. Can you let go of your hands first?"

Song Yuanzhe slowly let go of Qin Xiaochuan's arm and said in a deep voice, "Where are they?"

This old man's hands are not light.

Qin Xiaochuan rubbed his arm and said with a smile: "Uncle, I can't tell their current address. But I can tell you that they are safe now. ”

"My poor grandson, grandma misses you so much......" Xue Xiulan suddenly sobbed.

Song Yuanzhe said in a deep voice: "Why?"

Qin Xiaochuan said: "This is Sister Xue Ying's decision, I can't reveal any news about her." ”

Song Yuanzhe snorted coldly: "Who knows if what you said is true?"

"You wait. Qin Xiaochuan walked outside the lobby and made a call on his mobile phone.

"Xiaochuan!" Lu Xueying's surprised voice came from the phone, "Are you coming back?"

"Sister, I miss you, send me a photo of you and Huzi. Qin Xiaochuan said with a look on his face.

Lu Xueying said coquettishly: "If you want me to come back, what photos do you send?"

"I want to come back too, but I'm too busy these days. ”

"Okay, then you can send me a picture too, I miss you too. ”

After hanging up the phone, Qin Xiaochuan immediately took a photo and sent it to Lu Xueying on WeChat. At the same time, he also received a photo from Lu Xueying.

Just when Qin Xiaochuan turned around and wanted to leave, > came

Lu Xueying: "Are you in the Song family?"

Qin Xiaochuan looked at the photos he had sent over, and immediately smiled bitterly. The photo he took just now had the Song family's compound in the background, no wonder Lu Xueying recognized it at a glance.

"Yes. The old man and grandmother of the Song family miss you and Huzi. Do you want me to give them your address?"

"Not yet. Say hello to them on my behalf. ”

Qin Xiaochuan walked into the lobby again, handed the mobile phone to Song Yuanzhe, and said with a smile: "Uncle, take a look." ”

Xue Xiulan and Song Siming immediately surrounded them.

"Dad, it's really a tiger and a sister-in-law!"

"Woo...... My grandson ......"

Song Yuanzhe stared at the photo for a long time, and two lines of tears had already slipped down his cheeks.

Qin Xiaochuan smiled: "Uncle, you believe me this time." ”

Song Yuanzhe nodded, returned the phone to Qin Xiaochuan, and muttered, "What do you mean by telling me?"

Qin Xiaochuan said: "It's very simple, I just want to tell you that I have no hostility towards the Song family, you can trust me." ”

Song Yuanzhe finally nodded, looked at the picture of "Girl Wenmei", and said in amazement: "It's a pity to lose this painting." ”

Qin Xiaochuan said with a smile: "Uncle can keep it if he wants to, I can just think of a way." ”

Song Yuanzhe said happily: "What can you do?"

Qin Xiaochuan said: "I'll write you a piece of calligraphy and hang it side by side in the lobby with that painting, so that you can calm the evil spirit." ”

Song Yuan Zheqi said: "Aren't you a doctor?

Qin Xiaochuan smiled but did not speak.

"Dad, Xiao Chuan is a feng shui master, and it was thanks to him that he gave me this pendant that I was safe and sound in the car accident the day before yesterday. Song Siming said, taking out the pendant whose aura had been exhausted.

Seeing the ordinary pendant that was almost shattered, Song Yuanzhe finally believed Qin Xiaochuan and said with a smile: "Siming, go get the four treasures of the study." ”

Song Siming nodded, got up and went to get pen and ink.