"Brother Zhong, you accept it first, no matter how well Xiaobin's illness is cured or not, this small gift can be regarded as my Qin someone's thank you. ”

Zhong Yue looked at the stack of fragments of the Lingfei Sutra in a plastic sealed bag in the box, and sighed, he couldn't bear this set the most.

This Qin Hai first saluted, he was reluctant to take out the fragment of the Lingfei Sutra before, which made his heart itch, but now he suddenly became generous again, and gave it to him directly, and now he refused, he may not have such a good opportunity in the future.

Zhong Yue touched the plastic bag lightly, looking at the familiar Xiaokai on the surface, no one was more familiar with the true face of this fragment of the "Lingfei Sutra" than him. In other words, in this world, the only person who can be the same as the original in terms of paper, typesetting, ink color and penmanship is the one who may have the authentic handwriting.

"Brother Zhong must not have any difficulty in identifying calligraphy, if you are still not sure, you may take out the fragment of the Lingfei Sutra that Brother Zhong got in Ganzhou and compare it to see if it is mine or the one in Brother Zhong's hand. ”

Zhong Yue put the fragment back into the box and said, "The fragment of the "Lingfei Sutra" is really not hidden, I wrote it, so there is no need to compare it, and Qin Lao, you are undoubtedly genuine." Thinking about it, the whole copy of "Lingfei Sutra" obtained by Dong Qichang back then fell into the hands of others in Shanghai, which led to the division of things. ”

"In addition to the one in my hand, there is also the forty-three books in the Dadu Museum, and there is still a part of it, and I don't know who is in the hands of it now. ”

Zhong Yue didn't answer, in whose hands, it must be in his hands, otherwise why would he come to visit so thoughtfully.

"I can't ask for this volume of "Lingfei Sutra" first, whether it can be cured depends on fate. Zhong Yue returned the box to Qin Hai, this thing is taken now, it will not be cured when the time comes, but it is his own, he is not a doctor after all, how can he take such a business, he can only say that he will try.

"What do you mean?"

Zhong Yue smiled: "You wait outside first, I'll go in and see him." ”

"Eh, Brother Zhong, Xiaobin ......"

"Old Qin, if you think I can be trusted, just call me Zhong Yue, as for your precious son Xiaobin, how long do you want to keep him in this glass safe room?"

Qin Hai hesitated for a moment, looking at Zhong Yue holding the doorknob, waiting for his permission.

"Then please, Zhong Yue. Qin Hai can only pin his hopes on Zhong Yue now.

……

……

Zhong Yue opened the door.

Because the room was very quiet, and Qin Bin was very sensitive to sound, he immediately turned his head, saw Zhong Yue's unfamiliar face, and immediately shouted: "Who are you?

Zhong Yue paced back and forth in the room as if he hadn't heard Qin Bin's roar. "It's very spacious, living alone in this big house, the lighting is good, you don't have to worry about food and clothing, the little master of the Qin family, life is really enviable. ”

"Envy? Are you mocking me? I'm like this, does Qin Hai still have the face to bring someone to mock me?"

Seeing Qin Bin's emotional appearance, Zhong Yue clasped his hands, examined it, and said, "You hate him very much?"

"He's killed my mom and made me look like this, what's the matter? Hmm? You're not a good thing with him, get out of here." While I haven't completely hated you. Qin Bin clenched his fists, looking like he was bearing the burden of humiliation.

Zhong Yue felt a little puzzled, and sat on the sofa, "You said that he killed your mother, to be specific, if that's the case, I'll call the police for you when I go out." ”

Qin Bin's eyes swept over and stared at Zhong Yue, "My mother was depressed because of Qin Hai, and then she jumped Lou Ou with me, I fell into my mother's arms, and I saw her die with my own eyes, you say, did he kill my mother?"

"Then Qin Hai, does he know?"

Qin Bin said angrily: "Shouldn't he know? At that time, he left our mother and son at home, but he, he was in Jingbei, in order to collect his favorite antiques, he went for a month, and he didn't even answer my mother's phone! He is not worthy of being my father!"

Zhong Yue said: "It's really a pity. ”

"Are you a psychiatrist? Let's go, I'm not mentally ill, I just hate him, I don't have any psychological problems except hating him. ”

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "So have you made any practical moves against this hatred? For example, a hunger strike or something?"

Qin Bin stared at Ji Yue and clenched his fists, "My mother fell downstairs, and during the time she was sober, the only thing she said to me was that if I could live, let me live." So I won't die so easily, I live like this, it is the biggest guilt and indelible pain in Qin Hai's heart. ”

"Don't you want to stand up and kick him?"

"What did you say?"

"I say, don't you have the desire to stand up and kick him?"

Qin Bin stared at Zhong Yue, and finally lowered his head, "I can't ......"

"If you want, I can try it for you. ”

"You're saying you can heal my leg?" Although he hated Qin Hai, as a normal person, of course he hoped that he could stand up and walk.

Zhong Yue nodded.

Qin Bin immediately said vigilantly: "Don't think about it, so that I can forgive him." ”

"I don't care if you forgive him or not, I just ask you, do you want to or don't you want to?"

Qin Bin raised his head and said, "He took me to a foreign country for treatment, but if it can't be cured, all methods have been used." ”

"I see you have a lot of books on calligraphy here, how about learning calligraphy from me?"

"Isn't learning calligraphy a cure?"

Zhong Yue smiled: "If I say that learning calligraphy can make you stand up, will you learn it?"

"Learn. But I hope you're not lying to me. ”

Zhong Yue said with a smile: "Okay, every Wednesday and Saturday afternoon, I will come over to teach you, the time is set for the time being, as for the rest, you don't have to prepare anything." ”

"I hope you don't lie to me. ”

Zhong Yue chuckled and said, "Even if I lie to you, at most, it will make you hate someone more." ”

Syllable.

When Zhong Yue walked out of the room, he closed the door.

Qin Hai had actually been listening attentively outside, pulling Zhong Yue into the distance, frowning and asking, "Zhong Yue, is this really ...... Okay?"

"It's curative, I'll take your consultation fee again. Zhong Yue stroked Ling Feijing, "Now, send me down." ”

"Xiaobin's legs, please leave it to you. ”

Zhong Yue shook his head, "I just taught him calligraphy." ”

Qin Hai frowned and was silent for a moment, "Then I'll send you down." ”