Zhao Xuan sighed:

"Is it because I'm sick?"

The girl shook her head, an indescribable expression on her face, as if there was resentment, but more like nostalgia.

"It's been a long time coming, I've almost forgotten it." It can be seen that she has something on her mind, but she doesn't want to talk about it.

Since she doesn't want to say it, then forget it, it is not Zhao Xuan's style to be a strongman.

Zhao Xuan looked at the girl's legs:

"Have you seen your legs?"

The girl nodded:

"I've seen it, and I've spent a lot of money, but it's still not cured."

Zhao Xuan frowned:

"What did the doctor say?"

Girl smiles:

"Muscle nerve atrophy, vascular circulatory necrosis, the whole leg is not able to exert strength at all, until it is impossible to walk."

Zhao Xuan sighed:

"That's really bad news."

The girl finally smiled, the first time he had ever seen her smile.

"You're funny! Is it good news, not bad news? ”

Looking at the girl in front of him carefully, Zhao Xuan felt that if she hadn't been connected to that scar, she would definitely be regarded as an eighty-five-point beauty, her figure was wrapped in a padded jacket, and she couldn't see it at all, just from her height, skin, and hair, she was completely upgrade.

She has black and bright hair, clear and bright eyes, a straight nose, pink cherry lips, and white and smooth skin.

But unfortunately, the scar that ran through her right eye and cheek added a touch of color to her originally delicate face, making her look plummet below the passing line.

But even though the scar was on the side of her smile, she still looked good when she smiled.

Zhao Xuan said slowly:

"Isn't there a good treatment for it? You are such a person, your legs are inconvenient, and the floors are so high, how do you live? ”

The girl smiled and shook her head:

"I can't cure this leg, but it doesn't matter, I've survived five years, and I can still live the days in the future."

Zhao Xuan frowned:

"How do you settle your income? What should I do if I eat later? "Although this question is a bit cheesy, but it hits the nail on the head, the girl's home is not even heated, her body is so thin, but she can only wear a jacket in this room, her living environment is so poor, life is really difficult.

The girl smiled faintly:

"I write something to make money, so I can take care of my own life."

Zhao Xuan looked at the girl in surprise:

"Yo, I'm still a writer, I'm pretty good! Can you please show me your article? There was absolutely no disdain in his smile, on the contrary, a warm appreciation.

The girl's pink face was slightly red, she really couldn't refuse the boy's request, not to mention that his request was not too much, and gave Zhao Xuan the book next to the qin.

"There's one."

Zhao Xuan took the magazine, it was a green cover of "Yilin", opened the catalog, and saw that there were three horizontal lines drawn on the catalog, and the names of the articles were different, but the author's signature was the same name - Orange Xuexuan.

"Orange Xuexuan? Is it your pen name? ”

The girl nodded:

"It's my pen name, but my real name is also Cheng Xuexuan, but it's Cheng Cheng."

Zhao Xuan nodded:

"That's a nice name."

The girl's face flushed, she had been praised by Zhao Xuan many times today, and no one had ever praised her like this, as if she was full of advantages.

Zhao Xuan gently opened the book in his hand and found one of the articles called "Father".

“…… Sometimes I wonder if my sound will reach heaven, and I wish my father could hear my sound and hear my thoughts about him...... The reservoir behind the hill is really beautiful, the water there has a kind of clear and transparent jasper-like brilliance, standing on the shore and facing the cool mist...... It will make people gradually intoxicated...... It was a simple beauty that I longed for...... Father, did you see that? The daughter is alive and well and is alive and strong...... You don't have to worry about ......."

Zhao Xuan finished reading the article and quietly closed the book:

"You've written so well."

The girl said shyly:

"Why, don't praise me."

Zhao Xuan shook his head:

"I'm telling you the truth, your articles have a kind of pure beauty, I like to read books, I like to soak in the library, but for several years, I have never seen an article that makes my heart move."

Zhao Xuan praised it as real, so it was impossible to refuse.

The girl smiled slightly:

"Since you like my article, I'll give it to you."

Zhao Xuan did not refuse, accepting the book was the greatest comfort to her.

"Thank you, it's late, it's time for me to go."

"Wait." The girl stopped Zhao Xuan, "You know my name, but I don't know your name yet." ”

Zhao Xuan smiled:

"My name is Zhao Xuan."

Back in his room, Zhao Xuan walked to the balcony, quietly flipped through the "Yilin" in his hand, read the articles on it, and smiled from time to time.

Orange Xuexuan is the name of a flower, Zhao Xuan is knowledgeable, and this flower represents purity and strength, this pen name is really good. But what sounds better than her pen name is her piano sound.

Maybe the life of going to eat a little food every day, basking in the sun, and pressing the road is already boring for ordinary people, or even boring, and some people like to stay at home all year round because they are too lazy. But these things that ordinary people can easily do are so difficult for Cheng Xuexuan, she lives so hard, but she lives so strong! It seems that she has not given up at all in her emotions, and she doesn't know what it is to give up! Even though her family is surrounded by walls, she does not have the slightest frustration on her face, and the only thing she has may be only the memory and sadness of the past.

Zhao Xuan could feel that she had completely let go of her obsession with her legs, so when she asked her, she only curled her calves slightly, and her demeanor was still generous and natural.

Zhao Xuan suddenly remembered a sentence: When you encounter something, if you like it, then enjoy it; If you don't like it, then avoid it; If you can't avoid it, then change it; If you can't change it, then accept it; If you can't accept it, then deal with it; It's hard to handle, then just put it down.

Zhao Xuan's face seemed to appear in front of her eyes, her appearance was not beautiful, but Zhao Xuan fell in love with her, this kind of liking was not the kind of love that loved, but the kind of like that wanted to protect her.

This kind of feeling is very strange, Zhao Xuan doesn't want to have it, but since he has this kind of love in his heart, he doesn't want to drive it away......

Gradually, she played the sound of the piano, and the music seemed to come to life, and she was painting a beautiful picture, like a murmuring stream, quietly, slowly, flowing down from the mountains, gradually dripping onto the stones, and then merging with other streams to form a stream, and finally a small river...... A remnant sun spreads in the water, half of the river is sorrowful and half of the river is red...... The afterglow of the past illuminates the golden light of the river...... Small boats, fishing people's ...... Reeds ...... Little Stone Bridge......

Scenes flashed in front of Zhao Xuan's eyes, what a beautiful picture, what a quiet picture.

Music can reflect a person's character, Cheng Xuexuan's heart must be quiet, and she also yearns for quiet.

The Qinyin Peak turns around, the bright moon hangs high, the clear moonlight falls, all the sounds are silent, the whole river is calm, and the lights of thousands of homes are ......

Zhao Xuan closed his eyes, and the book covered his chest, accompanied by the quiet music, and gradually fell asleep......

In the early morning of the next day, Zhao Xuan sat up from the rocking chair early in the morning.

He walked downstairs in civilian clothes, came to the place of the small stream in the far side of the field, and began to practice.

Half an hour later, Zhao Xuan opened his eyes and looked at his palm.

He suddenly thought of one thing, if this thing was feasible, maybe Cheng Xuexuan's illness would be cured!

Didn't they all say in the novel that true qi can heal wounds, and now that he has true qi, can he use it to treat Cheng Xuexuan? If you could, wouldn't you have the best of both worlds? I learned a new skill, and Cheng Xuexuan's illness was also cured?

In fact, to be honest, Zhao Xuan has three or four million on hand, if Cheng Xuexuan's illness can be treated with modern medical treatment, if it can be cured, Zhao Xuan will not mind spending this money to treat her, anyway, the money is easy to come by, and Zhao Xuan doesn't care. The key is that Cheng Xuexuan said that her illness could not be cured, could she still drag her to the hospital to see a doctor?

Although in Zhao Xuan's opinion, it is mostly possible that she has no money to go to the doctor.

Quietly feeling the flow of true qi in his body, Zhao Xuan tried to take the initiative to use his mind to control the true qi to gather in the palm of his hand for the first time, the first time, failed, the second time, failed, the third time, Zhao Xuan's forehead was already sweating, and he still failed!

Hundreds of tests were conducted in the morning, and none of them were successful.

Zhao Xuan was a little frustrated.

He doesn't like to explore things, but that's just because he doesn't really want to explore. When he looks, if he really wants to understand something, it is quite persistent, especially when this matter is very important, as evidenced by his tenacity when he learned the flute in the first place.

Finally, after many experiments, Zhao Xuan's palms finally gathered a ball of true qi, although he couldn't see it, he could feel it.

His palms were hot, and there seemed to be hope there!

Zhao Xuan gently pressed the true qi to his arm, and suddenly, a tearing sharp pain came, and the skin touched by the true qi appeared red and swollen, fortunately, the true qi was his own, and it was quickly absorbed after sneaking into the body, if it was someone else's, he had to fight in his own body.

His true qi is only aggressive, and if he wants to have the legendary healing effect, he doesn't know how long he will have to study it, but he can study it all the time and study it slowly, but Cheng Xuexuan's illness has been several years, do you have to delay it any longer?

Zhao Xuan frowned.

After the morning exercise, Zhao Xuan returned to the house, he still had to continue to study the application nature of the true qi, he didn't believe that his Xiaoxiang true qi only had the characteristics of attack, because he could feel it, Xiaoxiang true qi had more of a soft nature like water and clouds, just ask, how could such a true qi be just a pure hurtful nature of true qi?

Just as Zhao Xuan kept repeating the experiment, the phone rang.

Zhao Xuan picked up the phone, saw the number on the phone, and was slightly puzzled:

"Hey, Kaoru?"

Xiao Xun'er's laughter came from the other end of the phone:

"It's me."

Zhao Xuan asked:

"What's the matter? Didn't you go to work today? ”

Xiao Xun'er explained:

"I'm on leave, I'm not going to work anymore, trouble, my feet hurt."

Zhao Xuan smiled dumbly:

"It's not impossible to take a taxi, okay, since you've already asked for leave, forget it, what's the matter with me?"

Xiao Xun'er suddenly became distracted:

"This ......"