The pond side of the small courtyard of "Lingwei Painting Garden" has a slight autumn mood. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The knotweed flowers and reed leaves on the edge of the pond, and the green wattle in the pond are also shaking and falling, as if there is a state of reminiscing about the old people.

Wu Erhong followed Sun Lingwei to the Lingwei Painting Garden early, pestering Sun Lingwei to learn to draw characters.

Sun Lingwei combed a "willow wind blowing swallowtail" very appropriately. That is, the two sideburns are used to cover the cheeks, and the sideburns are followed by double locks of hair, which is a low-hanging swallowtail.

A goose hairpin with gold dots and emerald inlaid treasure beads, inserted in the sideburns, the cloud mustache is half-unloaded like a crow's wings flying lazily, it seems, it seems to be a bit of a "falling flower man independent" taste.

But the fruit-green gauze jacket on her body, embroidered with five-colored flowers, sandwiched with various colors of butterflies, as if spring has returned.

The placket of the gauze jacket is azure with wide piping, and a peach plain yarn with three blue buckles is tied underneath.

Sun Lingwei's gorgeous clothes and natural beauty form a strong contrast in this slightly bleak autumn. Even more people have to notice her.

Sun Lingwei glanced out with a pair of eyes. I saw that the leaves on the acacia tree by the pond suddenly fell one by one.

Ah, it's really autumn.

Thinking of his pending marriage for a while, Sun Lingwei was in a complicated mood, and couldn't help but put down the paintbrush and sang a song in a low voice: The autumn wind in the pond was cold overnight, blowing away the red jade shadow of the lotus. The knotweed water chestnut leaves are not worried, and the heavy frost presses the stalk again.

"Good poetry, good poetry! It's just my sister, why is it so sad? Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind him.

"Brother Junki, are you here?"

Sun Lingwei looked at it, Zhu Zhanji's face was happy, she suddenly realized what a happy event was, and couldn't help but bow her head sensitively.

"Sister, the most gentle thing is that when you bow your head, just like the water lilies in this pond." Zhu Zhanji suddenly lowered his voice, and his eyes were full of affection.

"Brother Zhanji is talking nonsense, where did you see the water lily looking back?" Sun Ling said with slight disgust.

Zhu Zhanji couldn't help but gently hugged Sun Lingwei into his arms. "Sister, our marriage has come to an end."

Zhu Zhanji looked at the micro sister in his arms tenderly, and imprinted a deep kiss on her forehead.

"Sister Wei, the imperial grandfather spoke, he personally promised in front of my grandmother, Mrs. Peng Chengbo and the Manchu Dynasty, that as long as I finish the cholera epidemic prevention and control work in Annam, the imperial grandfather will propose marriage for us." Zhu Zhanji said with great interest.

"Oh, really, that Erhong sister must prepare an interesting gift for us."

Sun Ling glanced at Zhu Zhanji with shyness and disgust, and suddenly lowered his eyes, and his eyes drifted to Wu Erhong, who was seriously sketching something under the acacia tree.

Zhu Zhanji didn't expect Erhong to be here at all, so he sneered a little shyly: "Sister Hong'er is also here, when did my sister fall in love with painting?" ”

"What? Can't I draw? Doesn't the imperial grandson welcome me? Am I getting in someone's way? ”

Erhong came to "Ling Wei Painting Garden", of course, he didn't really come to learn to paint.

She knew in her heart that Zhu Zhanji was now full of Sun Lingwei in his heart and eyes, as if he had been lowered, sticking to Sun Lingwei all day.

If you want to find Zhu Zhanji, naturally you can only come to Sun Lingwei.

"What did my sister say? I see my sister's painting skills are very good. Zhu Zhanji listened to Erhong's ridicule, so he quickly changed the topic.

Although he was praising Erhong's paintings, he didn't even notice anything about Erhong's paintings.

Of course, Erhong noticed that Zhu Zhanji's heart was absent-minded, and she asked reluctantly: "Brother Zhanji's painting looks at me, what's so good?" ”

Zhu Zhanji was a little embarrassed, and then he saw that Erhong's paintings were very strange, and the paintings were some people who looked like devils, with deep sunken eyes, dry and wrinkled skin, and a boat-shaped abdomen, so thin that they felt like ghosts in the Yama Palace.

"Sister, what is this drawing? I don't understand. ”

"Hmph, I also praise other people's superb painting skills, and I don't even know what I paint." Erhong pouted, but ignored him.

"Good sister, just tell my brother." Zhu Zhanji began to play tricks.

At this time, Sun Lingwei on the side also followed to help, "Hong'er, they all say that you are eccentric, why are you so incomprehensible even to paint?" ”

"Brother Zhanji, didn't the emperor order you to study the cholera disease in Annan? As far as I know, the doctors at the Tai Hospital wanted to get a few cholera patients in Annam to conduct research, but Master Liu Chun was afraid that cholera would be epidemic in Nanjing, so he ordered the doctors to make a cholera model. But the doctors have not seen cholera patients with their own eyes, so where can they cure the cholera model? ”

"Ah, so you painted a cholera patient? Oh my God, when you get cholera, people become like this? ”

Zhu Zhanji and Sun Lingwei looked at the strange-shaped crowd on Erhong's painting again, and they both had a chilling feeling.

Especially Sun Lingwei, who has long lost his face. Zhu Zhanji hurriedly comforted her softly: "Sister, don't be afraid, this disease is far away from us, and it will not be transmitted to Nanjing." ”

"Really? Brother Junji, I'm so scared. "Sun Lingwei's eyes are like frightened deer, I really feel sorry for me.

Erhong knew that next, the two of them were going to turn on the show of affection mode again, so they hurriedly said seriously:

"The emperor's grandson's words are wrong. Although this cholera is far away, it spreads very violently, it can be transmitted between humans and birds, and the epidemic is transmitted through food and water. ”

Seeing Zhu Zhanji's incredulous expression, Er Hong continued: "Suppose there is a sick bird, and the droplets with bacteria emitted can also cause infection after being inhaled by healthy birds. ”

"What is a 'germ'?" Sun Lingwei, who was also listening attentively on the side, suddenly interjected and asked.

"This bacterium is .......," Erhong regretted that he was a little quick.

How to explain the biological term "bacteria" to this group of Ming Dynasty people?

"Well, bacteria are actually the cause."

Erhong explained vaguely, and continued to give the two of them a science about the cholera condition:

"The contact between all kinds of birds and pheasants, especially sparrows, often go to the farmers' chicken coops to eat, and it is easy to bring diseases to the poultry. If the excrement and secretions of sick chickens contaminate the soil, feed, water, tools, and houses, they will become the source of infection and infect humans. Therefore, cholera is often transmitted to each other before you know it, and the disease can occur all year round, with more frequent occurrences in spring and autumn. ”

Zhu Zhanji and Sun Lingwei were shocked when they heard Erhong's endless tirade, "It's autumn, the peak season for the outbreak of the epidemic." ”

"yes, that's why cholera is so rampant." Erhong said calmly.

"Sister Hong'er, how do you know so much in your head?" Zhu Zhanji sincerely felt admiration and curiosity.

(Dear friends, at this time the author reminds me of a book: Love in the Time of Cholera.) Raised hands that have been seen. Thank you for your support. In the past few days, my book is being grandly recommended on the red book list of the wireless channel of the starting point girls' network, please vote for a large number of people. ）