Such a simple line of words, in fact, you don't have to scoop a new piece of letter paper to write, but Yan Xingzhi did not write this line of words and the results of the drug check on a piece of paper, which clarifies two problems. First, when Yan Xingzhi wrote the content on the first piece of paper, he didn't think to ask Mo Ye this question; Second, he took another piece of paper, but only wrote a line, which actually expressed his solemn attitude of inquiry.

Strict practice with extraordinary memory; The son of a medical family is strictly practiced; Strict practice of medicine is rigorous, but he has lost the confidence that a person who practices medicine must have - thinking of many scholars who are trapped in loneliness, Mo Ye suddenly had an impulse in his heart, should I sue him, that old man is actually still alive?

But she immediately shook her head to herself.

Even if she knew that Liao Shi was still alive, she didn't know where Liao Shi was now. It is true that the old man is good to himself, but that may be the shadow left by his previous generation, which does not mean that the old man can be kind to others. At this time, Yan Xingzhi was in the midst of frustration, in case the old man was a stinky temper, wouldn't he indirectly give Yan Xingzhi another knife when he introduced the two of them to each other?

And these are not the biggest problems. The most important thing is that once she sues Sù Yan Xingzhi, Liao Shi is the old man in her mouth, which is equivalent to indirectly revealing that she has been lying to him from the beginning. The word 'sincerity' between the two is broken, so nothing can be discussed.

This is really a matter of providence. Moreover, even if Liao Shi comes back now, he can't immediately sue him. If he really decides to help him, he will have to completely get rid of his illness before he can take care again.

After thinking about this in his heart, Mo Ye sighed, took a piece of letter paper, picked up the pen and wrote two words on it.

Although Mo Ye's mind had been shaken a little under the persuasion of Xing Feng, the appearance of Yan Xingzhi and his words made Mo Ye immediately break off that thought. However, the purpose of Mo Yecha's prescription was not to change the prescription in the first place, so now there is no result but the best result. It's just that the true purpose of Mo Yecha's prescription has not been successful at this time, which makes her feel a little disappointed after all.

Suffering from an inexplicable illness and no symptoms so far; You must take a bowl of strange medicine every day, and you can't stop it for five years; Mo Ye, who already has a relatively independent thinking ability, always feels that this matter is too strange. She now desperately wants to understand the reason for this, but this time there is no result, but it only stimulates this 'curiosity' in her heart.

Maybe only a few years later, when she recalls today's events, will she sigh: At that time, she was really carefree and ridiculous. However, only those who have experienced setbacks will realize the sentence "I am kept in the dark, but it will be more painful to know the truth".

With a reply to Yan Xingzhi, Mo Ye stood a few feet away from Lizheng Academy, under a thick ginkgo tree on the side of the street. The tree had been planted by the owner of a woodsmith shop on the street for a few years, but it looked a little unusual among the poplars that were the same color throughout the street.

If it weren't for the fact that the ginkgo tree had grown to a certain crown column, it would be far less effective than ordinary poplars, so few people planted it in front of their homes.

Mo Ye is because he has been checking his own prescription in the past few days, and he has also slightly flipped through the only medicine books in the library of the academy, and only then did he know that this ginkgo tree is different from other trees. Although ginkgo biloba trees grow slowly, they are more resistant to diseases and pests than poplars, and their survival span is much longer than that of ordinary trees. Its leaves and fruits can be used in medicine, and its leaves are often used by the elderly to make tea and drink, which can protect the heart, and is also called "long tree" in the ginkgo tree.

Standing in the shade of the tree, listening to the 'rustle' sound of the ginkgo biloba leaves in the wind, and then comparing the 'rustling' sound of the fat leaves of the poplar tree not far away, Mo Ye had a trace of understanding in his heart. Perhaps people can get inspiration not only from animals, but also from plants and trees. Just this ginkgo tree, the wind swept me lightly, and the years were long and inch-by-step, so that I could always keep it.

Of course, if it is for the sake of elegance, the poplar also has its own pride. Although its lifespan is not as long as that of the ginkgo tree, it can be regarded as an attitude of living by itself in three years, covered by the sun in five years, and towering in ten years.

As soon as her mind reached this point, a ginkgo leaf like a small fan suddenly slowly fell off the branch and fell on the top of Mo Ye's head. Mo Ye's eyes subconsciously moved, glanced upward, and then reached out to remove the small leaf from his head. pinched the petiole and shook it casually, but did not drop it, but sighed: "Mo Ye, Yezi, my father's surname is Ye?" Hey"

Instantly, she scooped the envelope out of her arms. Shake off the letterhead, clip the leaves of the ginkgo tree, and reseal the envelope.

It wasn't long before Xingfeng came, but before he could get closer, he started to scream.

Seeing this, Mo Ye was puzzled: "Brother Xing, you seem to have something urgent in your heart. ”

"I don't know what to do with you." Xing Feng took a breath and continued: "After the winter of this year, Senior Brother Yan will leave the Shanshui Academy. ”

Mo Ye heard this: "Isn't this good? ”

"You don't know, Shanshui Academy originally only promised him to study for a year, and after a year, it will not take him in again." When Xingfeng came here, he suddenly spat at his side, and then said in a somewhat anxious tone: "Alas, I'm getting more and more chaotic!" I thought that he had told me that he would go to another family in a year, but today he suddenly told me that he would go home after leaving the academy in the winter. ”

"Isn't that good?" A smile appeared on Mo Ye's face, and he repeated the sentence he had just said.

Xing Feng thought that Mo Ye did not understand the meaning of his words, and his expression became more and more anxious. After being stunned for a moment, he rubbed his palm on his clothes, and then said, "Don't you think this change of his is a little strange?" ”

"I'm not sure if he's changed a little strangely quickly." Mo Ye stared at Xing Feng's eyes and said seriously: "But it's always good for him to be able to go home, whether it's a physical illness or a mental contusion, his family can have this ability to heal him." ”

When Xing Feng heard this, there was a look on his face that seemed to understand but not understand.

Seeing this, Mo Ye couldn't help but smile and said, "What? Do you think he came home like going back to a wolf's den? ”

"I see." Xing Feng finally understood, and a look of embarrassment appeared on his face. "It's that I'm thinking too much."

"There's a word called 'care is chaos.'" Mo Ye smiled and scooped out the letter from his arms and handed it to Xing Feng. "If you fall into such confusion again, you might as well think about yourself as a passerby."

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During the day, when she was waiting under the tree for the punishment wind, Mo Ye thought of the copy of the prescription again, but this time she set her sights on the booklet of Master Lin Shan. She guessed that since the aunt's copy was copied by the master, would some information be omitted? Maybe it was originally written that she wanted.

It's just that when she thought of the study that would inevitably be locked after her master's departure, she finally gave up the idea of sneaking into the study to steal the book with a soft sigh.

The development of things is not only unpredictable, but sometimes they like to join in the fun. I couldn't do what I wanted to do, and when I gave up, it was automatically delivered to my door.

In the middle of the night, when Mo Ye got up to go to the toilet, he faintly heard the sound of the door creaking open and closing. She pushed open the door and glanced at the hall, and saw the Master's study, which was closest to her, the door was wide open, and the door of the main room was half open.

The door is heavier, so when the wind from outside comes in, the door doesn't shake, and it's the study door that makes a sound.

Mo Ye was slightly frightened, thinking, isn't there a thief in the family? But she quickly calmed down, thinking that in the past few days, Master has often been busy in the middle of the night without sleeping, and it should be like the other day, just going out halfway, so the door is not closed.

Mo Ye stood at the door of her bedroom and looked around for a while, and when she saw that the master had not returned, she was a little uneasy, but she still walked out and closed the door. When she returned to her bedroom, she passed the open door of the study for the second time, and she unconsciously slowed down.

Although she slowed down, she walked through the door, but as she was about to enter her bedroom, she suddenly took a few steps backwards and returned to the door of Lin Shan's study.

The thing that made her eyes shine just now is now more clearly displayed in front of her.

It was a long roll of paper.

Mo Ye originally thought it was a scroll rolled up when he first saw it, but he felt that there was something strange about it. So she turned back again, and after a few more glances, she finally decided that the scroll was too different from an ordinary picture scroll.

First of all, there is no painting on the paper roll, and the paper is clean and white, so it reflects brighter colors than the surrounding things under the little moonlight that shines through the open window outside the window; Secondly, the paper scroll was too long, and Mo Ye had never seen a painting scroll that required such a long paper scroll.

The scroll seemed to have fallen off the table in the wind, and a long piece of paper slipped on the floor until it hit the edge of the wall. But that's it, there is still a roll of white paper the size of a forearm on the table that has not yet rolled apart.

Mo Ye endured it, but he still didn't hold back after all. She walked softly into the study, reached out to hold up the roll of paper, and then looked up in the moonlight, but still found no handwriting. After thinking about it, she scooped out the fire fold that she carried with her, ready to be used in the emergency at night. By the light of the fire, she looked at the white roll of paper again