Die'er replied: "Miss Tang understands medical skills, she wrote a prescription for the slave maid, and asked the slave maid to prescribe a pair of medicine for her, and after she smelled it, she was as energetic as no one." ”

Shang Yuyue's hand that was drawing her eyebrows shook, like a long stroke of the curved moon's eyebrows.

"Ah, miss, the painting is over." Qin'er exclaimed, and hurriedly took the handkerchief and scrubbed it for Shang Yuyue, and after it was clean, she took the eyebrow pencil and traced it for her.

Shang Yuyue lowered her eyes, and she couldn't see the look in her eyes clearly, but her hands were tightly intertwined, hiding the doubt in her heart.

In her previous life, she didn't know anything about medical skills! Not to mention prescribing your own medicine?

Why does "self" in this life understand medical skills?

Shang Yuyue suddenly had a ridiculous conjecture, could it be ...... Today's Tang Ning is not the self in the previous life? Instead, she was reborn by a lonely soul like her?

Now she is a business month, is Tang Ning now a business month?

No, when she saw Tang Ning yesterday, her eyes were extremely unfamiliar, and there was no trace of abnormality.

So, who is Tang Ning today?

Taking a deep breath, Shang Yueyue instructed Qin'er: "Today, let's go to Queqiao Street, and I heard from my father that our fan shop has newly entered a lot of fans from the Western Regions. ”

Die'er was happy with Qin'er, hurriedly thanked her, and actively cleaned up and dressed up for Shang Yuyue, and guarded her to sit in a soft sedan chair, and the group arrived at Queqiao Street half an hour later.

Queqiao Street is not too lively during the day, there are not many pedestrians on the street, and the occasional shouting is particularly loud.

The merchant in the sedan chair is particularly complicated.

She has been familiar with the streets here for 17 years, and she remembers every vendor and shop very well.

"Mr. Tang, come on, come on, this is a bun that has just come out of the cage, you can taste it. That boy from my family has written again, and I beg you to read it to me. ”

Mr. Tang?

Shang Yuyue's body suddenly stiffened.

"Brother Yang, you are too polite, believe me to read it to you, and the buns will not be necessary."

The voice......

"Stop the car!"

Shang Yuyue's eyes were red and swollen, and tears fell at some point.

"What's wrong with Miss?"

The moment Qin'er opened the sedan curtain, Shang Yuyue had already wiped away her tears, and at this moment she raised her eyes and saw a middle-aged man about forty years old standing next to a stall selling steamed buns, holding a letter in his hand, reading word by word in his mouth.

This person, this voice, she is all too familiar.

"Daddy......"

A murmur that couldn't be lower, accompanied by hot tears.

As if he was aware of it, the middle-aged man looked up and saw her crying, obviously a little stunned.

Shang Yuyue hurriedly wiped away her tears and smiled softly at the middle-aged man.

That smile is extremely gentle, extremely admiring, and extremely reluctant.

The middle-aged man nodded, smiled back, and then looked at the letter in his hand again.

Shang Yuyue's eyes darkened, and she looked at the middle-aged man.

A middle-aged man, named Tang Yuan, has the fame of being a talented man and opened a private school.

The place where the private school is located is the poorest bird alley on Queqiao Street.

Qin'er and Die'er didn't know why the young lady sent the sedan chair driver in the house to use, but took them to such a place full of dilapidated thatched houses.

Shang Yuyue was holding a skirt in one hand and a food box in the other, which was full of a box of meat buns, and the two girls behind her were each carrying a food box.

It was after Tang Yuan left, she personally went to the steamed bun stall to buy it, a total of three boxes, if it weren't for the boss who sold the steamed buns, she would have bought more.

Tang Yuan's private school was home to more than a dozen homeless orphans.

Because of Tang Yuan's kind temperament, he didn't confiscate any restraints for the children in the neighborhood to study in the private school, and he only counted a few catties of rice and dozens of eggs, so he had to raise more than a dozen children by himself, so you can imagine how difficult it was.

She knows how luxurious it is for those children to eat a meat bun.

I remember that in her last life, she did needlework for a month just to let everyone have a meal of meat to eat during the festival, and it was not until she married Chen Shaoyou that the children's conditions slowly improved, at least, there were buns to eat every month.

The old door was already a piece of rotten wood, and behind this rotten wood was the sound of Lang Lang reading.

Push open the door, the sight is a courtyard full of books, the sunny side of the courtyard sits in a row of six or seven-year-old children, all holding the three-character scripture in their hands, shaking their heads and reading, some serious, some naughty, and the middle-aged man holding the ring ruler is smiling with satisfaction, the smile is gentle and kind.

It's Tang Yuan, it's her father.

"Miss." Seeing that Shang Yueyue looked stunned and didn't step forward, Qin'er called her in a whisper.

Shang Yuyue smiled, calmly walked into the courtyard, and gave him a shallow salute in Tang Yuan's surprised gaze, "The little girl has come to visit Mr. ”

Tang Yuan was stunned, "The girl knows Tang?" ”

Shang Yueyue lowered her eyes, hid the tears in her eyes, looked up, she smiled and said: "My father is Shang Jinyan, one day when I passed here, I heard people say that Mr. Tang is talented, and kind, and took in a lot of homeless children, my father was very moved, and wanted to build a larger private school in Niao'er Hutong, I happened to see Mr. in Queqiao Street today, so I found it." ”

Hearing Shang Jinyue's words about building a private school in Niao'er Hutong, Tang Yuan's eyes were bright, and then he saw Shang Yueyue dressed as a rich lady, and instantly believed Shang Yueyue's words, but he was still a little hesitant: "The girl said that Ling Zun is the richest businessman in business?" ”

"Exactly." Seeing Tang Yuan's suspicious look, Shang Yuyue didn't say anything about it anymore, and only instructed the two girls to divide the buns, and then handed the food box in his hand to Tang Yuan, "Sir, there are still some buns here, you keep them." ”

Tang Yuan saw the children cheering and eating the buns, half sad and half distressed, goodbye Shang Yuyue gave him a box alone, he hurriedly refused, "The girl just pours it for the children, you don't have to give it to me." ”

As if guessing that Tang Yuan would refuse, Shang Yuyue was not surprised at all, and only pretended to be unintentional: "I heard from the uncle who sells steamed buns that Mr. likes to drink daughter red, so I brought a pot of good daughter red in the food box by the way." ”

Tang Yuan's hands were stunned, and Shang Yuyue handed the food box into Tang Yuan's hand at the moment he paused.

Tang Yuan looked down at the food box in his hand, slightly embarrassed.

Shang Yuyue looked around, but he didn't see it.

Qin'er and Die'er were puzzled, when they bought steamed buns, they didn't hear the boss say that this Mr. Tang likes to drink his daughter's red, how did the young lady know?

"In this case, thank you girl for your kindness."

Tang Yuan slowly made a move, Shang Yuyue hurriedly avoided this salute, endured the sadness in his heart, and said with a smile: "I heard that you also have a daughter?" ”

"Exactly, the little girl is in the backyard, if the girl is not busy, can she talk to the little girl?" Tang Yuan's face softened, and he was also a little more kind to Shang Yue's invitation.

Shang Yuyue wanted to accompany him more, so he nodded.