The cold wind was whistling, Zhang Zhaoyun's thin body was tightly shrunk, his arms crossed and hugging his chest, but he was still firmly grasping a book in his right hand, reading word by word.

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Halfway through the street, he stopped suddenly, scratching his head with his hands, and looked dazed, as if he had forgotten something.

"Hey, what am I doing here?"

Chen Jianchen stood behind and watched, his expression cold...... It is said that the poor must have something to hate, and sure enough. This bookworm usually doesn't go out of the door, but now he rarely runs out, and there must be something urgent to do. But he was good, he walked while reading, reading and reading, and even forgot the purpose of his coming out.

"Oh, I remember, my mother is sick, I'm going out to ask for a doctor!"

The bookworm slapped his thigh and finally remembered.

Hearing this, Chen Jianchen hated Qun Han and slapped him in the face, which was simply ridiculous! As a son of man, his mother fell ill, and he only remembered to study, and almost forgot such an important thing as asking for a doctor, which can no longer be said to be a "fool" but a "demon."

Go crazy.

Chen Jianchen is a filial person, and he is most unaccustomed to doing so.

After thinking about it, Zhang Zhaoyun quickened his pace slightly, came to the door of a pharmacy on the west side of the street, and walked in. But after a while, he was kicked out by a fellow:

"I said Zhang Xianggong, our doctor Yang has been seeing a doctor for your mother several times, and he has not recovered the consultation money and the money for medicine has been accumulated consistently. Our master is a doctor, and he opens a pharmacy, not a good hall. I used to see the old lady pitiful and went to the clinic without hesitation, but I can't be like this all the time. Your family is like this, his family is like this, then why don't we close our doors and drink the northwest wind!"

Zhang Zhaoyun begged with tears in her eyes: "I beg you, go and help my mother take a look, she is trembling and cramping all over, she is dying, human life is at stake, I beg you to be merciful!"

At this time, a doctor about fifty years old came out of the pharmacy and said earnestly: "I know about your mother's illness Zhang Xianggong, but I can't help in vain every time...... As a doctor, it is my duty to save lives and help the wounded, but it is also fair to receive remuneration. Well, it's better to do this, you mortgage the rare copy of the "Commentary on the Twelve Floors of the Book of Deshu" that you have in hand to my store, and I will go to see the old lady, how about it?"

Hearing this, the bookworm hurriedly hugged the scroll in his hand, shook his head like a rattle, and said: "No, no, no, this book was left by my father, and I won't sell it......"

At this point, Chen Jianchen couldn't hold back any longer, strode out, arched his hand, and said: "Doctor, it's important to save people, I have helped him out of the consultation money owed by this Zhang Xianggong." ”

Doctor Yang glanced at Chen Jianchen, and saw that he was tall, extraordinary, and wearing a Confucian shirt, thinking that he was not waiting for an idler, since he was willing to draw a knife to help, Doctor Yang naturally had no words, and immediately went back to get the medicine box and went to Zhang's house to save people.

Someone helped, and Zhang Zhaoyun bowed to Chen Jianchen and said, "Thank you for your righteousness!"

Chen Jianchen sneered in his heart, he didn't want to reply, and a person who would rather choose a book and ignore his mother's life and death had what qualifications he had to talk about "righteousness"? He was not willing to pay for a book, but he always expected others to be righteous and compassionate, and his heart was punishable.

Zhang's family is located in Nanguo, Suzhou, the distance is not far, and it will be about a stick of incense to arrive.

Zhang Zhaoyun invited Chen Jianchen into the house, but there was no tea to greet him, so he could only pour some boiling water, put it in a cup with a missing mouthful, and asked Chen Jianchen to drink.

Chen Jianchen looked around and saw that the pattern of the Zhang family's house was not small, but it was empty, and there was a bit of a sense of "four walls" of "family and disciples".

On the left of the middle hall is where Zhang's mother lives, and on the right is a room belonging to Zhang Zhaoyun's bedroom, the door is tightly fastened, and a word is pasted on the door: "Library".

Zhang Zhaoyun loves books like life, and the place where she sleeps is the library.

Chen Jianchen did not enter Zhang's mother's residence with Dr. Yang, but asked Zhang Zhaoyun: "Brother Zhang, I have heard for a long time that you have a collection of hundreds of thousands of books, and you are full of sweat and cows, I wonder if you can let you enter the room to have a look and open your eyes?"

Zhang Zhaoyun was dumbfounded, didn't think too much, and said: "Of course you can, but most of the books in it are passed down by the ancestors of the ancestors. ”

Chen Jianchen said indifferently: "I just want to go in and take a look." ”

At that moment, Zhang Zhaoyun opened the door and went in with Chen Jianchen.

Book.

Lots of books!

Chen Jianchen can also be regarded as an experienced person, but when he sees the scene in the room, he can't help but be stunned, the room is about 30 square meters, and there are huge bookshelves that are high to the roof against the walls on all sides.

Here, Fuzhi is a mountain of books.

The place where Zhang Zhaoyun sleeps is in the middle of this mountain of books, a small wooden bed, and a low table is placed in front of the bed. And on the table on the bed, there are also a lot of books. Being in the midst of it, it feels difficult to even turn around.

Chen Jianchen's gaze swept over the bookshelf, swept around, and finally settled on the low table.

In addition to the book on the table, there is also a pair of pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and in the middle, there is an antique ancient scroll placed uprightly, but the distance is a little far away, and the name of the ancient scroll is not clear.

That picture of a lady should be sandwiched in this ancient book~~

Chen Jianchen's heart moved, and he said quietly: "Brother Zhang, the doctor is over there to treat the old lady, why don't you go and visit?"

Zhang Zhaoyun said Muran: "Since the doctor is here, it should be fine, I still have a volume of "Spring and Autumn Collection Notes" that I haven't finished reading." ”

Chen Jianchen sighed in his mouth, but he really pinched a nameless fire in his heart...... It was really in vain to be a son of man! Immediately holding back his anger, he asked again: "Zhang Xianggong, I heard that you have a vivid picture of a lady's brocade cloth, which is cut and depicted very realistically and vividly, and it happens to be a favorite of Danqing in Xia, can you take it out for me to observe?"

Hearing this, Zhang Zhaoyun, who didn't understand human feelings, suddenly showed a vigilant look, and hesitated to say: "It's just an ordinary brocade painting, nothing to look at." ”

Chen Jianchen raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Everyone says that Brother Zhang is sincere, but now when I look at it, it may not be." ”

Hearing this, Zhang Zhaoyun's thin face turned red, and he said, "This and that......"

Chen Jianchen sneered: "Don't use this and that, since Brother Zhang is stingy, he won't be reluctant in the future, so I will leave." ”

"Childe, please stay...... Okay, I'll take it out, but you can't touch it with your hands. Hearing this, Chen Jianchen couldn't help but laugh dumbly, looking at Zhang Zhaoyun's serious appearance, it was obvious that he really regarded the picture of the lady as his wife from the heart, and he was reluctant to show it to others, let alone touch it.

Zhang Zhaoyun was about to walk over, but after Dr. Yang finished treating Zhang's mother, she exited the room, came over and said, "Zhang Xianggong, I have used a needle just now, and the old lady is fine now." However, her illness cannot be cured by taking injections and medicines, and she must eat on time, and she can't be tired. ”

Zhang Zhaoyun nodded like a chicken pecking rice, but Chen Jianchen knew that he didn't go to his heart at all, or rather, he had only books and nothing else in his heart all along.

After telling him, Dr. Yang looked at Chen Xiechen and waited for him to pay the bill.

Chen Jianchen asked, "Doctor Yang, how much does Zhang Xianggong owe you in total?"

Doctor Yang replied: "A total of 83 yuan has always been 00 yuan, well, the son only needs to give me the usual 00 yuan 80 yuan." ”

Chen Jianchen smiled: "It's not a secret, I don't have that much money with me now, if the doctor can trust me, you can go back to the pharmacy first, and I will personally send the money to the door later." ”

Hearing this, Dr. Yang's heart suddenly cooled, and at the same time he felt a little unhappy, Chen Jianchen clearly wanted to put him together, but it was not good to attack.

Chen Jianchen read a lot of people,—— and saw through the concerns in Dr. Yang's heart, so he said: "Doctor Yang, I respect your medical ethics, but I also ask you to believe in my character." Although he is not a big person, he is also a dignified talent, he can read the books of sages, know benevolence, righteousness, honesty and shame, and promise other people's things, he will definitely do it. ”

He said it to the point, and an unquestionable momentum came naturally.

Yang Dada listened, his heart was touched, he arched his hand, and sighed: "If the son can speak like this, it will be in vain for the old man to guess with the heart of a villain." Zhang Xianggong can meet his son, which can be said to be the help of nobles. ”

After speaking, he left three pills, instructed Zhang Zhaoyun to boil it for Zhang's mother on time, and then said goodbye and left.

Sending Dr. Yang away, Chen Jianchen wanted to continue to ask Zhang Zhaoyun to take out the picture of the lady, but before the words could be spoken, an old woman came out of the inner room, with a withered appearance and a haggard expression, looking seventy or eighty years old, but Chen Jianchen knew that she was Zhang Zhaoyun's mother, Zhang, who was only in her early sixties this year.

The years make people old, and hard work makes people crippled.

It's always been plain.

Seeing Zhang's family, Chen Jianchen inexplicably remembered his mother Mo Sanniang, or maybe this was the main reason why he decided to come over to find out.

Zhang obviously learned the ins and outs of the matter from Dr. Yang's mouth, and when he saw Chen Jianchen, he couldn't help but burst into tears, and grabbed it to kneel on the ground.

Chen Jianchen was startled, and hurriedly helped her up: "The old lady can't help it!" and quickly helped her to a chair next to her and sat down.

Zhang still burst into tears, and he didn't know whether he hated his son for being useless, or he was grateful to Chen Jianchen for stepping forward She had just been diagnosed and treated by an acupuncture, and her illness was not yet well, so she should not be too excited, Chen Jianchen quickly called Zhang Zhaoyun over and helped the old man back to the room to rest.

When lying on the bed, Zhang's thin hand grabbed Chen Jianchen, and looked at him with cloudy eyes, but he opened his mouth and couldn't speak, as if he wanted to entrust something, but he couldn't say it.

Chen Jianchen seemed to fully understand, gently patted the back of the old man's hand, and said, "Old lady, please rest assured." ”

Zhang slowly let go of his five fingers.

Outside, Chen Jianchen let out a long breath, the place where he was grabbed by the Zhang family on his arm just now seemed to have left five deep nail marks, and thinking of the other party's cloudy eyes full of anticipation, he couldn't help but feel a little panicked in his heart. He understands that there are certain things that he has to do.

At this time, Zhang Zhaoyun did not decoct the medicine, but picked up another book and read it.

When Chen Jianchen saw it, he really wanted to go over and snatch the book in his hand and burn it with fire...... It's not that reading is bad, but everything should have a degree, and it should also be time-based, right? is like Zhang Zhaoyun, which is simply a pathological performance, and if it is good, it will give birth to demons. If Chen Jianchen's guess is right, it is likely that he was confused by the demon.

He said coldly: "Brother Zhang, you promised to show me the brocade painting just now." ”

"Oh!"

Zhang Zhaoyun was a little dazed at first, and only after a while did he wake up and said, "Son, please come with me." ”

Chen Jianchen followed him into the library, saw him sitting on the bed, first made a polite gesture to the ancient book on the desk, and then began to talk to himself as if he was talking to a person: "Ruyu, I have a friend who wants to see you, I hope you don't see you."

Chen Jianchen raised his eyebrows and asked, "Her name is Ruyu?"

Zhang Zhaoyun rarely showed a smile and said: "The ancient poem Youyun has its own Yan Ruyu in the book", so I named her Yan Ruyu, and she also liked it very much. ”

"You're all meeting in your dreams?"

Chen Jianchen asked again, wanting to learn more about the situation. And from a perspective similar to "heart-to-heart chatting", Zhang Zhaoyun is not too wary and can answer truthfully.

"Well, yes, in the dream, I read, she weaves, and we are all very happy...... I believe that sooner or later, she will show up and meet me for real. ”

Sure enough, presumably the portrait has been enlightened and cultivated the Yin God, so that it can enter Zhang Zhaoyun's divine soul.

It's just that listening to what Zhang Zhaoyun said, the two sides don't seem to have done anything beyond the bounds, which is debatable.

However, in the current situation, Chen Jianchen is not easy to ask in detail, so as not to startle the snake and make this book dāi 圌子 have additional doubts, and then it will be a sideshow. Because of a person like Zhang Zhaoyun, his values are simply stubborn to the extreme, and trying to persuade him is more direct than knocking him out with a punch, and reasoning doesn't make sense. Otherwise, how could he be called Shuchī, and how could he become the half-crazy and half-upside-down appearance he is now?

After chattering, Zhang Zhaoyun finally opened the ancient scroll, turned to the pages of the book with ease, and then gently took out a human-shaped brocade cloth.

In fact, it is said that it is brocade cloth, it is better to say that it is gauze, thin as cicada wings, almost transparent, is cut into a ladies' image with crony fluttering, and after careful depiction of pen and ink, the charm of the ladies is outlined, and the appearance is beautiful, as if the next moment will come to life, and become a big beautiful person standing alive in front of him.

Chen Jianchen stood to the side, staring intently, and at this moment, as if he felt the sharpness of his gaze, the lady who had been smiling suddenly underwent a wonderful and strange change, showing a frightened and frightened god invited.

The image of a lady cut out of tulle will actually produce a negative emotion of fear!