Xie Wule followed Song Mingxing to the study. The study room is large, but it seems very messy, with rice papers hanging everywhere. The writing brushes were also scattered on the desk, and there was still some unused ink in the inkstone, which really surprised Xie Wule.
It's hard to relate to Song Mingxing, who looks quite gentle and elegant.
Seeing Xie Wule's surprise, Song Mingxing touched his nose a little embarrassedly: "Brother Xie made me laugh. I usually like calligraphy, so I often mess around here when I have nothing to do."
"No, I'm just a little surprised that Brother Song is so informal. After all, Brother Song should be more meticulous."
"Hahaha, that's it. Then thank you, brother. It's really nice to meet like-minded people, hahaha."
Before Xie Wule had time to explain, he had no choice but to bite the bullet after hearing what he said again.
After cleaning up the desk, Xie Wule casually picked up a writing brush and dipped it into the inkstone, and suddenly there was a black line.
"This ink is definitely not as good as Brother Xie's. Just by smelling it, I knew that the ink Brother Xie used was hard to find. I'm far behind, so Brother Xie just use it. "Seeing Xie Wule's appearance, Song Mingxing thought he was dissatisfied with his Mo.
"No, no." Xie Wule didn't understand this. I just regret not grinding the ink myself. I don’t know when Song Mingxing used the ink in this inkstone but didn’t pour it out. The bottom is a little caked.
After a while, Xie Wule wrote a widely circulated ancient poem, leaned the wolf hair on the inkstone, and stood up straight.
Song Mingxing on the side came over and stared at the rice paper for a while without saying anything.
"Hahaha, I'm so stupid." The study room was particularly quiet, and Xie Wule looked embarrassed: "Brother Song, actually I didn't..."
"Good calligraphy, well written!"
Xie Wule was interrupted before he finished speaking. Song Mingxing picked up the rice paper from both sides, raised it high, and put it down again after a while, praising it.
"Brother Xie, I will write now. You can give me some guidance after I finish writing." Song Mingxing said, and then started writing at the bottom of the rice paper.
"Brother Xie, let's see how it goes."
The content written by Song Mingxing is exactly the same as that written by Xie Wule, and it is written directly below it. The contrast is very obvious.
"Well, well, Brother Song's handwriting is very rough and unrestrained, like a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing, not bad." Xie Wule frowned.
No wonder Song Mingxing still thinks that what he wrote is good, what he wrote is also too much...
Xie Wule really couldn't think of words to describe it. He could only say that he could barely identify it.
"Hey, I think the writing is pretty good, but compared to Brother Xie's, it seems a little worse. I would like to ask Brother Xie for some pointers." Song Mingxing laughed.
"Brother Song, let's be honest. In fact, I have never practiced calligraphy professionally, and my knowledge is limited. Moreover, you and I are about the same level, so I don't have anything to point you to."
Xie Wule continued: "But I can see that with Brother Song's current level, if you want to go further, you will have to spend more time. So I suggest you study some other fields first to expand your... ..”
"Oh, I'd better say it clearly. I hope Brother Song doesn't mind. Brother Song, you don't have calligraphy talent. I still suggest you not to waste too much time in this area."
Xie Wule felt much better after telling it. He really couldn't make it up anymore!
Instead of being angry, Song Mingxing laughed. He put down the rice paper in his hand and patted Xie Wule on the shoulder: "Hahahaha, it's really hard for you to see that Brother Xie doesn't want to hit me and tries his best to make up sentences. In fact, I know it myself."
"But before that, I asked my retainers about what I had written, and they all praised it; I asked the guests who came to visit me, and they were also full of praise. Only Brother Xie can speak frankly, and I am very happy."
Xie Wule breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Song Mingxing being so open-minded: "It must be inevitable. Brother Song is the magistrate of Qingzhou, and all your retainers are afraid of you. Everyone who comes to visit you has something to ask for from you. Naturally, they will do the same. Compliment you."
Song Mingxing nodded: "Brother Xie's words are very reasonable. I've learned a lesson."
"Brother Xie, you said you have never practiced calligraphy. How can you still write so well?"
"Well, I didn't deceive Brother Song. In fact, I have been practicing medicine with my elders since I was a child and writing prescriptions for many years. That's all."
"Huh? Brother Xie actually knows pharmacology?" Song Mingxing said in surprise.
"That's natural."
"Then, brother Xie, please come with me."
Xie Wule followed Song Mingxing out of the study and came to a rather large courtyard. The windows and doors of the house in the courtyard were closed, and there were two maids standing in front of the door.
"That's it." Song Mingxing turned around and said to Xie Wule.
Xie Wule nodded and entered the room. As soon as he entered, the door was immediately closed by the maid.
On the way here, Xie Wule got the general idea from Song Mingxing. His sister Song Weiwei has been ill for a long time and has sought treatment from several doctors. Although she was treated according to the methods prescribed by the doctors, instead of getting better, her condition became worse and worse.
Gradually, Song Weiwei began to shut herself in the house and became unwilling to have contact with others, especially doctors.
"Who?" Song Weiwei shouted when she heard the sound of the door opening.
Xie Wule followed the voice and saw Song Weiwei on the bed behind the gauze curtain: "Girl, excuse me, I'm here to see a doctor for you."
"See a doctor? This girl is not sick! I think you are the only one who is sick!"
"Weiwei, don't be rude!" At some point, Song Mingxing also entered the room.
"Huh, he was rude first. He entered my room without my permission."
"I asked Brother Xie to come in."
"I......"
"Weiwei!" Song Mingxing emphasized his tone.
Xie Wule stood behind Song Mingxing, watching the two brothers and sisters bickering. He didn't know what to say and just stood aside in embarrassment.
"Okay~ I'm rude, young lady. Please forgive me, sir."
Through the gauze curtain, Xie Wule could also see the woman in the curtain sitting up straight and saluting him respectfully.
"Hahaha, it's okay, let's get down to business now."
Song Mingxing and Xie Wule brought a stool and placed it next to the bed, then stepped aside and waited.
Song Weiwei stretched out a hand, Xie Wule took a deep breath and put his hand on it, closing his eyes lightly.
"Master." A maid came into the room and walked to Song Mingxing and called softly.
Song Mingxing frowned: "Brother Xie, I have something to do and I'll leave first."
Xie Wule nodded.
"This lady is not sick, get out of here!" Song Mingxing just went out, and Song Weiwei pulled her hand back and changed her face.
Xie Wule opened his eyes and said nothing.
"I told you to get lost, can't you hear me?" Song Weiwei raised her voice when Xie Wule didn't move.
"Miss Song, are you really not sick?"
"That's not it? Could it be that I still lied to you? What's the benefit of lying to you?"
"Then why did Miss Song stay in the house and keep the doors and windows closed? Is it because she looks too embarrassed to see others?"
"You, you, you." Song Weiwei was so angry that she didn't know what to say.
"Are you angry because you were right? Isn't that right?" Xie Wule looked at the roof.
Song Weiwei suddenly got out of the gauze curtain, held Xie Wule's wrist tightly with one hand, and shouted loudly: "Come on, let me see clearly."
Xie Wule moved his eyes back from the roof to look at it for a while, then smiled and said: "Isn't this pretty, why are you so shy?"
"Humph, you see, it's just that I don't want to go out. And I'm not sick. You can go out now."
Xie Wule is not perfunctory, Song Weiwei's pair of phoenix eyes are naturally charming, but also awe-inspiring. Her black hair is draped on her shoulders, and she looks like a willow dancing in the wind; her drops are like a begonia after the rain. She is a standard beauty.
Song Weiwei returned to the gauze curtain and realized her actions just now. Her ears started to feel hot, but she didn't realize that her tone was much softer.
"Why aren't you leaving?" Seeing that Xie Wule was still sitting there and not moving, Song Weiwei became furious and returned to her original tone.
"Do you really don't want to go out?"
"What if I don't? As you can see, I'm in pretty good shape, and I'm not ugly either."
Xie Wule stood up and walked towards the door.
"Why don't you go out?" Song Weiwei just breathed a sigh of relief after seeing it through the gauze curtain, but found Xie Wule stopped in front of the door.
Xie Wule slowly turned around, walked to the table, and picked up the vase on the table: "What kind of flower is this? It's quite beautiful, and it smells good."
"What are you doing? Put it down!" Song Weiwei was really angry when she saw this.
Xie Wule put down the vase, turned around and met her eyes through the gauze curtain, his eyes sharp: "I guess Miss, you still want to go out! You just can't go out."
"Also, miss, you've been holding it in a lot, haven't you? It's okay, just cough it out, I won't tell your brother."
"I don't know what you are talking about." Song Weiwei turned her face to the other side. Even though there was a gauze curtain between them, she still did not dare to look at Xie Wule.
Several minutes passed without speaking.
"Get out quickly, I beg you, get out quickly. It's my fault, I shouldn't scold you, please." Song Weiwei saw Xie Wule still standing there, with a hint of crying in her tone.
Xie Wule walked towards her.
"Don't come over, don't come over, I told you to stop! Wuwuwu~" Song Weiwei cried anxiously when she saw that he had no intention of stopping: "If you don't go out, I will infect you if I cough!" Woohoo."
Xie Wule walked to the bed, looked around, opened the window closest to the bed first, and then turned to open other windows.
"Cough it out, don't hold it in, it's not easily contagious."
"Why did you open the window? The previous doctors said it couldn't be opened."
"It's tuberculosis, that's the disease you're suffering from. I saw the bloody handkerchief next to your pillow. I wasn't sure at first through the gauze curtain. It was only when you opened the curtain that I confirmed it." Xie Wule ignored Song Weiwei's surprise. With an expression on his face, he continued: "It's wrong to close the doors and windows tightly. I happened to be beside Uncle Liu when he treated Uncle Qi with this disease."
"You should open more windows for ventilation, but many doctors still don't think so."
"I'll tell your brother later and ask him to make chicken soup for you. You must have been eating vegetarian food recently, and your blood color is not good. Those old men always like to make people stop eating meat."
"Don't worry, these are the correct methods for treating tuberculosis that Uncle Liu has figured out by himself through studying the cases."
"Oh, by the way, I like flowers so much. I went to the garden to see for myself. The ones on the trees are much prettier than those picked off. It's good to stretch your body and limbs by the way."
After explaining this, Xie Wule left and returned to his room under the leadership of the maid.
Seeing Xie Wule leaving, Song Weiwei picked up a handkerchief, covered her mouth and coughed. She always wants to pretend that she is not sick. Doesn't her vicious look just mean that she wants others not to get close to her and worry about her?
Since the death of my father and mother, my brother has always accommodated me, and I don't want to cause any more trouble to him.
Tears soaked half of the handkerchief at some point, and my grievances were released bit by bit.
Not long after Xie Wule returned to the room, a knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.
"Sir, I have to go out temporarily for something. He asked us to deliver this." The maid outside the door was carrying the food.
Xie Wule nodded and motioned for them to put it on the table.
"Wait, what's in this crock?"
"Sir, this is treasure pigeon soup." The maid said respectfully.
"Oh, give this to Miss Song."
"But..."
"It's okay, just say I sent you there." Xie Wule didn't let the maid continue talking.
Brother Song treats me like a distinguished guest. For this reason, I will try my best to help wherever I can. Besides, as a doctor, I am a doctor with a benevolent heart. These are my duties.
After the maid left, Xie Wule sat at the table, eating his food slowly, with a serious expression on his face, as if he was worried.
Song Weiwei looked at the earthen jar brought by the maid and asked doubtfully: "This is it?"
"Miss, Mr. Xie asked me to deliver this."
"Is it him?" Song Weiwei's eyes flashed.
