After checking her pulse in the evening, Ning Yue sent another one.
Cui Langzhong's face turned green.
Ning Yue sends out one every day, and Ying Lingzhu can memorize it in advance every day and review the content he has memorized before.
And Cui Langzhong's face turned greener and greener.
The spirit is getting worse and worse.
Finally one day, he shook his head and refused the new paper handed over by Ning Yue.
"I can't do it anymore, Master. Everything I'm carrying is messed up. I need to slow down first."
Ning Yue slowly put away the paper, looked at him and said seriously: "Mr. Cui, have you ever thought about why you have such difficulty reciting it?"
Cui Langzhong slowly raised his head: "Because... I'm old?"
Ning Yue shook her head: "Because your love is not here."
Cui Langzhong obviously didn't expect this answer and looked confused.
Ning Yue: "I guess the painting school you chose to study when you were a child was your favorite thing. However, when your mother died of illness, it had a huge impact on you. You were stuck in the powerlessness you felt at the time and couldn't get out, so you turned to Study medicine and want to find relief in medical skills. At the same time, you feel that your mother died of exhaustion for the tuition of your two brothers. You hate your brother and yourself. If you don't learn to draw, maybe she won't He died so early, so he chose not to pick up a paintbrush again to punish himself."
She still remembered that when she asked him to paint Xia Rou's portrait, he said that he hadn't painted it for decades, but he quickly got better at painting.
He must be splashing ink in his mind every day to maintain his godly touch.
The body is learning medicine and the mind is painting. How can one learn well?
Mr. Cui's tears fell unexpectedly.
Ning Yue saw him crying and went a step further: "Your brain told you that you should study medicine, but your heart said that he wanted to paint. The two thoughts conflicted and torn in your body, causing you to study medicine." After all these years, your grades are still mediocre. You work hard to study medicine, but the harder you work, the more severe the internal friction becomes."
"Your mother's illness is not your fault. She made the choice she wanted to make most. People are always born, old, sick and die, and fate comes together and ends."
"So, why don't you let go of the past and go back to what you are good at. Life is only a few decades, and your mother must also hope that you can do something you really like."
Cui Langzhong had fallen to the ground crying.
Tears and snot hung on his beard, and he howled like a child in his 50s.
Ning Yue sighed softly.
Some injuries, in the eyes of unrelated people, are nothing more than unpleasant slanting wind and drizzle;
For those who feel the pain, the downpour has never stopped since that day.
This cry that lasted for decades came a little late, but it still came after all.
She took out a handkerchief and was about to hand it to him.
A hand with sharp bones stretched out from the side to block her hand.
As soon as she saw that hand, Ning Yue recognized it as Ying Xianqing.
She was so focused just now that she didn't notice that there were many people watching around her.
There was nothing I could do, Mr. Cui howled too loudly.
Ying Xianqing handed over a light blue handkerchief.
Ning Yue then remembered that women's handkerchiefs in ancient times were personal belongings and could not be used casually by men.
Even if it's for the old man's apprentice, it won't do.
She took the handkerchief and handed it to Cui Langzhong.
Cui Langzhong took the handkerchief and cried until he hiccupped without forgetting to say thank you: "Thank you... hiccup... master."
Ning Yue patted his shoulder: "I am willing to teach you medical skills. You can come to me to learn at any time, but you are really good at painting. This is a talent that not many people can envy. I feel sorry for you. .”
Cui Langzhong nodded.
Ying Xianqing helped him up and led him to find a quiet place away from the crowd.
Cui Maning came to chat with Ning Yue just now. When she saw her talking to her uncle, she didn't come forward to disturb her.
Unexpectedly, I saw my uncle, who usually blows his beard and glares, burst into tears.
She used to think that her uncle had a perverse temperament and was difficult to get close to.
But it turned out that Ning Yue, who had only known him for a short time, knew her relatives better than she did.
Someone behind him did not see what happened, and asked the person next to him in a low voice: "What happened to Mr. Cui? He was crying so sadly. Did Ning Yue hit him, or did he recite the book stupidly?"
Cui Manning turned around and glared: "You are stupid just by memorizing the book, and your whole family is stupid by memorizing it!"
After scolding him, I brushed him off and left.
She also wanted to cry a little bit.
Her mother died when she was very young, and her father never remarried.
She was very lucky, probably because she was the only girl among the Cui family's descendants. Everyone in the Cui family doted on her. Except for Ying Xianqing's refusal to marry her, she really wanted stars but not the moon.
She thought her life was perfect, but now seeing her uncle crying like that, she began to doubt it.
Did she miss something important?
She endured it again and again. When she saw her grandfather, she finally couldn't bear it anymore and fell on his lap and burst into tears.
The old prime minister pulled her up in a panic: "My good grandson, what's wrong with you?"
Cui Manning told what happened just now.
Cui Yunzhi's hand on her back stopped.
Cui Manning raised her eyes and saw her grandfather's face solemn, with tears in his eyes.
Now she felt even more aggrieved. She must have missed something very important!
Cui Yunzhi comforted her, then handed his granddaughter to his old wife, and walked away tremblingly.
He found Ning Yue and bowed his head to her as soon as he met her.
I'm afraid the emperor has never received such a great gift from the old prime minister.
Someone next to him immediately cast a surprised look.
Ning Yue was startled and hurriedly stepped aside to help the old man up.
Cui Yunzhi's lips trembled: "Little old man... Many thanks to Madam Ning for enlightening my younger brother."
Ning Yue did not expect such a big reaction from the two brothers.
He said hurriedly: "You're welcome, sir. I just feel sorry for Cui Langzhong's talent. I think he is really good at painting."
Cui Yunzhi smiled, with a hint of pride on his face: "Yes, he does have some talent. When he first started learning painting, his teacher always praised him. After only a few years of learning painting, there was no one who was above him. Mr.
Ning Yue smiled, hesitated, and asked: "After Mr. Cui moved into the market, were you secretly helpful?"
Cui Yunzhi smiled helplessly: "How did you see it?"
He had been secretly helping his younger brother for decades, and the fool didn't notice it at all, but she did.
Ning Yue complained in her heart: Mr. Cui is old, simple-minded, and has the temperament of a child. With his communication skills and his mediocre medical skills, he would have probably starved to death eight hundred times. If he said that his brother didn't care about him, she wouldn't believe it.
But she definitely couldn't say that, so she put it in a nicer way: "Mr. Cui has a pure and kind temperament and treats people sincerely. Someone must be protecting him very well."
Cui Yunzhi seemed to understand the implication of Ning Yue's words and smiled awkwardly: "When my mother passed away, he was the one who worried most about her. I only partially fulfilled my responsibilities as an elder brother."
Ning Yue left half a sentence unsaid.
It is precisely because he was so well protected and experienced so few hardships in life that Mr. Cui took a setback so seriously that he was unable to get out of it.
In this world, the most vital things are never the flowers in the greenhouse.
It is always a weed that has weathered countless storms.
