"Sister agreed?" Wen Qinghua's voice was full of joy.
"Go get it yourself! But I have a condition!" Wen Qingxue turned her beautiful eyes, and suddenly the corners of her mouth raised slightly, revealing a faint smile.
"What are the conditions? Tell me!" Wen Qinghua said impatiently.
If he could get a few ancient books from his sister and play a role in Wang Zhong's creation, Wen Qinghua would feel honored even though he was not directly involved.
"I want to meet Mr. Aoyama first!"
For some reason, Wen Qingxue suddenly became interested in this well-known writer who his younger brother said was talented but extremely young.
Looking at her somewhat confused daughter sitting next to her brother, Wen Qingxue sighed quietly in her heart. She was so worried about this daughter, but her rebellious daughter didn't appreciate it at all. Not only that, but also Opposing her at every turn.
Her daughter Wen Qingxue knew very well that Wen Ju'an's IQ was definitely not low, and she was even very smart.
It's just that Wen Ju'an doesn't want to use this intelligence in his studies, and has to go against himself everywhere.
For some reason, after hearing what my brother Wen Qinghua said about this young talent who wrote "Hexi Corridor" at the age of seventeen or eighteen, I suddenly wanted to meet him and see what this young talent his brother said was like. What kind of thoughts is it.
"This..." Wen Qinghua showed hesitation on his face.
"What? No?" Wen Qingxue asked with a slight nod.
"That's not true!" Wen Qinghua shook his head and explained: "Actually, asking my sister to borrow books is my own wishful thinking. Mr. Qingshan just mentioned to me that he was reading ancient books on this topic recently, and I just thought of my sister. There are quite a few books on this subject here, so I thought I’d ask first, since I haven’t said hello to Mr. Qingshan before.”
"Mr. Qingshan is indeed a strange person. It's not impossible for my sister to meet him, but I think it's best to say hello to Mr. Qingshan first and ask for his opinion!" Wen Qinghua said with reason.
After hearing Wen Qinghua's explanation, Wen Qingxue smiled helplessly and said, "It's just your wishful thinking. I'm not asking for your help!"
Wen Qinghua nodded and scratched his head in embarrassment.
Seeing Wen Qinghua's appearance, Wen Qingxue couldn't help but sigh and said, "Then you should first ask your well-known writer friend what he means."
Even so, there was a flash of strange color in her beautiful eyes.
Regarding his younger brother Wen Qinghua, Wen Qingxue also understood that it was the first time for someone besides herself and her daughter Wen Ju'an to have Wen Qinghua admire him so much and take the initiative to work for him.
Wen Qinghua forced a smile and said, "Then I'll ask you tomorrow!"
A few days later, on the weekend, at nine o'clock in the morning, the door of the medical clinic still opened on time. Sanli, wearing a white coat, was like a hard-working bee, walking in and out of the medical clinic, busy working here and there.
At around nine-thirty, Wang Zhongcai slowly walked to the medical center with a cattail fan and the tea he had just bought.
"Sanli, don't put it away in a hurry. Take this tea and brew it first. There will be guests coming later!" Wang Zhong handed the can of tea to Sanli. ….
Sanli took the tea and asked curiously: "Uncle, is that Teacher Wen again?"
Wen Qinghua loved to go to Wang Zhong whenever he had free time. He would drink tea and chat with Wang Zhong, chatting about ancient and modern times, China and foreign countries. Brothers and sisters Sanli and Yicheng met many times and gradually became familiar with him.
Especially Yi Cheng, whether it was because of his age or because they were in the same major, he had a good rapport with Teacher Wen, and he chatted with Wang Zhong and Teacher Wen several times.
"Why is this little guy so smart today?" Wang Zhong looked at Sanli pretending to be surprised.
"If you were so smart when you were studying medical skills, you wouldn't just be memorizing things now."
Sanli felt a little embarrassed when she said this.
In fact, if you really want to count, Sanli should have been exposed to traditional Chinese medicine from Wang Zhong since she was a child. When she was enlightening Sanli and Simei, they finished studying "Thousands of Chinese Medicine".
After "Chinese Characters", "Hundred Family Surnames" and "Thousand Family Poems", Wang Zhong began to use medical skills and the Book of Songs to further his sisters' education.
In 1983, when Yi Cheng was admitted to Daxue, Sanli began to formally learn to identify medicinal materials with Wang Zhong. It has been three or four years now.
It's a pity that those medicinal books are too difficult to memorize. Sanli can only memorize a few of them, and she forgets many after memorizing them. She can't have the photographic memory like Wang Zhong.
It can only be said that Sanli's talent is ordinary, not a genius, just like most ordinary people in this world.
"Brother-in-law!" Sanli stamped her feet: "I'm going to make tea!" She felt a little ashamed, embarrassed, and a little bit coquettish.
Wang Zhong smiled casually, pulled out a copy of "Huainanzi" from the shelf next to him, leaned back on the recliner, opened the pages, shook his cattail leaf fan, and read word for word.
At around eleven o'clock, Wen Qinghua led Wen Qingxue and Wen Ju'an to the front of the medical clinic. Sanli was sitting behind the counter reading "A Thousand Gold Prescriptions". My uncle said that if you read a book a hundred times, you will see its meaning. If you have an ordinary talent, read it over and over again, and try to master the things in the book by heart before talking about anything else.
Hearing the footsteps getting closer and closer, Sanli looked up and looked out. A smile suddenly appeared on her face, and she immediately became very enthusiastic: "Teacher Wen! You are here!"
"Sanli!" Wen Qinghua smiled and waved to Sanli.
"Sir!" Wen Qinghua also saw Wang Zhong sitting on the recliner. He took a few steps over and greeted Wang Zhong with a smile.
Wang Zhong stood up and said with a smile: "Teacher Wen!"
But his eyes couldn't help but glance at the two women, one big and one small, who were following Wen Qinghua.
The one on the left has a bag on his shoulder. He is tall, wearing a fitted suit, trousers, and pants. He has an proud figure, his hair is pulled back, and he wears a pair of glasses. He has an exquisite appearance and is painted Wearing light makeup.
Stunner!
Such a word popped up in Wang Zhong's mind involuntarily.
"Sir, this is my sister, Wen Qingxue!"
"Sir!" Wen Qingxue greeted Wang Zhong with a smile, and two shallow dimples appeared on her pretty face.
It has to be said that Wen Qingxue's beauty has indeed surpassed Wang Zhong's aesthetics.
"Ms. Wen!" Wang Zhong stretched out his hand, shook it briefly with Wen Qingxue, and immediately took it back.
"This is my sister's daughter, whom I mentioned before, Wen Ju'an!" Wen Qinghua continued to introduce.
"Are you the famous writer Qingshan?" Wen Ju'an was completely opposite to her mother and uncle. Her big eyes under her bangs were looking at Wang Zhong curiously and unscrupulously. She was not as reserved as her mother Wen Qingxue.
"If no one else uses this pen name, it should be me!" Wang Zhong said with a smile.
"Teacher Wen! Ms. Wen, Miss Ju'an, please sit over here!" The sofa and coffee table are both ready-made.
While several people were chatting, Sanli had already brought the brewed tea to the coffee table.
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