"Uncle!"
In the hospital, Wang Zhong had just finished seeing an old man, and he happily pulled a young man in his twenties into the hospital excitedly.
"Master!" The young man looked upright, with a smile on his face, and he was slightly shorter than Yi Cheng.
"Hey! Qingyuan? When did you come back?" The person who came was none other than Song Qingyuan, who had been practicing martial arts with Wang Zhong with the Xiang family brothers and sisters.
"I just came back and brought you some gifts!" Song Qingyuan lifted the paper bag in his hand to the table.
"What gift?" Wang Zhong was not polite, took the paper bag and started tinkering with it.
There was also a box inside the paper bag. I took out the box and opened it. Inside were the kind of glass bottles used for canning, six bottles in total.
Wang Zhong picked it up and took a look, his eyes lit up instantly: "Hey, Zhajiang?"
"It's interesting!" Wang Zhong was very satisfied. This thing is not expensive, and he likes it. It's just right: "I like it!"
"Don't leave for a while. Today I will cook in person and use the sauce you brought to make noodles for you to eat!"
"The relationship is great, and you can also taste the master's craftsmanship!" Song Qingyuan already rubbed his hands with anticipation.
"Sanli! Hurry up, list your business, and close down!"
As soon as Wang Zhong finished speaking, a clear female voice came from the back room: "Uncle, there are only seven days in a week. Since you are closed for four days, haven't you seen that many of the old neighbors who used to come to our place don't come? Got it!"
Along with the voice, a tall, graceful figure with an extremely well-proportioned figure was heard. He was wearing a white coat that reached almost to his knees. He used a rubber band to blow his hair into a ponytail, with only a few strands on both sides of his forehead. Her hair was scattered, her eyebrows were curved, her eyes were bright and her teeth were white, and her face, which had completely grown out, could still see the contours of a few minutes ago.
With just one glance, Song Qingyuan was stunned.
Although it is not as exaggerated as "Sinking Fish and Falling Wild Geese", "The Flowers Shame on the Closing Moon", the bookish atmosphere lingering in the eyebrows and expressions makes Sanli, who is already quiet and indifferent, even more colorful, just like the quiet and open flowers on the remaining pond. lotus.
"Isn't there something wrong?" Wang Zhong was a little ashamed, being lectured by his niece. He quickly glared at Sanli, and then Sanli stopped and did not expose Wang Zhong's old background.
Song Qingyuan was brought back to reality by Wang Zhong's voice. After suddenly waking up, he realized that he had lost his composure. He looked so beautiful and refined that he seemed not to be a human being...
"Brother Qingyuan!" A familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar voice brought Song Qingyuan back to reality.
Sending a polite smile, Song Qingyuan used the gentlest tone in his life and quickly put his mood back together: "Are you Sanli?"
"How many years have we not seen each other? Are you already this tall?"
Song Qingyuan is only about 1.74 or 75 meters tall. Sanli is only 1.65 meters tall wearing flat cloth shoes. Among girls, especially girls in this era, they are already considered outstanding in height. .
The corners of Sanli's mouth were slightly upturned, and two shallow dimples appeared on both sides of her cheeks: "Brother Qingyuan, when did you come back?"
Song Qingyuan was almost stunned again, his eyes flashed, and he said hurriedly: "I just came back two days ago."
"Okay, okay! Don't waste your time here!"
"I finally came back from Qingyuan today. Let's close the door early and go home to make fried noodles!" As he spoke, Wang Zhong quickly put the fried noodles into the box and stood up with the paper bag in hand.
"You guys go back first, I'll clean up and close the door!" Sanli looked at Wang Zhong and shook her head helplessly. She looked like a niece, but she looked like an elder who hated iron.
After living in this world for more than ten years, Wang Zhong's temperament has changed. As soon as he came, there were five more oil bottles around him. Wang Zhong did not dare to be idle for a moment. Now he finally drags the oil bottles. Everyone has grown up, only the fourth and fifth children are left, and now whether it is a video studio, a garment factory, or Wang Zhong's own books, they can bring in huge amounts of income.
Medical clinics naturally became dispensable.
When Wang Zhong started this medical clinic, he mainly wanted to resign from Yuhong Machinery Factory openly. Secondly, Wang Zhong was pursuing Ma Suqin's idea at that time, so he had to find a reason to let Ma Suqin stay with him.
Now Ma Suqin has been eaten up by Wang Zhong. Wang Zhong originally mentioned that he would give Ma Suqin a status, but Ma Suqin was unwilling. She said that she was divorced and was an unlucky woman. It was already very long for her to be by Wang Zhong's side. Satisfied, I dare not ask for anything else.
Ma Suqin didn't want to, and Wang Zhong didn't care.
After going through three dungeon worlds and experiencing so many good women, although every time he was stripped of all kinds of emotions by the system and formed into a ball of memory, Wang Zhong's heart had already been tempered to be extremely tough. Wang Zhong needed women. That was based on both physical and psychological needs, but Wang Zhong no longer wanted to have those so-called passionate and vigorous love.
Of course, this does not mean that Wang Zhong has no love for Ma Suqin, but Wang Zhong's love for Ma Suqin is different from the poignant and beautiful love in those stories.
Song Qingyuan's reactions and little actions naturally cannot escape the eyes of Wang Zhong, who has keen senses. However, compared with Wang Yiding, Sanli's official wife in the original plot, Wang Zhong feels that Song Qingyuan is definitely a better match than Wang Yiding.
And the current Sanli, under Wang Zhong's training, is far more outstanding than the one in the original plot.
Perhaps Sanli hasn't realized it yet. She grew up with Wang Zhong in the medical clinic since she was a child. Even the reading materials during her enlightenment were medical books. Sanli has been with Wang Zhong for so many years, and has been influenced by Wang Zhong's words and deeds. In medical skills, a solid foundation has been laid.
After the college entrance examination next year, I will go to university to study further. My future achievements in medicine will definitely not be too low.
Such an excellent Sanli is more than enough for Song Qingyuan.
The key point is that this boy Song Qingyuan is known as the sober man in the world. Whether it is his temperament or his personality, he is very suitable for Wang Zhong.
Wang Zhong wouldn't mind if he could have such a niece-in-law.
"Master! Do you really want Sanli to take care of it alone?" Just a few steps out of the hospital, Song Qingyuan started to worry without saying anything.
Wang Zhong stopped and turned to look at him: "How about you stay and help Sanli?"
"Ah?" Song Qingyuan didn't expect Wang Zhong to be so direct, and he suddenly felt anxious. He pointed at himself and said, "I stay? Isn't that good?"
"What's wrong? It's not like you two don't know each other. You two have grown up together. You are still ashamed!"
"How can it be!"
"Then if you don't want to go, why don't you let me go?"
"I go!"
"I go!"
Song Qingyuan had just turned around when he suddenly realized something was wrong. The legs he had just stepped out stopped again, and he hesitated again.
Wang Zhong's voice sounded again: "Yicheng, you get on your bicycle and go pick up Simei and Qiqi."
"good!"
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"Brother Qingyuan? Why are you back?" Sanli looked at Song Qingyuan who appeared in front of her again and asked doubtfully.
Song Qingyuan grinned and said, "There's no reason for you, a girl, to stay and clean up. I'll help you!" As he spoke, he walked over to Sanli and took the broom and dustpan.
Sanli was stunned for a moment. Before she could react, Song Qingyuan snatched away the broom and dustpan: "I usually clean them up. I'm used to it."
"It's okay, it's faster to clean up if there are more people!" Song Qingyuan said with a smile on his face.
"Thank you then!" Sanli stopped being polite to Song Qingyuan. She walked in and took out a clean rag to wipe the tables, chairs and counter.
"By the way Sanli, I heard from Yicheng that you will be in your senior year of high school when school starts?" Song Qingyuan asked while sweeping the floor.
Sanli nodded and said: "Yes!"
"Then you must be studying medicine in college?" As soon as he said these words, Song Qingyuan suddenly couldn't help but feel something in his heart.
"I heard from Yicheng that your grades are very good. After you graduate next year, do you plan to go to the Medical University in Yanjing, Xiangya in Junsha, or the Department of Medicine at Zhejiang University in Lin'an?" Song Qingyuan suddenly asked with some anxiety.
"Why do you ask that?" Sanli asked with some confusion.
Song Qingyuan said: "Aren't these the best medical universities in the country now? And you have been learning medical skills from your master since you were a child. Don't you want to go to these universities for further studies?"
Sanli smiled and shook her head and said: "Medicine is a vast and profound subject, and even if you spend your whole life, you may not be able to complete it. Yanjing is too far away. Although Lin'an and Junsha are not as far as Yanjing, they are not what I want." "
Song Qingyuan almost blurted out: "Are you going to be admitted to the Department of Medicine at Jinling University?"
Seeing Song Qingyuan's surprised look, Sanli explained: "I have studied traditional Chinese medicine from my uncle since I was a child, and I have memorized all the medical books left by our ancestors, whether it is the Medical University in Yanjing or Xiangya in Junsha. , and the Department of Medicine of Zhejiang University in Lin'an is indeed famous throughout the country, but what they are famous for is Western medicine."
"And my uncle said that Chinese medicine is different from Western medicine. Although Chinese medicine also pays attention to the inheritance of teachers, it pays more attention to talent and experience. Without decades of medical practice experience, it is difficult to achieve success."
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Song Qingyuan nodded with some understanding.
"Of course, we also need to learn Western medicine. There are many things in Western medicine that we can learn from. In some aspects, Western medicine is more effective than traditional Chinese medicine, and the results are more immediate."
Sanli's medical skills are all learned from Wang Zhong, and Wang Zhong's concept of medical skills has also been learned by Sanli. Whether it is Western medicine or Chinese medicine, in Wang Zhong's eyes, there is no distinction between superior and inferior. They are two completely different systems. Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to the meridians, qi and blood, and uses the theory of yin and yang and the five behaviors. The two may have similarities, and even have similarities in many aspects. But if we talk about it in detail, the two Very different.
"Then do I have to change my name in the future and call myself Dr. Qiao?" Seeing Sanli in a white coat talking eloquently, Song Qingyuan felt a little confused and said this out of nowhere.
"It's still very early!" Sanli said with a calm smile: "With my little Taoist skills, I have only learned a little bit from my brother-in-law, and there is still a long way to go!"
It was cleaned up quickly, the two chatted for a while, Song Qingyuan took out the trash, and Sanli closed and locked the door of the medical clinic.
The medical center is not far from Wang Zhong's home and can be reached on foot.
When the two of them walked home, the courtyard door was wide open and the house was empty, with no one in sight. When Dahuang and Xiaohua heard Sanli's voice, they couldn't wait to greet her, and they gathered around Sanli and kept wagging their tails. .
"Oh! Dahuang and Xiaohua are still here!" Song Qingyuan was a little surprised when he saw the two native dogs, "How many years have they been here?"
"Ten years or eleven years!" Sanli couldn't remember clearly. She only remembered that when she bought these two dogs, her uncle took them together. At first, she only liked them. Rhubarb and Xiaohua were Simei's favorites and she liked them so much that Wang Zhongcai paid for them and bought Xiaohua as well.
During these years, when Sanli and Simei lived in the hospital, it was Dahuang and Xiaohua who guarded them every night. The ones who had the deepest affection for these two dogs at home were Sanli and Simei.
"came back!"
The kitchen window faced the yard, and Wang Zhong was kneading dough on the eucalyptus board in front of the window. The snow-white dough was constantly deforming under Wang Zhong's hands.
"Uncle, where is eldest brother?"
"I'm going to pick up Simei and Qiqi."
"That's right!" Wang Zhong put the mixed noodles in the wooden basin, closed the lid, wiped his hands on his apron, and took out thirty yuan from his pocket: "It just so happens that you two go to buy a few kilograms of pigs together. Er, get some cooked food and weigh half a catty of fried peanuts! Buy some flowers and bring them back!"
"good!"
Looking at the boy Song Qingyuan's eyes, he wished he could grow into Sanli's body, and then looking at Sanli, who had become a slim and graceful figure, Wang Zhong couldn't help but feel that there was a grown-up girl in our family.
In the kitchen, Wang Zhong's work was not finished yet. The water in the pot had not boiled yet, but the sauce was ready for frying. He took out the fresh pork belly that Ma Suqin bought from the vegetable market in the morning and a can of fried pork belly sent by Song Qingyuan from the refrigerator. Sauce, Wang Zhong first tasted the flavor with kuaizi, then cut the pork belly and reprocessed the fried sauce.
When Yi Cheng came back with Simei and Qiqi, Wang Zhong's noodles were also cooked. San Li and Song Qingyuan helped bring the noodles and fried sauce to the table. Wang Zhong opened a jar of the flower wine he just bought and gave it to Yicheng and Song Qingyuan each poured a bowl.
"Qingyuan, for this meal, just think of it as the master washing the dust for you!" As he said this, Wang Zhong already picked up the wine bowl: "Come on! Let's do it!"
After three rounds of drinking, the noodles and pork head were almost eaten. Wang Zhong was also tipsy and felt a little tipsy.
Yicheng and Sanli were cleaning up the mess. Song Qingyuan wanted to help, but the brothers and sisters refused. Besides, they just cleaned up the dining table and kitchen, and there wasn't much work.
"Brother Qingyuan, Yanjing is so fun. Why did you come back to Jinling instead of staying in Yanjing?" Si Mei asked curiously on the sofa.
Last week, Wang Zhong and Ma Suqin had just returned from Yanjing with her, Sanli and Qiqi. In addition to watching the concert, Wang Zhong also led them to visit all the scenic spots in Yanjing. Simei was so happy that she still thinks about it now.
"Although Yanjing is good, I grew up in Jinling, and I still like Jinling better!" Song Qingyuan and the Qiao brothers and sisters are considered to be from the same family. They have known each other since they were young, and they have known each other for more than ten years now. They can also say that. Childhood sweethearts.
"By the way, I heard from your elder brother that you just went to Yanjing? Why didn't you contact me when you arrived in Yanjing!"
Facing Song Qingyuan's question, Simei glanced at Wang Zhong and said, "We went there just two weeks ago. You had graduated by then. How could we know where to find you!"
"Besides, you must have been busy looking for a job at that time. We were just there to have fun, so how could we bother you!"
"Let me tell you, my brother-in-law is very familiar with Yanjing. I even suspect that he secretly went to Yanjing without telling us!" Simei leaned over and whispered in Song Qingyuan's ear.
Song Qingyuan glanced at Wang Zhong in surprise, then turned to look at Simei, and asked with a smile, "Was Fei Xiang's concert good?"
"It's so beautiful!" Simei was stunned for a moment, and then said excitedly: "Let me tell you, the atmosphere at the scene is so good..."
The more he talked, the more excited he became. He couldn't sit still, and he couldn't help but jump up. Wang Zhong slapped him back.
Simei, who was so excited just now, immediately closed her legs, sat upright, put her hands on her thighs, lowered her head, as if she had done something wrong.
"What does he sound like? He's just a singer! In the past, he was just an actor. How could he be that great!"
"Only little girls like you like to watch it!"
"Who said only little girls like it? Fei Xiang is so handsome and his singing is so good. There are so many people who like him." Although Simei was a little afraid of Wang Zhong, she also knew that Wang Zhong was not the kind of person who doesn't like him for no reason. People who take action, so as soon as Wang Zhong mentioned his idol, he couldn't wait to argue with him.
"Isn't it just singing? It's not the same as anyone else! Besides, I think that guy's singing is also very average!"
Wang Zhong still looks the same, but he really doesn't like Fei Xiang, perhaps because Simei has some fanatical admiration for him and a bit of disgust.
"Uncle!" Simei rolled her eyes, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and asked, "Uncle, is it possible that you can still sing?"
"Singing is not easy!" Three empty altars had been placed next to them, and Wang Zhong drank from two of them alone.
The smile on Simei's face was Yu Sheng, and she said in a somewhat sinister tone: "Then you can sing a song for us!"
Wang Zhong glanced at Simei: "Sing, just sing!"
"Qiqi! Go to the house and take out your fourth sister's guitar!"
Ever since Simei started learning vocal music, she had not left behind any musical instruments. Wang Zhong had equipped her with a lot of musical instruments. If she hadn't been able to keep them at home, Wang Zhong would have even bought her a piano.
Wang Zhong knew very well that simply dancing was not enough to make a career in the entertainment industry. Anyway, Simei was interested in these things. As long as she was willing to learn, Wang Zhong would spare no effort to support her.
"Okay!" Qiqi, who was familiar with the situation, pushed open the door and entered the bedroom, took off the guitar hanging on the wall, took it out and gave it to Wang Zhong.
Wang Zhong was sitting on the sofa, with his right leg on the sitting leg. The guitar hanging around his neck was placed on his right leg. He pressed the strings with his left hand and gently plucked the strings with his right hand a few times. There were several pleasant soft sounds.
"I haven't played for a long time, my hands are a bit raw!"
A smile appeared on Wang Zhong's lips, and his eyes were closed at some point.
Seeing Wang Zhong's skillful movements, several people in the room widened their eyes, pricked up their ears, and listened carefully.
"coming!"
Wang Zhong still had his eyes closed, with the smile still on his face. He played the strings with his right hand, and a pleasant tune sounded quietly.
"I once dreamed of traveling to the end of the world with my sword.
Take a look at the prosperity of the world
The young mind is always a little frivolous
Now you are at home all over the world
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As Wang Zhong's singing sounded, the room suddenly became quiet, leaving only Wang Zhong's singing.
After singing the song, Wang Zhong took his hands away from the strings and opened his eyes, somewhat unfinished.
Several people in the room were dumbfounded and looked at Wang Zhong blankly.
Qiqi was young and had not been exposed to many things. She just thought it sounded good and was the first to applaud: "My uncle sang so beautifully!"
Qiqi's applause and voices brought everyone back to reality.
"Uncle, whose song is this? How come you haven't heard it before?" After a round of applause, Simei was shocked and asked her doubts.
In fact, Wang Zhong's singing level is only average, not touching or fascinating, but this does not prevent the beauty of his excellent singing.
"I wrote it myself, how could you have heard of it?" Wang Zhong stroked the strings, still recalling the feeling just now.
Wang Zhong's guitar level is average, and his music level is only level three. However, with the plug-in of the system, Wang Zhong can basically play a little bit of any instrument. Even with just a leaf, he can barely play a tune.
"Uncle, can you write songs?" Simei was really shocked by Wang Zhong: "This is... this is..." Simei was a little at a loss what to say.
"I know a lot, so I have to tell you everything!"
"Master!" Song Qingyuan was also surprised. He originally thought that his master's writing skills and martial arts skills were everything, but he didn't expect...
"Is there anything else you don't know?" Song Qingyuan asked cautiously.
"That must be there!" Wang Zhong said.
"For example?" Song Qingyuan was very curious. Not only Song Qingyuan, but also Qiao Simei, Sanli and Yicheng who were standing outside the door were also curious.
"Have a baby!" Wang Zhong said seriously: "I don't know how to do this!"
puff!
Everyone was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening, and they were all amused by Wang Zhong.
"We don't know how to do this either!" Song Qingyuan looked at Wang Zhong with some resentment: "Master, is there anything else?"
Wang Zhong thought about it seriously and said, "It seems like there is no more!"
Everyone, look at me and I look at you, looking at each other in shock and speechlessness!
"Hahaha!" But after a while, Wang Zhong himself started laughing.
This time, the expressions on everyone’s faces became even more exciting!
Wang Zhong plucked the strings with his right hand again and said, "I'll give you another song called "About Winter."
"Gently I will leave you
Please wipe away the tears from your eyes
long night
in the coming days
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While everyone was looking at each other in disbelief, the alcohol welled up and went straight to his forehead. Wang Zhong, who was already a little tipsy, started playing and singing again.
Yicheng, Song Qingyuan and Sanli were a little better. After the shock, they adjusted their mentality and slowly listened to the singing. But Simei looked at Wang Zhong, who had his legs crossed and a guitar in his arms, playing with great voice and expression. It bloomed with unprecedented brilliance.
Wang Zhong rolled his eyes quietly and raised an almost undetectable arc at the corner of his mouth.
Sample, you haven’t taken the bait yet!
