Chapter 81
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His father just walked from the line of life and death. What if something happens?
Middle aged people no longer look at girls, frown: "Dad, can you not put everyone into the house?"
Sheng Qingtang didn't answer. He looked at the pills that fell on the ground and everyone was stunned.
A few seconds later, he finally reacted and slapped the middle-aged man on his bald head.
"Fool! Do you know that this is the elixir that Miss Ying gave to Laozi? "
"Is it because your father doesn't stay up late to eat vegetables, and his living habits are better than yours? Are you afraid that your father will live and you will send you away?"
The middle-aged man was stunned: "what kind of elixir? Dad, I've said that. You should watch less... "
"Shut up Sheng Qingtang slapped again and said, "this is Dr. Ying. Without her, your father has already met the king of hell."
The middle-aged man was confused again: "Dad, do you think this little girl is doctor Ying? Did you lie to me? "
"Nonsense." Sheng Qingtang did not have a good airway, "quickly pick up the medicine for me."
As soon as the words came down, "plop", the middle-aged man knelt down.
"Doctor Ying..." He said that he would cry when he cried. "You are my rebirth parents. Without you, I really don't know what to do."
Mr. Sheng: "I'm not sure."
It seems that his biological father is still at the scene, isn't it?
"My father is cheated by people selling health care products every day. The more cheated he is, the braver he is. I thought you were the same." The middle-aged man wiped his tears, "I'm really sorry. I'll apologize to you."
Ying Zijin couldn't stand the enthusiasm and stepped back: "it's OK, you get up."
Sheng Qingtang collected his pills, wiped them painfully, swallowed them, and was still angry: "let him kneel."
"Dr. Ying, it's also my negligence that I haven't been able to see you all the time." The middle-aged man was ashamed. "It's almost evening. Why don't you stay for dinner?"
"No need." Ying Zijin shook his head slightly, "I want to go back to school."
"That's good, that's good." The middle-aged man got up and said, "I'll see Miss Ying off."
Ying Zijin picked up the scroll she put on the tea table and was about to leave.
Sheng Qingtang, sharp eyed, blurted out: "Miss Ying, wait!"
Ying Zijin looks back.
"I smell ink." Sheng Qingtang rubbed his hands. "What's the best ink in Miss Ying's hands?"
Ying Zijin nodded: "casually write to play."
"Can I have a look?" Sheng Qingtang coughed, "this unfilial son has not let me touch the pen for a long time."
Middle aged people speechless: "Dad, you point face, it is clear that you climb the tree every day to pick fruit water fish."
Sheng Qingtang ignored him, carefully took the scroll from the girl's hand and unfolded it.
Then, it fell into a long silence.
The middle-aged man was very surprised. He came to have a look and was shocked: "Dad, this word..."
"Get out of the way." Sheng Qingtang raised his head and said solemnly, "Miss Ying, do you think I can pay a million yuan for this painting you wrote?"
“……”
Ying Zijin is slightly silent: "how much do you say?"
Sheng Qingtang thought that she was not enough: "two million is OK."
The middle-aged man was not happy: "Dad, why are you old and mean? I think what Miss Ying wrote is much better than when you were young. You sold eight million yuan for a pair of dog crawling words in those years. "
"You see, the word is flowing and penetrating. It has the style of Wei and Jin Dynasties. Even if you have more than 30 years of experience, it may not be able to write it."
Mr. Sheng: "I'm not sure."
Unfilial son!!!
"Miss Ying, don't tell my father the same thing. I'll take your picture." The middle-aged man is bold and generous, "ten million, absolutely don't let you lose."
Ying Zijin pondered for a moment: "sorry, I took this picture to attend the school art festival. If you really want it, I can write another one."
"Take it to the festival?" Sheng Qingtang was distressed, "tyranny, tyranny!"
Finally, he was reluctant to give up: "please write another one for Miss Ying. Shall I take a picture with this one?"
Finally, when Ying Zijin left with ten million yuan, he always felt that something was wrong.
She sighed softly and pressed her head.
Write a word to make money like this, what does she do to refine medicine.
**
three days later.
At noon.
Ying Zijin receives a call from master Zhong.
"Zijin, tomorrow is your birthday. My grandfather is going to give you a birthday party. Do you have time to see the dress later?"
Hearing this, Ying Zijin remembered that her birthday was March 24.
When I was in Qingshui County before, although the Wen family was poor, Wen Fengmian would never treat her and Wen Tinglan badly.
So every year, they celebrate their birthdays.It's just that I can't afford a cake, just a scone.
But it's also fun.
More than a year ago, she was taken back to Ying's family and never had another birthday.
Because no one in the Ying family thought of her, and Mr. Zhong was not in Shanghai at that time, I don't know.
"Grandfather, don't be so troublesome." Ying Zijin laughs low, "you come to Wen's house and have a meal with my father. I don't like to do it wantonly."
Mr. Zhong was silent for a long time. After a while, he said, "it's enough to live with my family."
"My grandfather will pick you up at school tomorrow, and then go to Wen's house with you."
After hanging up, Ying Zijin thought about it and called Fu Yunshen.
Fu Yunshen is accompanying Mr. Fu at the Fu family. After answering the phone, he was quite surprised.
"What did you say?" "What did my granddaughter-in-law say to you
"First, it's not your granddaughter-in-law. You don't want to have granddaughter-in-law with me. I won't marry."
“……”
"Second, not to me, but to you." Fu Yun deep lazy, "Yaoyao invite you to eat her birthday cake."
"Really?" Fu old son is surprised, "Son Jin asks me to celebrate her birthday?"
Fu Yunshen raised his eyelids: "you may not go."
"Yes, of course." "I haven't eaten cake for a long time, but I'm so greedy," he said
Fu Yunshen picks his eyebrows.
"Well, wait a minute." What suddenly occurred to Mr. Fu, "will Mr. Zhong also go?"
Fu Yunshen did not answer, he said to himself: "then I have to put on the chessboard, play him two games."
Again elated: "must have won him."
“……”
**
March 24.
Just after the equinox, the night is longer than the day.
By seven o'clock it was almost dark.
The street lights are rising and the light and shadow are out.
Wen's community is not big. It's better to be quiet.
Ying Zijin also liked this, just bought an apartment for Wen Fengmian here.
At this time, not far from the top of an 18 story building.
There was a figure crawling on the ground, looking this way.
The muzzle of the black gun slowly raised to the entrance of the building, aiming at the man's slender back.
"Target locked."
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His father just walked from the line of life and death. What if something happens?
Middle aged people no longer look at girls, frown: "Dad, can you not put everyone into the house?"
Sheng Qingtang didn't answer. He looked at the pills that fell on the ground and everyone was stunned.
A few seconds later, he finally reacted and slapped the middle-aged man on his bald head.
"Fool! Do you know that this is the elixir that Miss Ying gave to Laozi? "
"Is it because your father doesn't stay up late to eat vegetables, and his living habits are better than yours? Are you afraid that your father will live and you will send you away?"
The middle-aged man was stunned: "what kind of elixir? Dad, I've said that. You should watch less... "
"Shut up Sheng Qingtang slapped again and said, "this is Dr. Ying. Without her, your father has already met the king of hell."
The middle-aged man was confused again: "Dad, do you think this little girl is doctor Ying? Did you lie to me? "
"Nonsense." Sheng Qingtang did not have a good airway, "quickly pick up the medicine for me."
As soon as the words came down, "plop", the middle-aged man knelt down.
"Doctor Ying..." He said that he would cry when he cried. "You are my rebirth parents. Without you, I really don't know what to do."
Mr. Sheng: "I'm not sure."
It seems that his biological father is still at the scene, isn't it?
"My father is cheated by people selling health care products every day. The more cheated he is, the braver he is. I thought you were the same." The middle-aged man wiped his tears, "I'm really sorry. I'll apologize to you."
Ying Zijin couldn't stand the enthusiasm and stepped back: "it's OK, you get up."
Sheng Qingtang collected his pills, wiped them painfully, swallowed them, and was still angry: "let him kneel."
"Dr. Ying, it's also my negligence that I haven't been able to see you all the time." The middle-aged man was ashamed. "It's almost evening. Why don't you stay for dinner?"
"No need." Ying Zijin shook his head slightly, "I want to go back to school."
"That's good, that's good." The middle-aged man got up and said, "I'll see Miss Ying off."
Ying Zijin picked up the scroll she put on the tea table and was about to leave.
Sheng Qingtang, sharp eyed, blurted out: "Miss Ying, wait!"
Ying Zijin looks back.
"I smell ink." Sheng Qingtang rubbed his hands. "What's the best ink in Miss Ying's hands?"
Ying Zijin nodded: "casually write to play."
"Can I have a look?" Sheng Qingtang coughed, "this unfilial son has not let me touch the pen for a long time."
Middle aged people speechless: "Dad, you point face, it is clear that you climb the tree every day to pick fruit water fish."
Sheng Qingtang ignored him, carefully took the scroll from the girl's hand and unfolded it.
Then, it fell into a long silence.
The middle-aged man was very surprised. He came to have a look and was shocked: "Dad, this word..."
"Get out of the way." Sheng Qingtang raised his head and said solemnly, "Miss Ying, do you think I can pay a million yuan for this painting you wrote?"
“……”
Ying Zijin is slightly silent: "how much do you say?"
Sheng Qingtang thought that she was not enough: "two million is OK."
The middle-aged man was not happy: "Dad, why are you old and mean? I think what Miss Ying wrote is much better than when you were young. You sold eight million yuan for a pair of dog crawling words in those years. "
"You see, the word is flowing and penetrating. It has the style of Wei and Jin Dynasties. Even if you have more than 30 years of experience, it may not be able to write it."
Mr. Sheng: "I'm not sure."
Unfilial son!!!
"Miss Ying, don't tell my father the same thing. I'll take your picture." The middle-aged man is bold and generous, "ten million, absolutely don't let you lose."
Ying Zijin pondered for a moment: "sorry, I took this picture to attend the school art festival. If you really want it, I can write another one."
"Take it to the festival?" Sheng Qingtang was distressed, "tyranny, tyranny!"
Finally, he was reluctant to give up: "please write another one for Miss Ying. Shall I take a picture with this one?"
Finally, when Ying Zijin left with ten million yuan, he always felt that something was wrong.
She sighed softly and pressed her head.
Write a word to make money like this, what does she do to refine medicine.
**
three days later.
At noon.
Ying Zijin receives a call from master Zhong.
"Zijin, tomorrow is your birthday. My grandfather is going to give you a birthday party. Do you have time to see the dress later?"
Hearing this, Ying Zijin remembered that her birthday was March 24.
When I was in Qingshui County before, although the Wen family was poor, Wen Fengmian would never treat her and Wen Tinglan badly.
So every year, they celebrate their birthdays.It's just that I can't afford a cake, just a scone.
But it's also fun.
More than a year ago, she was taken back to Ying's family and never had another birthday.
Because no one in the Ying family thought of her, and Mr. Zhong was not in Shanghai at that time, I don't know.
"Grandfather, don't be so troublesome." Ying Zijin laughs low, "you come to Wen's house and have a meal with my father. I don't like to do it wantonly."
Mr. Zhong was silent for a long time. After a while, he said, "it's enough to live with my family."
"My grandfather will pick you up at school tomorrow, and then go to Wen's house with you."
After hanging up, Ying Zijin thought about it and called Fu Yunshen.
Fu Yunshen is accompanying Mr. Fu at the Fu family. After answering the phone, he was quite surprised.
"What did you say?" "What did my granddaughter-in-law say to you
"First, it's not your granddaughter-in-law. You don't want to have granddaughter-in-law with me. I won't marry."
“……”
"Second, not to me, but to you." Fu Yun deep lazy, "Yaoyao invite you to eat her birthday cake."
"Really?" Fu old son is surprised, "Son Jin asks me to celebrate her birthday?"
Fu Yunshen raised his eyelids: "you may not go."
"Yes, of course." "I haven't eaten cake for a long time, but I'm so greedy," he said
Fu Yunshen picks his eyebrows.
"Well, wait a minute." What suddenly occurred to Mr. Fu, "will Mr. Zhong also go?"
Fu Yunshen did not answer, he said to himself: "then I have to put on the chessboard, play him two games."
Again elated: "must have won him."
“……”
**
March 24.
Just after the equinox, the night is longer than the day.
By seven o'clock it was almost dark.
The street lights are rising and the light and shadow are out.
Wen's community is not big. It's better to be quiet.
Ying Zijin also liked this, just bought an apartment for Wen Fengmian here.
At this time, not far from the top of an 18 story building.
There was a figure crawling on the ground, looking this way.
The muzzle of the black gun slowly raised to the entrance of the building, aiming at the man's slender back.
"Target locked."
His father just walked from the line of life and death. What if something happens? Middle aged people no longer look at girls, frown: "Dad, can you not put everyone into the house?" Sheng Qingtang didn't answer. He looked at the pills that fell on the ground and everyone was stunned. A few seconds later, he finally reacted and slapped the middle-aged man on his bald head. "Fool! Do you know that this is the elixir that Miss Ying gave to Laozi? " "Is it because your father doesn't stay up late to eat vegetables, and his living habits are better than yours? Are you afraid that your father will live and you will send you away?" The middle-aged man was stunned: "what kind of elixir? Dad, I've said that. You should watch less... " "Shut up Sheng Qingtang slapped again and said, "this is Dr. Ying. Without her, your father has already met the king of hell." The middle-aged man was confused again: "Dad, do you think this little girl is doctor Ying? Did you lie to me? " "Nonsense." Sheng Qingtang did not have a good airway, "quickly pick up the medicine for me." As soon as the words came down, "plop", the middle-aged man knelt down. "Doctor Ying..." He said that he would cry when he cried. "You are my rebirth parents. Without you, I really don't know what to do." Mr. Sheng: "I'm not sure." It seems that his biological father is still at the scene, isn't it? "My father is cheated by people selling health care products every day. The more cheated he is, the braver he is. I thought you were the same." The middle-aged man wiped his tears, "I'm really sorry. I'll apologize to you." Ying Zijin couldn't stand the enthusiasm and stepped back: "it's OK, you get up." Sheng Qingtang collected his pills, wiped them painfully, swallowed them, and was still angry: "let him kneel." "Dr. Ying, it's also my negligence that I haven't been able to see you all the time." The middle-aged man was ashamed. "It's almost evening. Why don't you stay for dinner?" "No need." Ying Zijin shook his head slightly, "I want to go back to school." "That's good, that's good." The middle-aged man got up and said, "I'll see Miss Ying off." Ying Zijin picked up the scroll she put on the tea table and was about to leave. Sheng Qingtang, sharp eyed, blurted out: "Miss Ying, wait!" Ying Zijin looks back. "I smell ink." Sheng Qingtang rubbed his hands. "What's the best ink in Miss Ying's hands?" Ying Zijin nodded: "casually write to play." "Can I have a look?" Sheng Qingtang coughed, "this unfilial son has not let me touch the pen for a long time." Middle aged people speechless: "Dad, you point face, it is clear that you climb the tree every day to pick fruit water fish." Sheng Qingtang ignored him, carefully took the scroll from the girl's hand and unfolded it. Then, it fell into a long silence. The middle-aged man was very surprised. He came to have a look and was shocked: "Dad, this word..." "Get out of the way." Sheng Qingtang raised his head and said solemnly, "Miss Ying, do you think I can pay a million yuan for this painting you wrote?" Ying Zijin is slightly silent: "how much do you say?" Sheng Qingtang thought that she was not enough: "two million is OK." The middle-aged man was not happy: "Dad, why are you old and mean? I think what Miss Ying wrote is much better than when you were young. You sold eight million yuan for a pair of dog crawling words in those years. " "You see, the word is flowing and penetrating. It has the style of Wei and Jin Dynasties. Even if you have more than 30 years of experience, it may not be able to write it." Mr. Sheng: "I'm not sure." Unfilial son!!! "Miss Ying, don't tell my father the same thing. I'll take your picture." The middle-aged man is bold and generous, "ten million, absolutely don't let you lose." Ying Zijin pondered for a moment: "sorry, I took this picture to attend the school art festival. If you really want it, I can write another one." "Take it to the festival?" Sheng Qingtang was distressed, "tyranny, tyranny!" Finally, he was reluctant to give up: "please write another one for Miss Ying. Shall I take a picture with this one?" Finally, when Ying Zijin left with ten million yuan, he always felt that something was wrong. She sighed softly and pressed her head. Write a word to make money like this, what does she do to refine medicine. **three days later. At noon. Ying Zijin receives a call from master Zhong. "Zijin, tomorrow is your birthday. My grandfather is going to give you a birthday party. Do you have time to see the dress later?" Hearing this, Ying Zijin remembered that her birthday was March 24. When I was in Qingshui County before, although the Wen family was poor, Wen Fengmian would never treat her and Wen Tinglan badly. So every year, they celebrate their birthdays.It's just that I can't afford a cake, just a scone. But it's also fun. More than a year ago, she was taken back to Ying's family and never had another birthday. Because no one in the Ying family thought of her, and Mr. Zhong was not in Shanghai at that time, I don't know. "Grandfather, don't be so troublesome." Ying Zijin laughs low, "you come to Wen's house and have a meal with my father. I don't like to do it wantonly." Mr. Zhong was silent for a long time. After a while, he said, "it's enough to live with my family." "My grandfather will pick you up at school tomorrow, and then go to Wen's house with you." After hanging up, Ying Zijin thought about it and called Fu Yunshen. Fu Yunshen is accompanying Mr. Fu at the Fu family. After answering the phone, he was quite surprised. "What did you say?" "What did my granddaughter-in-law say to you "First, it's not your granddaughter-in-law. You don't want to have granddaughter-in-law with me. I won't marry." "Second, not to me, but to you." Fu Yun deep lazy, "Yaoyao invite you to eat her birthday cake." "Really?" Fu old son is surprised, "Son Jin asks me to celebrate her birthday?" Fu Yunshen raised his eyelids: "you may not go." "Yes, of course." "I haven't eaten cake for a long time, but I'm so greedy," he said Fu Yunshen picks his eyebrows. "Well, wait a minute." What suddenly occurred to Mr. Fu, "will Mr. Zhong also go?" Fu Yunshen did not answer, he said to himself: "then I have to put on the chessboard, play him two games." Again elated: "must have won him." **March 24. Just after the equinox, the night is longer than the day. By seven o'clock it was almost dark. The street lights are rising and the light and shadow are out. Wen's community is not big. It's better to be quiet. Ying Zijin also liked this, just bought an apartment for Wen Fengmian here. At this time, not far from the top of an 18 story building. There was a figure crawling on the ground, looking this way. The muzzle of the black gun slowly raised to the entrance of the building, aiming at the man's slender back. "Target locked."
