Chapter 45

The next day after meeting the elder sister of the Song family, song Xijiao invited a famous doctor in the town to give her mother a diagnosis and treatment.

After carefully feeling the pulse of song's mother, the doctor felt his gray beard and thought for a moment. He sat down at the stone table in the courtyard, and began to write prescriptions with the ink and brush prepared by song Xijiao. But before he started writing, he asked the hostess in front of him in doubt: "eh, what is this? Why are there no bamboo slips? "

The chestnut standing on one side said to the doctor with some pride: "Sir, this is the bamboo paper invented by my mother. Just write the characters on it."

"Write, write here?" Mr. Lang's face is incredible.

"You can write, sir." Song Xijiao looks at Lang Zhong's delay in writing and says.

Seeing song Xijiao's firm face, Mr. Lang took the courage to write on the bamboo paper. Black ink is blooming on the bamboo paper, and beautiful characters appear on the paper.

"Well, it's amazing! I've lived most of my life, and I haven't seen such paper yet. " The doctor couldn't help but praise, then lowered his head and wrote the rest of the prescription.

Taking the prescription from the doctor, song Xijiao asked, "Sir, how is my mother's illness? Is it serious? "

Mr. Lang Zhong pondered for a while and said, "I'm sorry to tell you the truth. Looking at your mother's pulse, people who were originally pampered began to work hard, and their heart and pulse were damaged, so they could not afford to fall ill. This disease is not a big problem, but it needs to be recuperated with quiet mind, and the medicine needed is quite expensive

After collecting the fee, the doctor got up to leave. Before he left, he reluctantly touched the bamboo paper that made him marvel.

Song Xijiao took the prescription and carefully recognized the words on it. She said, "ginseng, pilose antler, Ganoderma lucidum..."

Before she had finished reading the prescription, she knew that her mother's illness, as the doctor said, would cost a lot of money.

Chestnut looked at her mother holding the prescription in a daze, gently pulled the corner of her dress and asked: "mother, what's the matter with you?"

Song Xijiao rubbed the soft chestnut hair and said, "mother, it's OK. You can go and play for a while."

Chestnut answered, picked up the branches on the ground, and began to draw on the ground.

Song Xijiao put the prescription away. She sat in front of her pen and ink and wrote on the bamboo paper.

However, no matter whether she was holding her breath or changing her gesture to hold the pen again and again, there were always a few crooked words on the bamboo paper.

"What's the matter? Why is Mr. Lang's writing so simple?" Song Xijiao held the pen and was a little discouraged.

All of a sudden, she saw chestnuts squatting on the ground, holding branches to write and draw on the ground, and had a lot of fun. Song Xijiao had an idea and beckoned chestnut to come over: "chestnut, come here, my mother will teach you to write!"

The chestnuts, who wanted to go to school, happily threw away the twigs and ran over. Looking at the child's eager eyes, she took out the prescription just prescribed by the doctor.

Chestnut asked suspiciously, "mother, don't you say you want to teach me to write? How did you get the prescription out? "

Song Xijiao scratched her head a little embarrassed and said, "Dear chestnut, can you practice writing according to the words on this prescription?"

Hearing this, chestnut drew on the bamboo paper. But after all, he was only five years old. After a while, the paper was covered with black roads.

Song Xijiao calmed down and said with an embarrassed smile, "chestnut, you'd better go and play. When your father comes back, I'll let your father teach you how to write."

The chestnut nodded and hopped to see the ants in the yard.

Only song Xijiao looked at the messy bamboo paper and muttered: "I thought the ancient children could write with a brush better than me!"

"What are you doing? Has the doctor been here I don't know when Zhong Chun has entered the courtyard. As soon as chestnut saw that his father was back, he surrounded him happily to see the two rabbits that Zhongchun had taken off his shoulders.

Song Xijiao nodded and said to Zhong Chun, who was holding chestnuts, with a dim look: "the doctor has been here. My mother's illness needs a lot of money."

Zhongchun also sat down in front of the stone table. Xiaolizi pointed to the two pieces of paper on the table and said to his father: "this one was written by me, and that one was written by my mother."

Zhong Chun looked at the two pieces of paper and couldn't help laughing: "are you writing uglier than who?"

Song Xijiao immediately blushed to her ears. If only there was a crack on the ground now. She is just about to destroy her ugly character. Zhong Chun is quick and quick, and has already taken her ghost symbol in her hand. "If you want to write, I can teach you," he said

Song Xijiao covered her red face and shook her head: "my words are no longer saved. I give up."

But on second thought, it's not true. He came across by himself. It's no wonder that he can't write well. But Zhong Chun, a hunter, said he wanted to teach me how to write. Ha ha, it's rare if he can really write good handwriting. It must be me!

"How did you practice calligraphy today?" Zhong Chun doesn't know what song Xijiao is thinking. He asks and writes on a piece of blank bamboo paper with a pen."Chestnut, wife..." Song Xijiao read the words on the paper, her face burned up again, writing so smoothly, who is your wife.

Before Zhong Chun could write any more, song Xijiao, who was awake, grabbed his hand and asked, "before you said you wanted to teach me to write, I thought you cheated me? To be honest, as a hunter, how can you write well? "

Zhong Chun was stunned by her question, and then he said vaguely: "it's just that I learned it when I was a child."

Song Xijiao, who is willing to let go of this opportunity, stares at Zhong Chun's face tightly and refuses to let go of a trace of his expression.

Zhong Chun is a face calm, really be she see uncomfortable, raised that pair of good-looking eyes asked: "you still want to hold my hand to when?"

When he asked, song Xijiao found that her palm was a little hot. She quickly let go of her hand, and her face was flushed again.

Little chestnut clapped his hands and laughed: "mother, you blush!"

Song Xijiao hastily explained: "I, I am hot." Then he began to fan himself with his hands.

Looking at her flustered little movements, Zhong Chun's corners of the mouth tensed and chuckled.

He put down the chestnuts and asked in a low voice, "is your calligraphy practice today related to the Birthday Ceremony of the Song family doctor?"

Hearing this, song Xijiao couldn't help feeling a little proud. She soon forgot the embarrassment she had just been in. She waved a small hand to Zhongchun. Zhongchun had never seen her like this. She was stunned for a moment, and then slowly leaned her ear against it. Excited to share her perfect plan with others, song Xijiao tells Zhongchun all the details of the birthday ceremony.

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