On the rocking chair on the second floor, there was an old man lying on the rocking chair. The old man was embroidering flowers. A young doctor was talking to the old man. The old man's face turned a little yellow, but he just nodded casually. He didn't see anything and was a little mentally distressed.

Jiang Boxiu, named "Nanweng", is 67 years old. He has a son and a daughter. He is honorary chairman of the Linjiang Calligraphy and Painting Association. Half of the Linjiang art circles are his students.

When the old man was active, he attended many national exhibitions and fought countless literary contests with all the inland parties. However, time has changed. After all, the old man has grown old and has no choice in the circle. Since the old man gradually retreated, the calligraphy and painting circles in Linjiang City have gradually lost their fame.

"teacher!"

Yuan Xinghan saw that Jiang Boxiu's complexion was a little worse than last time, and he looked concerned.

"Xinghan is here, sit down. I'm not in good spirits today. I have to sleep and can't accompany you anymore."

The old man knew he was not feeling well and didn't want the students to worry, so he stood up and took a leave. Yuan Xinghan was about to help him down. The old lady greeted, "Sit up Xinghan, I can just help your teacher back to the house. This is Dr. Zhang, thanks to Xiao Zhang these days."

The young doctor politely owed his body.

After the old man and the old lady left, Qin Kun, Yuan Xinghan, Dr. Zhang and Jiang Lan were left on the second floor.

Jiang Lan looked down: "Dad usually likes to climb high and look into the distance, so he often stays on the second floor. His physical condition has taken a sharp turn for the past half month. He has to support him when he goes downstairs, alas..."

Qin Kun lay by the window and watched the old man being helped back to the bedroom in the backyard.

This yard...is really not small!

After the development plan of the southern suburbs, the high-tech zone and the university town were put forward, the land began to appreciate significantly. It is believed that the Jiang family is not short of money to be able to afford such a large and decorated courtyard.

Mr. Jiang’s home is divided into a front yard, atrium, back yard, and a living room, which is completely imitated by the antique, with bamboo and a fish pond, and the meaning of elegance is revealed everywhere.

But in Qin Kun's eyes, this house seems to have some problems.

Since ancient times, literati and scholars advocated that "it is better to eat without meat than live without bamboo." However, even if this kind of elegant thing is planted as a home, it must be separated from its own residence. Bamboo belongs to Yin, and the fish pond is also Yin. Although the two Yins are elegant, they will also hurt people if they become evil.

Moreover, Mr. Jiang is old and lives in the bamboo forest, and he can't stand the dampness.

"Then there is another well, okay, well, bamboo, and fish take up all. I guess the fish pond is a little bigger, and the old man has the intention to plant a few willow trees. If this house does not gather in the shade, where will it gather?"

Qin Kun, a Feng Shui family, heard from Chu Qianxun that Feng Shui can easily lead to evil and hurt people. The Yin Shui in this house has become a scale, but the problem is not big. If you want to break the Yin Shui, just raise a few chickens or a dog, but it seems that the old man likes to be quiet.

Qin Kun looked at the backyard, suddenly his nose moved, and his eyes locked on a room on the westernmost part of the backyard.

Huh? What is that?

Qin Kun opened his eyes and found that there was a green air in this room, which seemed to be there and not. The green air was not ghost air, but more like a pillar of yin air!

Is there any wild ghost ready to advance here?

Qin Kun was shocked by his thoughts. According to the "Array Volume", the layout of this yard has already had the prototype of the "Little Three Yin Spirit Gathering Array". The qi pillar appears and disappears from time to time, condenses but does not disperse. It is not impossible for ghosts to break through and advance here!

The two elders left, Yuan Xinghan walked to the window and asked in a low voice: "Director Qin, what are you thinking?"

Qin Kun came to his senses and silently closed his eyes: "Haha, nothing, look at the scenery is good, and open your eyes."

The doctor Zhang said with a proud look: "Old Jiang's house was arranged by Master Wen of Yulong Mountain, so it is naturally good!"

Yulong Mountain?

Qin Kun remembers that this is one of the three mountains of life and death. Don’t Master Wen feel that there is something wrong with his arrangement?

Qin Kun was a little puzzled: "I heard that Mr. Jiang did not believe in the sayings of ghosts and gods, so why did he ask Taoist priests to set up a house?"

Jiang Lan didn't expect Yuan Xinghan to tell Qin Kun about this. Her beautiful eyes glanced at Yuan Xinghan, and Dr. Zhang said, "Old Jiang really doesn't believe it, but this Taoist Master Wen is a famous master. Not only is he proficient in Taoism, but he also has a lot of experience in garden elegance. At that time, I invited him to the new house of Jiang Lao's house before he was about to be arranged."

After Dr. Zhang said that, he leaned close to Jiang Lan.

Qin Kun narrowed his eyes and looked at Dr. Zhang's eyes secretly glanced at Jiang Lan from time to time, and finally understood.

It seems that this person likes Jiang Lan too!

Damn, after a long time, it turned out to be a love triangle scene for an older youth.

When Jiang Lan saw Yuan Xinghan lit a cigarette, she stood by silently, so she changed the topic: "By the way, I haven't introduced it yet. This is my brother's friend and a private doctor specially invited, Zhang Ke."

"Zhang Ke, this is my father's former student, Yuan Xinghan from the Calligraphy and Painting Association. This is the youngest professor of the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine invited by Brother Yuan, Qin Kun."

Dr. Zhang stretched out his hand: "Hello! Yuan Da Painter! I am Zhang Ke, a native of Linjiang, graduated from California Medical College, with an AAA-level professional qualification certificate. I just returned to China to settle down last year. My private clinic is located on Jinzhu Road, High-tech Zone."

Jinzhu Road!

Qin Kun remembers seeing a psychologist once, and was also on Jinzhu Road, which area is a wealthy area.

No wonder this doctor is arrogant.

After Dr. Zhang finished introducing the article, he turned to look at Qin Kun and suddenly smiled contemptuously: "Although I studied Western medicine, I also have some understanding of traditional Chinese medicine. There is no one in all Chinese medicine colleges in the mainland who obtained a professor qualification certificate before the age of 25."

Zhang Ke's face became deeper, and he pointed at Qin Kun with his fingers and said, "Youareacheater (you are a liar)."

The upstairs suddenly became quiet.

Yuan Xinghan was stunned, his face looked a little ugly, and Jiang Lan's expression was not very natural. Even if this matter was a little moisture, you can't point it out directly like this. China is not abroad, but the word "love" is the word "feeling".

Qin Kun didn't speak, with a expressionless face, looking at Zhang Ke quietly.

The old lady who sent Mr. Jiang back stood at the entrance of the stairs. Seeing the atmosphere a little stiff, she also heard their conversation and smoothed out: "Xiao Zhang, don't say that. This child has been observing the old man's face since he went upstairs. Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes looking, listening, asking and touching. I think he is capable."

Zhang Ke smiled and said, "Auntie, I'm rude. But there are many scammers in the medical industry these days, and this Yuan painter is too naive, so why do everyone bring me here? Fortunately, I'm here today. What if Uncle Jiang is damaged by this quack doctor and catches the wrong medicine, hum... Professor Qin, why don't you speak?" Zhang Ke took the word "Professor" very seriously.

Zhang Ke's words sounded a bit heartbroken in Yuan Xinghan. They were clearly rushing to Qin Kun, but in fact they were pointed at him.

What is the intention of bringing a quack doctor back? What will others think after hearing this?

"No, I know Qin Kun's ability. Do you have the will to say it again?"

Yuan Xinghan was usually sloppy and silent. Zhang Ke's words directly ignited Yuan Xinghan's anger. He grabbed Zhang Ke's clothes and asked loudly.

Zhang Ke pushed Yuan Xinghan's hand away in annoyance: "What do you know if you are a painter? Medical theory is profound. If others show off for a few moments, do you think you are a miracle doctor? I have never seen the world."

"You!" Yuan Xinghan was furious and pushed Zhang Ke to the ground fiercely.

"Brother Yuan! What are you doing? Brother Zhang, is it okay?" Jiang Lan hurried over.

Zhang Ke fell to the ground and smiled coldly. He held his glasses and his eyes became even more playful.

"My sister Jiang, I have a few words to explain to you about Uncle Jiang's condition, come with me. I advise you to avoid contacting such rude people in the future. There is also such a wild doctor who dares not even speak."

Zhang Ke was helped up by Jiang Lan and patted the dust. Jiang Lan wanted to explain to Yuan Xinghan, but suddenly his little hand was held by Zhang Ke. Jiang Lan screamed "ah" but couldn't break free and let Zhang Ke drag him downstairs.

Yuan Xinghan's eyes were so angry that he was furious that when Zhang Ke went downstairs, he gave him an extremely provocative look.

"Xinghan!" the old lady shouted without saying anything.

Yuan Xinghan withdrew his gaze and took a deep breath: "I'm sorry, Master's wife, I, I was too impulsive just..."

Yuan Xinghan rubbed his face, his throat was hoarse and his tone was dry. He looked at Jiang Lan and Zhang Ke's backs, and he looked angry and sighed, turning into a faint loss.

The old lady looked disappointed: "Xinghan, Lanlan is old, you are about the same age. I can understand what you mean to Lan'er over the years. But why do you still have the same temper as before? Do you know why your teacher disagreed when you proposed to your teacher to marry Lan'er?"

"I know that I have no place to live and have a bad temper. Lanlan will feel wronged if she follows me."

Yuan Xinghan covered his face in pain. His personality and temper had been restrained a lot. Who would have thought that he would lose his composure today?

"Master's wife...I actually..."

The old lady interrupted, "Okay, I appreciate your kindness and I will go back. Dr. Xiao Zhang said that your teacher's illness is fine, as long as you have good care. Lanlan still has you in her heart. Come and see her next time and say good things. However, it will be enough to come alone in the future." After the old lady finished speaking, she looked inadvertently at the direction of Qin Kun and snorted faintly in her nose.

From the beginning to now, Qin Kun sighed without saying a word. When he heard that the old lady began to squeeze him out in order to maintain his relationship with others.

"What a bunch of idiots."

(To be continued)

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