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Chapter 212 Song Qingyuan

"Uncle!"

In the medical clinic, Wang Chong had just finished seeing an old man, and he happily dragged a young man in his twenties into the medical clinic excitedly.

"Master!" The young man looked upright, with a smile on his face, and was slightly shorter than Yicheng.

"Yo! Qingyuan? When did you come back?" The person who came was none other than Song Qingyuan who was practicing martial arts with Wang Zhong with the Xiang family brothers and sisters.

"I just came back, and I brought you some presents!" Song Qingyuan carried the paper bag in his hand to the table.

"What gift?" Wang Zhong was not polite, took the paper bag and started tinkering.

There was also a box inside the paper bag. I took out the box, opened it, and found that there were six bottles of glass bottles used for canning.

Wang Zhong picked it up and looked at it, his eyes lit up instantly: "Yo, fried sauce?"

"I have a heart!" Wang Zhong was very satisfied, this thing is not expensive, and he likes it, just right: "I like it!"

"Don't leave for a while, I will cook by myself today, and I will use the sauce you brought to make fried noodles for you!"

"That's a good relationship, and you can taste the master's craftsmanship!" Song Qingyuan rubbed his hands expectantly.

"Sanli! Hurry up, list and close!"

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, and you have been closed for four days. Didn't you see that many of the old neighbors who came to our place in the past didn't come?" Already!"

Accompanied by the voice, a tall, graceful figure with an extremely well-proportioned figure, wearing a knee-length white coat, blowing his hair into a ponytail with a rubber band, only a few strands of hair on both sides of his forehead The hair is scattered, the willow eyebrows are curved, the eyes are bright and the teeth are bright, and the face that has been fully grown can still be seen a few minutes ago.

With just one glance, Song Qingyuan was dumbfounded.

Although it is not as exaggerated as Shenyuluoyan and closed moon shameful flowers, but the faint bookishness lingering between the brows and demeanor makes Sanli, who is already quiet and indifferent, add a bit of color, just like the rest of the lotus blooming quietly on the pond .

"Isn't there something wrong?" Wang Zhong was a little ashamed, he was lectured by his niece, and he gave Sanli a quick look, Sanli then stopped and did not expose Wang Zhong's old background.

Song Qingyuan was pulled back to reality by Wang Zhong's voice, and after suddenly waking up, he realized his gaffe, looking elegant and refined, as if he was not human...

"Brother Qingyuan!" The familiar but somewhat unfamiliar voice brought Song Qingyuan back to reality again.

Sending a polite smile, Song Qingyuan used the most gentle tone in his life, and quickly calmed down: "Are you Sanli?"

"I haven't seen you for a few years, are you still this tall?"

Song Qingyuan is only about 1.7 meters 1.6 or [-]. Sanli only wears flat cloth shoes, and she is [-] meters [-]. Among girls, especially girls in this era, her height is already considered outstanding.

The corners of Sanli's mouth turned up slightly, and two shallow dimples appeared on both sides of her cheeks: "Brother Qingyuan, when did you come back?"

Song Qingyuan was almost dumbfounded again, his eyes flashed, and he hurriedly said: "I just came back for two days."

"Okay, okay! Don't waste your time here!"

"Qingyuan finally came back today, close the door early, and go home to make noodles with fried sauce!" While speaking, 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 still looked like a niece, just like an elder who hated iron and steel.

After living in this world for more than ten years, Wang Zhong's temperament has changed unexpectedly. As soon as he came here, there were five more oil bottles by his side. Wang Zhong never dared to be idle for a moment. All of them have 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 all bring in huge amounts of income.

The medical hall naturally became a dispensable thing.

At the beginning, Wang Zhong set up this clinic mainly for the purpose of resigning from Yuhong Machinery Factory in an open and aboveboard manner. The second reason was that Wang Zhong was playing Ma Suqin's idea at that time, so he had to find a reason for Ma Suqin to stay by his side.

Now Ma Suqin has been wiped out by Wang Zhong. Wang Zhong originally mentioned that he would give Ma Suqin a title, but Ma Suqin herself was unwilling, saying that she had been divorced and was an ominous woman. Satisfied, dare not ask for anything else.

Ma Suqin didn't want to, and Wang Zhong didn't care either.

After going through three dungeon worlds and experiencing so many good women, although every time the system will strip away all kinds of emotions and form a ball of memory, Wang Zhong's heart has long been honed to be extremely tenacious. Wang Zhong needs women, It was based on both physical and psychological needs, but Wang Zhong no longer wanted to have those so-called vigorous love.

Of course, this doesn't mean that Wang Zhong doesn't have love for Ma Suqin, but Wang Zhong's love for Ma Suqin is different from the beautiful and poignant love in those stories.

Song Qingyuan's reaction and small movements naturally cannot escape the eyes of Wang Zhong who has keen five senses, but compared to Sanli's official partner Wang Yiding 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 in the original plot.

Maybe Sanli hasn't realized it yet. She grew up with Wang Zhong in the medical clinic since she was a child. Even Sanli's reading materials were medical books when she was enlightened. In terms of medical skills, a solid foundation has already been laid.

After the college entrance examination next year, if you enter a university for further study, your achievements in medicine in the future will definitely not be too low.

Such an excellent Sanli is more than enough to match Song Qingyuan.

The key point is that this boy Song Qingyuan is known as a sober man in the world, whether it is his heart or character, he is very appetizing to Wang Zhong.

If there is such a niece and son-in-law, Wang Zhong doesn't mind.

"Master! Do you really want Sanli to clean it up by herself?" Song Qingyuan became worried when he walked out of the hospital and didn't say anything for a while.

Wang Zhong stopped and turned to look at him: "Why don't you stay and help Sanli?"

"Ah?" Song Qingyuan didn't expect Wang Zhong to be so direct, and suddenly felt uneasy, pointing to himself and said: "I stay? Isn't it good?"

"What's the problem? It's not that you two don't know each other. You two grew up together. You're still ashamed!"

"how is this possible!"

"Then why don't you let me go?"

"I go!"

"I go!"

Just as Song Qingyuan turned around, 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 get Simei and Qiqi back."

"it is 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 suspiciously.

Song Qingyuan grinned and said, "There's no reason for you to stay and clean up as a girl, I'll help you!" While speaking, he had already walked to Sanli's side, and took the broom and dustpan.

Sanli was stunned for a moment, before she could react, Song Qingyuan snatched the broom and dustpan away: "I usually clean up, I'm used to it."

"It's okay, if there are more people, it will be cleaned up faster!" Song Qingyuan said with a smile on his face.

"Thank you then!" Sanli didn't show any politeness to Song Qingyuan, she went in and took out a clean rag, ready to wipe the tables, chairs and counters.

"By the way, Sanli, I heard from Yicheng that you will be a senior in 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 uttered these words, Song Qingyuan couldn't help but feel a twitch in his heart.

"I heard Yicheng said that your grades are very good, so after you graduate next year, do you plan to go to the Medical University of Yanjing, Xiangya in Junsha, or the medical department of Zhejiang University in Lin'an?" Song Qingyuan suddenly asked a little nervously.

"Why do you ask that?" Sanli asked a little puzzled.

Song Qingyuan said: "Aren't these the best medical universities in China now? And you have learned medical skills from your master since you were a child. Don't you want to go to these universities for further study?"

Sanli smiled and shook her head and said: "Medical medicine is broad and profound, even if you spend your whole life, you may not be able to finish it. Yanjing is too far away. Although Lin'an and Junsha are not as far away as Yanjing, it is not what I want. "

Song Qingyuan almost blurted out: "Could it be that you want to take the medical department of Jinling University?"

Seeing Song Qingyuan's surprised look, Sanli explained: "I have learned Chinese medicine from my uncle since I was a child, and what I have memorized are all the medical books left by our ancestors. It doesn't matter whether it is the University of Medicine in Yanjing or Xiangya in Junsha. , and the Department of Medicine of Zhejiang University in Lin’an is indeed well-known throughout the country, but they are all famous for Western medicine.”

"And my uncle said that Chinese medicine is different from Western medicine. Although Chinese medicine also pays attention to inheritance, it pays more attention to talent and experience. It is difficult to achieve success without decades of medical experience."

Song Qingyuan nodded in understanding.

"Of course, Western medicine also needs to be learned. Western medicine also has a lot to learn and learn from. In some respects, Western medicine is faster than our Chinese medicine, and the effect is more immediate."

Sanli's medical skills are currently 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 good and bad. They are two completely different systems. Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to meridians, qi and blood, and uses the theory of yin and yang and five behaviors. The two may have similarities, and even have similarities in many aspects, but if we really talk about it in detail, the two very different.

"Then do I have to change my name in the future and call Dr. Qiao?" Song Qingyuan was a little dazed looking at Sanli, who was wearing a white coat and talking freely, and said this for some reason.

"It's still very early!" Sanli said with a calm smile, "As far as my rudimentary knowledge is concerned, I've only learned a little bit from my uncle, and I'm still far behind!"

It was also quick to clean up, the two chatted for a while, Song Qingyuan took out the trash, Sanli closed the door of the hospital and locked it.

The medical center is not far from Wang Zhong's house, it can be reached on foot.

When the two got home, the courtyard door was wide open, the room was empty, and no one was seen. When Dahuang and Xiaohua heard Sanli's voice, they couldn't wait to go up to her, wagging their tails around Sanli. .

"Hey! Rhubarb and Xiaohua are still there!" Seeing the two dogs, Song Qingyuan was a little surprised, "How many years has it been?"

"Ten years or 11 years!" Sanli couldn't remember clearly. She only remembered that when I bought these two dogs, my uncle took them with me. At first, my uncle only liked rhubarb. Simei fell in love with Xiaohua, and she liked it so much that Wang Zhongcai paid for Xiaohua as well.

During these years, when Sanli and Simie lived in the hospital, Dahuang and Xiaohua watched over them every night. Sanli and Simie were the ones who had the deepest affection for these two dogs in the family.

"came back!"

The window of the kitchen was facing the yard, and Wang Zhong was kneading the dough on the chopping board in front of the window. The snow-white dough was constantly deforming under Wang Zhong's hands.

"Uncle, where's the elder brother?"

"I'm going to pick up Simei and Qiqi."

"That's right!" Wang Zhong put the kneaded noodles in the wooden basin, closed the lid, wiped his hands on the apron, and took out 30 yuan from his pocket: "It's just that the two of you are going to buy a few catties of pig ears together. , and get some cooked food, weigh half a catty of fried peanuts! Buy a few pots of flower carvings and come back!"

"it is good!"

Looking at that boy Song Qingyuan's eyes wishing they could grow on Sanli's body, and then looking at Sanli who was already slim and graceful, Wang Zhong couldn't help but feel that there was a girl in my family who had just grown up.

In the kitchen, Wang Zhong's work was not over yet, the water in the pot hadn't boiled yet, but the sauce was ready to be fried. From the refrigerator, he took out the fresh pork belly that Ma Suqin bought from the vegetable market in the morning, and took out a can of fried pork belly sent by Song Qingyuan. For the sauce, Wang Zhong first tasted it with chopsticks, then cut the pork belly and reprocessed the fried sauce.

When Yicheng came back with Simei and Qiqi, Wang Zhong's noodles were cooked, Sanli and Song Qingyuan helped to bring the noodles and fried sauce to the table, Wang Zhong opened a jar of freshly bought Huadiao wine, and gave a Cheng and Song Qingyuan each poured a bowl.

"Qingyuan, this meal, I will treat it as the master's cleaning up for you!" Wang Zhong had already picked up the wine bowl: "Come on! It's done!"

After drinking for three rounds, the fried noodles and pork head meat were almost eaten, and Wang Zhong was also slightly drunk, feeling a little tipsy.

Yicheng and Sanli were cleaning up the mess. Song Qingyuan wanted to help, but was rejected by the siblings. Besides, it was just cleaning up the dining table and kitchen, and there was not much work to do.

"Brother Qingyuan, Yanjing is so fun, why don't you stay in Yanjing and come back to Jinling?" Simei asked curiously on the sofa.

Last week, Wang Zhong and Ma Suqin just brought her, Sanli and Qiqi back from Yanjing. Apart from watching the concert, Wang Zhong led them to visit all the scenic spots in Yanjing. Simei was very happy, and I still think about it now.

"Yanjing is good, but I grew up in Jinling, and I still like Jinling more!" Song Qingyuan and the brothers and sisters of the Qiao family can be regarded as the same family, and they have known each other since they were young, and it has been more than ten years now, so you can say something My childhood sweetheart.

"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, and you had graduated by then, so we don't know where to find you!"

"Besides, you must have been busy looking for a job at that time. We were playing in the past, so why bother you!"

"Let me tell you, my brother-in-law is very familiar with Yanjing, and I suspect that he secretly went to Yanjing without telling us!" Simei leaned over to Song Qingyuan 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, "Is 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 really good..."

The more I talked, the more excited I became, I couldn't sit still, I couldn't help but was about to jump up, and was slapped back by Wang Zhong.

Simei, who was still too excited just now, immediately put her legs together, sat upright, put her hands on her thighs, and lowered her head, as if she had done something wrong.

"What the hell, what does he look like? Isn't he just a singer! If this was before, he would be just an actor, isn't he that good!"

"Only a little girl like you likes to watch it!"

"Who said that only little girls like to watch it? Fei Xiang is so handsome, and he sings so well. There are many people who like him." Although Simei is a little afraid of Wang Zhong, she also knows that Wang Zhong is not the kind of person who doesn't have a reason. He is a hands-on person, so as soon as Wang Zhong mentioned his idol, he couldn't wait to argue hard.

"Isn't it just singing? It's not the same as anyone! Besides, I think that guy's singing is also very ordinary!"

Wang Zhong still looked the same, but for Fei Xiang, Wang Zhong really didn't like him, maybe it was because of Simei's fanatical admiration for him, and a bit of dislike for him.

"Uncle!" Simei rolled her eyes, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and asked, "Uncle, is it possible that you can sing?"

"Singing is not easy!" There were already three empty altars beside them, two of which were drunk by Wang Zhong alone.

Yu Sheng had a smile on Simei's face, and said with a bit of yin and yang, "Then you sing a song for us!"

Wang Zhong glanced at Simei: "Just sing!"

"Qiqi! Go to the house and take out your fourth sister's guitar!"

Ever since Simei started learning vocal music, she hadn't lost any musical instruments. Wang Zhong had equipped her with a lot of musical instruments.

Wang Zhong knew very well that simply dancing was not enough to make a fortune 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!" Qi Qishu pushed open the door and entered the bedroom, took down the guitar hanging on the wall, took it out and handed it to Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong sat on the sofa, with his right leg resting on his leg, and the guitar hanging around his neck was placed on his right leg. His left hand held the strings, and his right hand touched the strings a few times. There were a few pleasing light noises.

"It's been a long time since I played, I'm a bit raw!"

The corner of Wang Zhong's mouth raised a smile, and his eyes were closed at some point.

Seeing Wang Zhong's skillful movements, the people in the room widened their eyes, pricked up their ears, and listened carefully.

"coming!"

Wang Zhong still had his eyes closed, the smile on his face was still there, and as he moved the strings with his right hand, the melodious tune sounded quietly.

"I once dreamed of walking the world with a sword

Look at the prosperity of the world
Young hearts are always frivolous

Now you are home

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As Wang Zhong's singing sounded, the room suddenly became quiet, only Wang Zhong's singing remained.

After singing a song, Wang Zhong left his hand from the strings and opened his eyes, feeling quite unsatisfied.

The few people in the room were already dumbfounded, staring at Wang Zhong in a daze.

Qi Qi was young and didn't have much exposure to things, so he just thought it was good, so he applauded first: "My uncle's singing is really good!"

Qiqi's applause and voice brought everyone back to reality.

"Uncle, whose song is this, why haven't you heard it?" After a round of applause, while shocked, Simei asked her doubts.

In fact, Wang Zhong's singing level is just so-so, not to the point of touching and fascinating, but this does not prevent an excellent song from showing its beauty.

"I wrote it myself, how could you have heard of it?" Wang Zhong stroked the strings of the piano, still thinking about the feeling just now.

Wang Zhong's guitar level is average, and his music level is only three. However, with the plug-in of the system, Wang Zhong can basically play a little bit of any instrument. Even if it is just a leaf, he can barely play a tune.

"Uncle, can you still write songs?" Simei was really shocked by Wang Zhong at this moment: "This is also... this is also..." Simei didn't know what to say.

"I know a lot more, do I have to tell you everything!"

"Master!" Song Qingyuan was also very surprised. He thought that his master's novels were well written and his martial arts skills were all, but he didn't expect...

"Is there anything else you don't know?" Song Qingyuan asked cautiously.

"There must be!" 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.

"Have a baby!" Wang Zhong said solemnly, "I don't know how to do this!"

puff!
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they realized that they were all amused by Wang Zhong.

"We won't do this either!" Song Qingyuan looked at Wang Zhong resentfully: "Master, is there anything else?"

Wang Zhong thought about it seriously, and said, "It seems that there is no more!"

Everyone looked at me, I looked at you, looked at each other in blank dismay, relatively speechless!

"Hahaha!" But after a while, Wang Zhong himself started laughing.

All of a sudden, the expressions on everyone's faces became even more exciting!
Wang Zhong plucked the strings again with his right hand, and said, "I'll give you another song "About Winter"."

"Gently I will leave you

请 将 眼角 泪拭 去
漫漫 长夜 里

in the future

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While everyone was looking at each other, the alcohol surged up and rushed straight to his forehead. Wang Zhong, who was already a little tipsy, started playing and singing again.

Yicheng, Song Qingyuan, and Sanli were slightly better. After being shocked, they adjusted their mentality and slowly listened to the singing. Only Simei looked at Wang Zhong, who was playing the guitar with his legs crossed and his arms in his arms, with beautiful eyes. Blooming in the unprecedented bright light.

Wang Zhong rolled his eyes silently, and the corner of his mouth raised an almost undetectable arc.

Small sample, not yet hooked!
(End of this chapter)