"Qiushan, if you leave, will you still pick sunflowers with me in the future?"

Zhong Yue looked at Sasha who was pulling the corner of her clothes and nodded.

"Then...will you still do your homework with me in the future?"

Zhong Yue nodded and saw tears in the corner of the little girl's eyes, so he helped wipe it off with his hands.

After Fu Guoqiang and Fu Guojun had enough food and meals, they came out of the house and saw the two big and small people saying goodbye. They smiled and said, "Silly child. Your brother Qiushan is not going to another province. He is just an illustrator in a magazine in the city. If you want to see him, you can go on weekends in the future. OK, don't behave like separation from life and death. Go, go to bed after you finish your homework."

Sasha rubbed the corners of her eyes and said, "Then I will follow you tomorrow morning."

"Okay, go to bed. Ajun, then I'll go to bed too. I'll stay in your house in Qiushan tonight. No one will clean up my house, so it's troublesome to have another night."

"Okay, brother. Go."

Zhong Yue followed Fu Guojun into the house. Fu Guojun's wife was packing up the dishes, glanced at Zhong Yue, and entered the kitchen without saying a word.

"Qiushan, sit down and I will give you that little thing."

Zhong Yue sat down.

The tidy table still had a greasy luster, so Zhong Yue did not lean his hand on it.

"These are all the medical expenses receipts for you for two years of hospitalization. My brother is not going to reveal them to you. However, as his younger brother, I think you are also an educated person, so you have also seen that our family background has been used for more than 30,000 in the past two years. More than 20,000 were my brother who saved it for Sasha to go to college, and ten thousand was my savings. I also know that you don't have money now, just want you to recall where you are from, and then see if the medical expenses can be reimbursed and recovered the losses. This is not an exaggeration, right?"

Zhong Yue nodded, took out a pen from his body, and wrote a few words on the paper.

"Will you pay it back yourself? Stop making trouble. Do you think you can really afford the medical expenses with a little illustrator's salary? Living in Ganzhou, rent, water, electricity, and transportation fees for commuting, etc. After a month, it would be good if you could have some money left. You are still thinking about paying off the 30,000 yuan. You are also a poor person. My brother said you don't have to pay it back, so forget it."

Zhong Yue didn't speak, but put away the documents.

When he arrived at the inner room, Zhong Yue locked the door and slowly took off the black veil wrapped around him.

The skin on his body is almost regaining elasticity. If his attending doctor has the view of this healing ability, it is a miracle of life science.

He sat on the bed and continued to use the Broken Mo Pian to absorb the meager ink rhyme of heaven and earth. After returning here, Zhong Yue felt that he was already in the forefront. However, in the past two years, he has been letting Mo Yun stimulate his muscles and skin, and trying to restore his physical functions, so that he can slowly recover from being paralyzed in bed to now roughly recovering his ability to take care of himself. No one knows that every night, Zhong Yue is doing something that goes back and forth all night.

"The system is repaired and the host can log in to the system."

Zhong Yue was stunned when he heard the sound of the long-lost voice. It has been two years since he was about to forget that he was still a systemic person. Since he returned, he has been unable to enter the system. Now that he has heard that the system has been repaired, he can finally enter the system.

It’s still a familiar interface, or a master who has been passed down from generation to generation. Zhong Yue is like meeting his relatives, preparing to meet those masters who are looking forward to it.

"I can finally say something, I'm suffocating." In the system, Zhong Yue had just teleported to the ground and realized that he could speak. After all, this is the embodiment of consciousness.

However, seeing Jin Nong, Zheng Banqiao, Wen Zhengming and Wang Xun playing mahjong on an Eight Immortals table, Wang Ximeng was clamoring to get started. This happy situation made Zhong Yue’s originally brewing “reunite” move instantly disappear.

"Oh, this ugly boy looks even more ugly than Lao Jin, sei?"

"Get out, am I greedy?"

Zhong Yue: “…”

He still felt that it would be better to remain silent and pretend to be deaf and dumb, and he was too lazy to deal with these big guys who seemed to have become more humane because of the system upgrade.

Click on the flashing taskbar, and a bunch of flashing task prompts trigger frantically.

"Complete the physical transmission and give you a 10,000 achievement point."

"Get the mutational worries-free fruit, include the system, and obtain 10,000 achievement points."

"There is a chance to win the lottery after entering the road."

Several triggered reward pop-ups popped up in one breath, which made Zhong Yue overwhelmed. After counting it carefully, in addition to the 190,000 achievement points, he also received two chances of lottery, which was quite rich. Unfortunately, there was no potion in the mall to restore his appearance. He could only rely on his own set of ink rhyme to stimulate his skin and he found the treatment method to recover. He didn't know if he could restore his previous appearance.

"Attribute bar, has this expanded?"

Zhong Yue clicked on the attribute column and saw the physical condition column.

“Meridians atrophy.”

It seems that it is no different from what I expected. It is indeed because of the atrophy of the meridians. He can also feel this. Fortunately, when he fell down, the bone was not crushed, otherwise he would have become disabled.

However, he found that his other attributes had increased a lot, especially the two data of mind and spirit. They were the most difficult to grow before, but this time it soared past 100. It seems that he has experienced the ups and downs of the world and has gained a lot of growth and open-mindedness in his understanding of life.

Now he has become more mature and calm.

Of course, the loss of voice also accounted for part of the reason, which made him turn more to thinking and feeling.

"Does the host choose to turn on the lottery?"

“Open.”

After Zhong Yue opened the lottery, he did not go to the lottery page to see what he had drawn, but instead approached several big shots to play mahjong.

"Where are you playing?"

"It's not your fault, being ugly is not your fault, being scary is not your fault, you say you've burned it like this, so why don't you wear a mask?"

"Sir, this is temporary. When the meridians are cleared, they will recover."

The sound of mahjong was clattering, "Then at least don't scare me before recovering. I'm not feeling good about my heart and can't bear the shock."

Although Zhong Yue heard that although he had the urge to lift the mahjong table, he heard the system prompted the lottery, so he didn't care about Wen Zhengming. He went directly to the lottery page and prepared to receive the prize to see what good things he had drawn this time.

He doesn't care much about what he can draw now, just to have fun. Since the nine powers of the gods and man became harmonious, even though he inherited the style of his predecessors, he still borrowed more than imitation. For example, Jin Nong's lacquer calligraphy, now that Zhong Yue wrote, compared with Jin Nong's original strokes, he still has a lot of his own things. His understanding of calligraphy is constantly going upwards and down to his original heart. Otherwise, the two kings of calligraphy would copy the style of the two kings, and the calligraphy would have long become single and boring.

"Oh, I've finally had bad luck for two years, and I finally got the bitterness and joy?"

Zhong Yue looked at the prize and said happily.
Chapter completed!