After such a commotion for so long, it was already dark.
I went back to the bedroom and sat on the bed and started practicing Qi.
I haven't been to the studio for two days, and it's already dawn. If I sleep, I guess the studio will have to be closed for another day. Fortunately, meditating and practicing Qi is another way to rest. After being completely immersed, fatigue can also be eliminated.
Of course this method cannot be used all the time.
At eight o'clock in the morning, after freshening up, I had a bowl of hot dry noodles at the breakfast shop at the entrance of the community, and then walked towards Yuanqi Pavilion with Sean.
Sean loved the fresh air and sunshine in the early morning. He ran and jumped very fast along the way.
After a while we arrived at the entrance of Yuanqi Pavilion.
A middle-aged man stood at the door of the Tung Ling Pavilion, well-dressed, looking up at the plaque hanging on the door of the Tung Ling Pavilion.
Seeing this, I didn’t say much. The mahogany plaque that Xiao Han got for me was really eye-catching. The color of the plaque was red and oily, not only the color was dazzling but also the texture was clear. What was written on the plaque was “Origin of Spiritualism”
The five characters "ge" should have been written by Xiao Han's calligraphy master. The font is like a horse jumping off the reins and flying into the sky, elegant and extraordinary.
Yuanqi Pavilion has been open for so many days, and there are calligraphy enthusiasts or people who like wood who stop to look at the plaque every day because they are curious about it.
Seeing me holding the key and opening the door, the middle-aged man stepped back and looked me up and down.
After opening the store door, Sean rushed in first. I put away the key and was about to go in when the middle-aged man suddenly spoke: "Hello, are you Mr. Hu Ling, the psychic?"
I stopped and turned to look at him with a professional smile.
Knowing my name, it turns out that I didn’t come here for this plaque.
"Hello, I'm Hu Ling!" I said.
"This plaque of yours is not simple. It is a fine small-leaf red sandalwood. Such a large piece of wood is worth one or two million, right?" The man looked up at the plaque with some fascination.
I couldn't help but be surprised. I didn't expect that the plaque Xiao Han got for me was so valuable.
But I didn't show my surprise on my face, I smiled at him and said, "Sir, do you want to see me for anything?"
"Oh, well, I do have something to do with Mr. Hu. My name is Feng Li, and Gui Liang introduced me here. This is my business card." The man said, taking out a business card from his body, holding it with both hands and handing it over.
I.
Gui Liang, the owner of A Liang Leather Shop on Pedestrian Street, the person who transferred the Bagula amulet to Li Yang.
After Li Yang's matter was settled, Guiliang called me to tell me that his wife's health suddenly improved and that she no longer had nightmares at night. After expressing his gratitude to me, he also transferred 300,000 yuan to me, which I casually
I transferred 200,000 yuan to the student fund card in Teacher Zuo’s hand.
I took the business card from Feng Li's hand and glanced down. It said "Dingli Furniture Factory" in black characters. Feng Li's identity was the director of the factory.
"Come in and talk!" I nodded to Feng Li and invited him into the store.
When Feng Li passed the door, there was no movement on the string of chalcedony wind chimes.
I used to light the incense in the incense burner, make a cup of scented tea for Feng Li, and invite him to sit down at the tea table.
After sitting down, I looked at him and said, "Mr. Feng came here so early in the morning to evaluate my door plaque, right? If you have anything to say, please tell me."
Feng Li smiled and nodded, "I really didn't come here for your plaque. I heard Guiliang said you were young, but I didn't expect you to be so young."
I smiled and looked at him without saying anything.
Feng Li felt that his words were somewhat contemptuous of me. He raised his hand and took a sip of water and said: "I don't mean to distrust Mr. Hu because he is young. I just feel that I am too curious. Guiliang said that Mr. Hu is really serious."
Sir, I am here to ask Mr. Hu to help me take a look at my son."
I nodded and asked, "What happened to your son?"
"I got sick some time ago, and no problem was found when I went to the hospital. My child's mother and I thought we must be possessed by evil spirits," Feng Li said.
Feng Li's son is Feng Jing, who has just turned sixteen this year and is a freshman in high school at a private middle school in Jiangyang.
Since Feng Li's furniture factory was very profitable, neither he nor his wife had any extra time to take care of Feng Jing, so they let the child board at school starting from the second grade of junior high school.
That private middle school is a well-known aristocratic school in Jiangzhou City. The conditions are excellent. Although it is a boarding school, each boarding student has a separate dormitory with a bathroom.
It's just that the fees are more expensive. The boarding fee alone costs RMB 3,800 per semester.
But Feng Li's family has good conditions, so the money is nothing to him.
Feng Jing has always been a very well-behaved child. Although her family conditions are good, she has not developed a spoiled character. She has rarely been worried about since she was a child. She has always been among the best in studies and can take care of herself in life. Her only shortcoming is that she is timid.
The girl is still young, almost sixteen years old. When she hears her neighbors quarreling, she will be frightened and close the doors and windows tightly.
Since Feng Jing was studying boarding, the couple shifted their focus to the furniture factory. Feng Jing would only spend two days at home with her son every weekend when she returned home, and continued to work on Mondays.
This kind of life style is very good. It not only enjoys the warmth of family but also takes into account work. In the past two years, the business of the furniture factory has been getting better and better. Feng Jing is also very successful. Both in study and life, he and his wife have not let him down as always.
Worry.
However, one weekend just a month ago, after Feng Li picked up his son from school, he discovered that something was not right with him.
In the past, Feng Jing always talked and laughed with his parents when he came home, but this time he came back and kept silent. When he and his wife asked about his son's school, Feng Jing looked impatient, and in the end he didn't even eat dinner.
, went directly back to the bedroom to sleep.
Originally, Feng Jing was supposed to be sent back to school on Sunday night, but that night Feng Jing said she had a headache and went back on Monday morning. Unexpectedly, on Monday morning, no matter how Feng Li and his wife called their son to get up, Feng Jing stayed in bed and refused.
stand up.
There was no reason or reason. When I asked him anything, he just shook his head. In the end, he was so anxious that Feng Jing covered his head with the quilt, hid in the quilt and started to cry.
When Feng Jing cried like this, Feng Li and his wife were completely dumbfounded. How could such a well-behaved and obedient child suddenly become like this?
The child does not appear to be sick, does not have a fever, eats and drinks normally, and has no obvious illness except for lethargy and abnormal mood.
But Feng Li and his wife were not at ease after all. They patiently coaxed Feng Jing all morning, coaxed Feng Jing out of bed, and took her to the hospital for a physical examination.
After a full body examination, Feng Jing was not sick. Finally, a doctor reminded Feng Li and his wife that adolescent children are prone to adolescent depression and suggested that they take the child for a psychological examination.
The doctor's advice made Feng Li and his wife's hearts sink into ice. They only have one son, Feng Jing, and all their efforts and struggles are for this only son. If they really suffer from depression, their world will change with their son.