After Jin Bianran finished speaking, Jin's father and Jin Bianlu stopped talking and ate quietly.
Uncle Jin, who was unshaven, held his chopsticks and put a piece of food into his mouth. Then, he looked at Jin Ran and asked vaguely, "Aren't you very busy? Why are you back?"
"Come back and discuss something with your father." Jin Bingran answered Uncle Jin's words and looked at Jin's father, "It's about the law of care. Did grandpa tell you about it?"
Jin's father had food in his mouth, so he didn't speak, but nodded slightly.
"Then let's wait until you finish eating." Jin Bianran didn't bother Jin's father to eat anymore.
"What about the mind method? What mind method? What's wrong with the mind method?" Uncle Jin continued to talk vaguely to Jin Bianran regardless of whether there was food in his mouth or not.
"There is no need to worry about mental matters, but you, uncle..." Jin Bianran did not answer his question, but asked Uncle Jin, "Didn't I find the heir? I came back so soon. Could it be that he has found one?"
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When Uncle Jin heard this, his face immediately drooped, "Stop talking about it, I feel so heartbroken when I talk about it."
Jin Bianran raised his eyebrows slightly, but did not ask any more questions.
It's not that he's not curious, but that he knows that even if he doesn't ask, his uncle will take the initiative to tell him.
Sure enough, within half a minute, Uncle Jin spoke up, "I took my precious writing brush and traveled to so many cities, set up so many stalls, and met so many people, but no one knew the goods."
"After all, a little girl came along who was interested in the money. As a result, guess what? She actually, actually..." As he spoke, Uncle Jin suddenly stopped and shook his head with hatred.
, picked up a piece of food with chopsticks, put it into his mouth, took a few bites, and then continued to mumble, "She actually wants to use my precious brush to draw talismans."
After Uncle Jin finished speaking, Jin Lu, who was eating quietly, paused, raised his eyes, and glanced at him quickly.
"What are you looking at? It's the kind of talisman you think of, the kind you like to draw the most, the kind of talisman you magic sticks use to do magic." Uncle Jin gave Jin Shilu a fierce look, with the same hatred in his eyes.
Not steel.
Jin Tierulu just pretended not to see him and continued to eat quietly.
"What kind of looks, one or two, they all want to use my brush to draw talismans." Uncle Jin muttered to himself while putting vegetables in his mouth, biting them hard.
Of this generation of the Jin family, he is most optimistic about Jin Lu and his sister's nineteen-year-old son.
I originally wanted to choose one of the two to inherit his mantle and pass his precious brush to one of them.
As a result, one wanted to use his strokes to draw talisman, and the other, imitating it, ran away from home and couldn't find anyone.
Jin Bianran listened to Uncle Jin's casual thoughts and chuckled, "You can make two magic sticks look at your brush at the same time. I never thought that this brush might be suitable for drawing talismans?"
Uncle Jin: "..."
He glanced at Jin Bianran with a faint look, "If you don't know how to speak, don't speak."
When Jin Ran heard this, the smile on his lips did not change, but he did not speak any more.
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After the meal, Jin Bianran, Jin's uncle and Jin's father went to the study together.
Jin Bianran told the two of them what Gu Zhiqi had told him, that the Jin family's leg disease was related to the dual-path practice and that there might be problems with their mental methods.
By the way, I asked Jin's father and uncle Jin for their opinions, "Grandpa has already agreed, let me ask your opinions."
After hearing this, Jin's father fell into a long silence.
After hearing this, Uncle Jin waved his hands nonchalantly and said, "Since Dad agreed, what opinions can we have?"
I'm stuck. I'll give you two first. I'm still working on the rest. I don't know when I'll finish them. I'll look at them when I get up tomorrow morning.
