Ding Fan looked at Xiang Aijuan carefully and realized that it was indeed a cold that would heal on its own within two days.
But now it looked bluish-white, and there was an element of fright. Ding Fan asked, "Auntie, do you always have sweating and irregular heartbeat in the afternoon?"
"Yes, but I've had this problem since I was young." Xiang Aijuan said disapprovingly.
"Auntie, you are scared. If you believe me, I can help you deal with it simply."
"Oh, I'm really scared. I've been with Lao Qin all day, but I still feel like I'm in a trance." Xiang Aijuan did not deny it and sighed slightly.
"Xiao Ding, do you know how to heal?" Qin Zhi asked in surprise.
"It's all folk acupuncture. It can handle minor problems." Ding Fan said modestly.
"Aijuan, let Xiao Ding try it."
Qin Zhi already believed in Ding Fan's ability. He also found that his lover had been distracted all day long. It was not surprising that anyone else would be frightened when they got up from the bed and suddenly found a stranger in the house.
Ding Fan took the silver needle with him, and Qin Zhi found alcohol cotton for disinfection.
Then, Ding Fan asked Xiang Aijuan to lie down on the sofa. She was still a little nervous, "Does it hurt?"
"You are so old and you are still so pretentious!" Qin Zhi joked with a smile.
Ding Fan did not answer, but quickly performed acupuncture on several acupuncture points on the back of his head in order, which took less than ten minutes.
Xiang Aijuan is still very sensitive to pain, but this time it is different. After the slight pain, her mind is as peaceful as ever. When Xiang Aijuan got up from the sofa, she seemed to be a different person, with a calm mood.
, I am in high spirits, I sniffed my nose twice, and my nose is no longer stuffy. Even my cold is gone!
"Xiao Ding, thank you, auntie, but I can only serve you home-cooked food. I feel sorry for you." Xiang Aijuan said sincerely.
"Hey, it's a small effort, but it's not worth mentioning. Don't mention it, I'm really hungry." Ding Fan smiled and covered his stomach, and the couple quickly asked Ding Fan to sit down.
Ding Fan wanted to drive and not drink, so Ding Fan did not let go of the bottle of good wine to help Qin Zhi save some hard-earned inventory. While eating the food, Ding Fan praised Xiang Aijuan's cooking skills. He was not booing, she was really better than his sister.
The level is several levels higher.
Xiang Aijuan was naturally happy that the guests liked it, and she was busy helping Ding Fan pick up the food.
"Xiao Ding, you are not very old, where did you learn how to read and treat diseases?" Qin Zhi asked.
"I have a master who has studied in the mountains for ten years. I just came down from the mountains not long ago. I have delayed my studies because of this. I am ashamed that I only graduated from elementary school." Ding Fan said without hiding it.
"No wonder, this is a true biography." Qin Zhi praised, and then said: "I usually like to study the Book of Changes. To be honest, I have a lot of prejudice against fortune telling and divination. I always feel that it is unreliable. Today you asked me
Changed perspective.”
"Existence is reasonable, I don't know if this is correct or not," Ding Fan said.
"Haha, I heard it. As a primary school graduate, your cultural literacy is not low." Qin Zhi smiled happily.
"This child's orifices are exquisite and translucent. I like it when I look at it. He is much better than you old scholars!" Xiang Aijuan said, then she gave Ding Fan a piece of steamed eggplant, "Xiao Ding, try this.
"
Ding Fan put the steamed eggplant into his mouth and nodded repeatedly, "The eggplant is very tender and retains its original flavor as much as possible. The key is that the sauce is amazing and full of flavor. You can't eat it in a hotel. I guess it's Auntie
Its exclusive secret recipe.”
Xiang Aijuan laughed loudly and said happily, "Look at how naughty this kid is! Some people can't taste the food even after eating it for a lifetime!"
"Xiao Ding, we must communicate more in the future!" Qin Zhidao.
Xiang Aijuan was not interested in the rest of the chat, so she left the table early and went back to her room to rest. Qin Zhi got very excited and talked about the "Book of Changes", of course from a high-level perspective, focusing on the theoretical and humanistic aspects.
.
Ding Fan also knew the "Book of Changes" by heart, which was one of the compulsory courses on the mountain. The two had a very good chat, and they inevitably had small disputes about certain points. However, the more they argued, the more they understood, and they both felt that they had benefited a lot.
From time to time bursts of laughter erupted from the table.
Qin Zhi was undoubtedly a well-educated scholar. It was the first time in his life that he had such a happy and in-depth conversation with a young man.
Unconsciously, the conversation lasted until around nine o'clock in the evening. Ding Fan said goodbye. Qin Zhi was a little reluctant to leave. He stood up and pointed to the bookcase and said: "Xiao Ding, a home-cooked dinner cannot be regarded as a thank you. Over the years, I have also collected it."
Some rare things, you can just pick something and take it away."
"How can that be done? After learning so much knowledge from Director Qin, I have already made a lot of money." Ding Fan waved his hand and declined.
"Every year, many artists come to the art museum to hold exhibitions, but I never accept gifts from them. These things are really obtained from the second-hand market. I only have one daughter, and I don't need much expenses. I only have my usual savings.
All spent on collecting.”
Qin Zhi's explanation was to show Ding Fan that there was no problem with the origin of these things and they were innocent. As for the value, it was hard to say.
"Director Qin, there is no need to be so polite. Helping others is also a blessing for myself." Ding Fan refused.
Qin Zhi thought for a while, opened the bookcase, and took out a thin booklet from the inner compartment. The paper was thread-bound and the paper was scorched. He said: "To be honest, I can't understand this book. Since you also have knowledge of ancient Chinese."
For research, why not take it back and have a look, and we will communicate in a timely manner if we find anything."
Ding Fan took the booklet. There was no title on the cover. He carefully opened the page and found that it was all filled with tadpole writing. It looked quite strange. Furthermore, this was a purely handwritten book.
"Where did this book come from?" Ding Fan asked.
"I bought it at the second-hand market for 1,800 yuan. The other party said it was oracle bone inscriptions. I don't think so. It might be the writing of an ancient tribe. Of course, writing on such paper must have been done by later generations. According to murals or pottery
Take the picture and draw the gourd! I can't understand these words, but they don't look like they were made randomly. You can see that these strokes have a fixed direction. I guess they are some kind of writing." Qin Zhidao.
Ding Fan couldn't understand either, but these words gave him a very uncomfortable feeling. There must be a mystery hidden in them. What's even more special is that after opening the Dharma Eyes, the words seemed to be covered with a veil, making it difficult to see clearly.
!
"Thank you very much, curator. It's better to obey your orders than to be respectful. I'll take it back and have a look. If I find any new discoveries, I'll communicate with you in time." Ding Fan accepted it.
"Don't be anxious, I'm waiting for your good news." Qin Zhi said happily.
Opening the door and seeing the old security door standing outside, Qin Zhi smiled sheepishly, "My wife is used to being thrifty, so I asked the door replacement master to take it away, but she refused to let it go and kept it in the way."
"My aunt is diligent and thrifty in running the house, but she is a prosperous husband."
Qin Zhi laughed again and sent Ding Fan downstairs, then reluctantly turned around and went upstairs. Ding Fan drove the car back to Hengfu Building. Along the way, he was a little distracted, and there were always those things in front of his eyes.
Weird text.
Ding Fan came to the conclusion that this book should not be read at night. It is best to read it at noon, when Yang Qi is abundant.