"Evil spirit..." Ye Haoxuan was startled and immediately found the problem.
This plum blossom portrait was painted by Lin Congwen himself. He liked calligraphy and painting and was quite confident in his calligraphy and painting. Ye Haoxuan's quiet flattery immediately put him in a good mood.
I didn't feel the change in Ye Haoxuan's expression.
He laughed and said: "I didn't expect that Xiaoye is also an elegant person. This painting was made by me and is not elegant."
It was true that he was in a good mood. Due to business needs, the friends Lin Jianye brought back were all from the government office, and most of them were unlearned and unskilled people. Who could be as knowledgeable as Ye Haoxuan?
The two chatted happily, and before they knew it, it was time for dinner.
At this time, a middle-aged lady came in and said with a smile: "Congwen, you see you can't stop talking once you start talking. It's time to eat."
This middle-aged lady is none other than Lin Jianye’s mother, Shen Xiuying.
Lin Congwen patted his head and said: "Look at my memory, Xiaoye, get ready to eat and try my aunt's cooking." Then he went to wash his hands.
And Lin Jianye asked: "How is it?"
Ye Haoxuan glanced at the ancient painting next to the plum blossom picture just now, and said calmly: "The problem is in that painting."
"This is a painting my dad just got. He likes it very much. What's wrong with it?" Lin Jianye asked.
"Evil spirit." Ye Haoxuan said, and the food was already served.
Ye Haoxuan made a reassuring expression to Lin Jianye, then went to the bathroom to wash his hands and serve food.
Although the Lin family has tens of billions of assets, except for the luxurious villa, there is nothing extraordinary about it. There is not even a servant in the family, and Lin Jianye's mother does everything.
It has to be said that Lin Jianye's mother is good at cooking. Although it is not rich, the dishes are exquisite and delicious, and Ye Haoxuan is full of praise for the food.
Although they didn't understand why Lin Jianye brought a person with no family background to his home as a guest, Lin Jianye's parents knew that there must be something unusual about the person their son brought back.
When he was almost done eating, Lin Congwen put down his chopsticks, then took out a medicine bottle from one side, poured out a white medicine, and drank it.
Ye Haoxuan also put down his chopsticks and said: "My uncle has a migraine. It is not good for him to just take sleeping and sedative drugs. If it goes on for a long time, it will definitely become more and more serious."
Lin Congwen was stunned. He didn't know how Ye Haoxuan knew that he had migraines. His son probably wouldn't tell him this. He looked at Lin Jianye subconsciously, and Lin Jianye shook his head to indicate that he hadn't said that.
"Xiaoye, how did you know that I have migraine?" Lin Congwen asked as he took the medicine.
Ye Hao
For a long time, there is no other way."
Lin Congwen and his wife were surprised and looked at each other, wondering how Ye Haoxuan knew so much.
Ye Haoxuan continued: "If I guess correctly, my uncle's problem only started half a year ago."
Lin Congwen nodded and said, "Yes, it only started half a year ago. How do you know so clearly, Xiaoye?"
Ye Haoxuan smiled and said: "My grandpa comes from a family of traditional Chinese medicine. I have been learning medical skills from him since I was a child. Until he passed away a few years ago, I know a little about traditional Chinese medicine. I can see something is wrong from my uncle's energy, so I make wild guesses. Uncle, don't be offended.
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Lin Congwen waved his hand and said, "No, you are right."
He sighed and said, "Just like what you said, I started to have this problem about half a year ago. Every time I had a splitting headache after lunch, I saw many doctors, even the big players in the capital.
But there was no solution.”
The strange thing about this disease is that he only attacks it after eating at noon, and the rest of the time he acts like a normal person.
"Xiaoye, you are studying medicine. Since you can see so carefully, your medical skills must be extraordinary. I wonder if you can do something?" Shen Xiuying asked with her eyes shining.
Ye Haoxuan smiled and said: "There is a way."
"What can I do?" they both asked in surprise and joy.
Lin Jianye looked at Ye Haoxuan expectantly, thinking that Ye Haoxuan's medical skills were really extraordinary. He didn't even have a pulse, so he saw what was wrong with his father.
Ye Haoxuan said: "Strictly speaking, my uncle's disease cannot be regarded as a disease. Medicine and stone are ineffective. Currently, the best way is to take sleeping pills to fall asleep."
"It's not a disease? Then why do I have a splitting headache that can kill me?" Several people looked at Ye Haoxuan in confusion.
"The problem lies in uncle's painting of ladies from the Tang Dynasty." As soon as Ye Haoxuan said this, the three of them were shocked.
"That painting? Xiaoye, are you kidding me? It's just a painting. How could I get such a strange disease?"
Ye Haoxuan smiled and said: "Maybe uncle doesn't know the origin of this painting."
Lin Congwen nodded and said: "This painting was obtained by chance and was not painted by anyone else."
He motioned to Shen Xiuying to take the painting, and then continued: "I have always liked calligraphy and painting. I saw that the painting was good and the ladies in the painting were lifelike, so I bought it."
"Uncle, think about it, when did this strange headache begin?" Ye Haoxuan asked.
Lin Congwen speeded up and couldn't help but be surprised. He had been suffering from headaches for a lot of time, more than half a year ago, and this painting was bought from a street stall half a year ago.
And Shen Xiuying came back and said, "I've had this strange headache for half a year."
Lin Congwen nodded, looked at Ye Haoxuan, and motioned for him to continue.
Ye Hao
He was proud of his work, but when he died, his resentment for not being able to appreciate his talent was attached to this painting. Over time, it developed and became an evil spirit."
As soon as Ye Haoxuan's words came out, except Lin Jianye, Lin Congwen and his wife were all surprised.
"Evil spirit... this is a superstitious term." Lin Congwen never believed in those stories about gods and monsters, and he was immediately unhappy.
And Shen Xiuying pushed him and said: "Don't interrupt, listen to Xiaoye, there are some things that I would rather believe that he has."
Lin Jianye also said on the side: "Yes, Dad, let's listen to Ye Haoxuan tell us what's going on."
Ye Hao
The invisible and colorless energy affected my uncle's body, and along the way, Lin Jianye's luck was also affected."
Lin Congwen was taken aback, and felt vaguely relieved. Lin Jianye had been having bad luck in the past six months, and he knew this.