Who he was talking about, Miss Jun knew immediately.
Adults can still control their emotions, but it is difficult for children to pretend that nothing has happened. After all, they are father and daughter.
"He is very good-looking." She smiled and stretched out her hand to make signs. "He is so tall, a little thin, but very strong. He likes to sway when he walks."
As she spoke, she followed her master's example and walked a few steps before standing in front of Zhao Hanqing.
Zhao Hanqing was looking at her seriously, but when he saw her suddenly standing in front of him and taking a step back with dodgey eyes, he subconsciously raised his hand to cover his face.
"His eyes are the same as yours." Miss Jun continued, not retreating because of her avoidance, looking at her exposed eyes.
Zhao Hanqing glanced at her.
"He also painted a portrait of you." Miss Jun said softly, "He painted a portrait of you from childhood to now."
Zhao Hanqing's eyes seemed to be lit with fire, suspicion, shock, surprise, and uneasiness all intertwined.
"Do you want to take a look?" Miss Jun said softly, fearing that the louder voice would scare her away. Without waiting for her answer, she turned around and walked back to the rock to sit down, opened the medicine box and took out the note, "Your mother doesn't agree.
, I won’t embarrass you and won’t let you look at anything else. I’ll just take a look at your portrait and see if it looks like it.”
She was talking to herself, flipping through the pages of the notebook, until she stopped at the end.
The sound of rustling sounds gradually approached, and a shadow fell around him.
Miss Jun did not raise her head, but touched the portrait of a four or five-year-old girl on the paper.
"This, was it when you were a child?" she asked.
"This is not me." Zhao Hanqing said, and he was about to step back.
Miss Jun had already grabbed her arm and looked up at her.
"This is you." She said, turning the pages again with one hand, and found the last portrait of a fourteen-year-old or fifteen-year-old, "This is you."
Zhao Hanqing's expression became excited.
"Why is this me? I'm so ugly." She shouted, pointing to the portrait on the notebook, "She's so beautiful, I'm so ugly, I'm so ugly."
Miss Jun held her arm tightly.
"You are not ugly, you are sick. This is what you look like after you are cured." She said in a deep voice, "Your father painted you like you after you were cured."
Zhao Hanqing looked at her and then at the portrait, his chest heaving violently and his body trembling.
"Your father left just to treat you. He traveled to many places just to find medicine for you." Miss Jun continued, holding her arm tightly.
Zhao Hanqing stared at the portrait for a moment, then turned to Miss Jun.
"What about him? Why doesn't he come back?" She asked. Although it was a question, her eyes could not hide the expectation.
Because he died, Miss Jun's throat hurt.
"Because there is still a medicine that has not been found." She said with a serious expression, "But the prescription has been found. I will treat you first. When your father comes back and gets the last medicine, your disease will be completely cured."
Zhao Hanqing looked at her doubtfully.
"You should also know that dad is very powerful." Miss Jun looked at her and said.
Zhao Hanqing lowered his eyes.
Everyone here knows how powerful that man is. His story is told every day, and even a few years old can recite it by heart.
"He is very powerful, very powerful." Miss Jun's voice continued to ring in her ears, "Since he painted you so beautifully, you will definitely become this beautiful. If you don't believe me, don't you still believe in him? History,
Just let me see you."
After she said this, there was silence between the two of them.
The silence was short-lived, and the next moment Zhao Hanqing reached out and pulled off the mask.
"I don't believe him." She said, looking at Miss Jun, "I believe you."
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The night was deep, the lights in the house were still bright, and a soft sound came from the other side.
Miss Jun turned around and saw Liu'er, who was sleeping outside, sweeping down the pillow.
Miss Jun smiled and got up and walked over to put it away for her. Liu'er didn't wake up. She muttered something in her sleep, turned over and wrapped herself tightly in the quilt.
Miss Jun stood in front of the cases again and rubbed her sore eyes.
She finally understood the few words recorded in her master's handwriting, and even thought about the meaning of some complicated illnesses, which were more or less related to chrysanthemum sores like Zhao Hanqing's.
The name chrysanthemum sore was also mentioned in the manuscript.
It's not obvious when she's born. As she gets older, for a girl, having it on her face will ruin her life. Not to mention, it will get worse and maybe it will happen at some point.
Took a life.
For Master, a smart and proud man, it was really a big blow that this disease appeared in his daughter and he couldn't cure it.
That’s why you left home, and you will never come back if you can’t find the cure?
Miss Jun sighed.
There is no doubt that the Ziyingxian strain is for Zhao Hanqing's disease, but one or two strains are obviously not enough.
The master is not enough, and she is not enough now.
And it can't be cured by just relying on the Ziying Fairy Strain. Miss Jun rubbed her face and thought slowly, since Master has already started looking for medicine, there must be a way. The random information in this handbook
If you do more research, you will definitely be able to find a prescription.
The lights in the house were extinguished one by one, and the night in the mountain village fell into silence.
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"How did you make Uncle Ironfoot's feet?"
Hearing the sound, Miss Jun raised her head and looked at the girl squatting on the tree.
"It's very troublesome but also very simple." She smiled, carefully dug out a herb, "boiled beef tendons to make the legs, and forged iron to make the skeleton."
With a pop sound, Zhao Hanqing jumped down from the tree.
Miss Jun was shocked when she first saw her, but she got used to seeing her every day in the past few days. This girl was running around the mountains and jumping among the treetops very easily and casually.
Xia Yong's wife said that because of the sores on her face, the mother and daughter have been living in the mountains. Zhao Hanqing has not interacted with the villagers. He has been playing alone in the mountains since he was a child. Yang Jing has always taken him hunting and taught some skills.
.
Climbing trees is not a difficult task for people who enjoy mountains.
"Did he teach you this?" Zhao Hanqing asked.
"Yes." Miss Jun nodded and smiled again, "He taught me more than that. I didn't pay attention to many of them at the time, but later I realized how important skills they are."
Zhao Hanqing looked down at his hands.
"He likes you very much." She said, "You are so good-looking."
Miss Jun put down the shovel in her hand and stood up.
"First of all, he didn't like me very much." She said, "Furthermore, he didn't leave you because you were good-looking or not. Finally, you are not ugly, you were just sick. He left you because he liked you."
Zhao Hanqing raised his eyes and looked at her quickly.
"I don't like you, so why do I teach you so much?" she asked.
Miss Jun blinked.
"Because I pestered him, he couldn't help it." She said, laughing again, "Actually, he hates me."
Zhao Hanqing rarely interacted with people, so he felt a little confused by such words.
The ones you like will leave, but the ones you hate will stay with you?
"Don't think so much, let's just work." Miss Jun patted her on the shoulder, "You can help too."
"Me? How can I help?" Zhao Hanqing said, "I don't know how to take medicine to treat diseases."
Miss Jun put her arm around her shoulders and pointed to a tree.
"Did you see a cicada on that tree?" she said.
The mountain forests in late autumn are lush with leaves and colors, and are dazzling when the morning light shines on them.
After Miss Jun finished speaking, Zhao Hanqing nodded.
"You can go up the tree and catch five of them for me..." Miss Jun said.
Before she could finish her words, Zhao Hanqing took out something from his waist and threw it away. With a rapid neighing sound, the cicada fell from the tree.
Miss Jun was stunned.
"You don't have to climb the tree, that's fine." Zhao Hanqing said.
Miss Jun came back to her senses and looked at her.
"You are so amazing." She said with surprise on her face.
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Well, they say it’s slow, so let’s add an update. (To be continued)