Downstairs at Tan Lingling's house, Zhang Xiaogang was leaning next to the car, smoking a cigarette, and looking upstairs from time to time.
After a long time, Tan Lingling came down from upstairs, without even changing into her pajamas, and came straight down to see Zhang Xiaogang.
Zhang Xiaogang knew that Tan Lingling had no respect for him at all, and women only look good to please themselves. If Chen Wei came now, would Tan Lingling come down to see Chen Wei with her hair disheveled?
"Why are you still here?" Tan Lingling said angrily, the subtext is indeed, do you still have the nerve to come?
Zhang Xiaogang raised the phone in his hand: "Haven't you always wanted to know whether Chen Wei likes you? Now, I will give you the answer."
As Zhang Xiaogang spoke, he turned on his cell phone, and there was a recording of the time they were eating in the restaurant. Tan Lingling listened nervously.
"Okay, this is what you said. Then I will open the skylight and speak frankly. I ask you, do you like Tan Lingling?" Zhang Xiaogang's voice.
"It seems you still don't believe me!" Chen Wei's voice.
"No, I absolutely believe you. I just want to know, from when you were in school to now, have you ever liked Tan Lingling, and have you ever thought about being with her?"
"No, you know that at that time, I only had this in my heart."
"I know that you only had Xiao Yu in your heart at that time, but you didn't know what you were thinking at that time! Tan Lingling liked you, not just like you. I couldn't help it, so I did those things. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."
"What did you do?"
After the recording was played here, Zhang Xiaogang turned off his mobile phone. He saw that the expression on Tan Lingling's face was very ugly and her body was trembling slightly.
Zhang Xiaogang knew that it was cruel to do so, but wasn't what Tan Lingling did to him cruel? Since he couldn't get Tan Lingling, he would also hurt Tan Lingling severely.
"Now, you should know! Chen Wei has never liked you."
"Get out of here, I don't want to see you again."
"Okay, I can leave, but let me tell you, Tan Lingling, one day you will regret it." Zhang Xiaogang said, turned around and walked towards the car.
After her death, Tan Lingling burst into tears. The person she had loved so much for so many years actually didn't love her at all. That's not right, that's not right, things shouldn't be like this. What Chen Wei said must not be true. He said that on purpose.
Zhang Xiaogang heard it.
Zhang Xiaogang drove the car, expecting to get the pleasure of revenge, but he couldn't feel that feeling at all, and he felt even more uncomfortable.
Tan Lingling never had him in her heart, just as Chen Wei never had Tan Lingling in his heart.
I don't know when the three of them started to fall into this love triangle that never came to fruition.
As the car drove through the downtown area, Zhang Xiaogang was heartbroken. His love died today. Over the years, he had been anesthetizing himself. He felt that one day, Tan Lingling would like him. He even thought about dating Tan Lingling first.
Lingling gets married, and after getting married, she will have a vigorous love affair, and when she has children, Tan Lingling will definitely be devoted to her.
However, he was wrong, he didn't even have any hope of marrying Tan Lingling.
He went to Chen Wei not only to ask for forgiveness, he didn't want Tan Lingling to be the first to let Chen Wei know what he had done in the past. The main reason why he went to Chen Wei was to record Chen Wei saying he didn't like it.
Tan Lingling.
Tan Lingling inserted a knife into his heart, and he wanted to insert a knife into Tan Lingling's heart.
Now, he succeeded, he saw Tan Lingling's heartbroken look, he wanted Tan Lingling to know this feeling of pain, he didn't want to bear this pain alone.
I believe Tan Lingling is in more pain than him now.
He parked the car, walked home, closed the door, and was about to walk to his room when he saw that the light in grandpa's room was still on. He knocked on the door and walked in.
Grandpa sat on the bed, closed his eyes slightly, and whispered: "You are back."
"Grandpa, I'm back."
"Come here and sit down next to grandpa."
Zhang Xiaogang stood still, as if he was making a final decision.
"Son, what's wrong with you?" Grandpa Zhang opened his eyes and looked at his darling grandson.
With a plop, Zhang Xiaogang knelt down in front of Zhang Weiyong. Zhang Weiyong was startled at first, but suddenly understood, his surprise turned into joy, and he said with a smile: "Have you decided?"
"Grandpa, you said that if one day I am willing to learn from you, you will teach me all the Zhang family's secrets. Now I want to learn. Are you still willing to teach me?"
"Silly boy, what is Grandpa's wish? It's just that your foundation is too poor, I'm afraid!"
Zhang Xiaogang stood up, took his grandfather's silver needle from the side, held the needle in one hand, stretched out his other arm, and expertly inserted a few needles into his arm, and looked up at Zhang Weiyong: "Grandpa, how are you doing?"
Zhang Weiyong was overjoyed: "Son, when did you practice this?"
"Grandpa, actually my dad has been urging me. A few years ago, when I didn't live with you, my dad not only forced me to learn Chinese medicine, but also forced me to practice acupuncture. But I'm not very interested in these, so I
I moved here because I wanted to have some peace and quiet, but every day I would be called to the traditional Chinese medicine clinic to practice. I don’t tell you this because I’m afraid you would drag me along to learn our Zhang family’s unique skills.”
"I see, I always thought that there was no successor to our Zhang family's unique skills. I didn't expect that my grandson's level of acupuncture is already so high. Okay, that's great." Although Zhang Weiyong said this, he still couldn't hide his deep feeling.
He looked worried, his son was really cunning! He knew that he would not pass on the Zhang family’s secret knowledge to him, so he worked hard to train Zhang Xiaogang from a young age. Once his son learned it, it would be the same to him.
Zhang Weiyong has read countless people in his life and is very accurate in judging people, but he can't see through his own son.
If it hadn't been for that incident, I'm afraid Zhang Weiyong would have given all his money to him. After all, he is his biological son! Such a huge industry has been given to him, but Zhang Weiyong is really unwilling to hand it over to his son for fear of the Zhang family's unique skills.
He harms others and himself.
"Grandpa, I have always had a question in my mind."
"I know what you want to ask me. I don't want to answer this question. Your dad knows it himself."
"I heard it was because of a woman, right?"
Zhang Weiyong was shocked: "How did you know?"
Zhang Xiaogang smiled secretly: "There is no airtight wall in this world, let alone my father's romantic affair, of course I have to care about it."
"Bad boy, you'd better pay less attention to these things in the future. You still have a lot to learn from me?" Grandpa Zhang patted the bedside and said to Zhang Xiaogang: "Come sit here and I will tell you about our Zhang family today.
A unique skill."
"Is this the beginning?"
"Of course, our Zhang family has been practicing medicine for generations, dating back to the Han Dynasty. Our ancestors first learned about witchcraft. Later in the Song Dynasty, they became coroners, and in the Ming Dynasty, our ancestors began to study acupuncture. The books passed down include
There are several books, one is about witchcraft, one is about autopsy records, one is about the eight methods of acupuncture, one is about treating difficult and complicated diseases, and there is another one!"