After losing one corner, the two corners occupied by Luo Ziling could not be occupied, so Ling Mingrui had to admit defeat in the middle of the game.
After losing his bet, Ling Mingrui looked at Luo Ziling with complicated eyes, and reminded him again: "It's easy to break something. You are familiar with ancient classics, don't you understand this? Life is not a game of chess. If you lose, you may not have the chance to come back again."
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"Men always grow up through constant setbacks and hardships. I hope I can grow up as soon as possible. As long as I don't die, I think one day I will defeat them."
Ling Mingrui looked at Luo Ziling and laughed: "What you said is contradictory."
"Maybe I'm lucky, or maybe I'm lucky enough to have the last laugh," Luo Ziling also laughed, not planning to say these words to Ling Mingrui again, "Grandpa, I'd better check your health. If you need treatment, I'll do it today.
I will treat you."
Ling Mingrui didn't say much and walked out of the study first.
Seeing two men, an old man and a young man, walking out of the study so quickly, Xie Enhua and Ling Ruonan, who were sitting in the living room talking quietly, stood up and looked at them doubtfully.
"Your son is good at chess, but I lost in the middle game," Ling Mingrui said to Ling Ruonan expressionlessly, and then told Xie Enhua, "Get ready and let Zi Ling check our body."
After hearing Ling Mingrui's instructions, Xie Enhua felt relieved and immediately made preparations.
Ling Ruonan also breathed a sigh of relief.
Luo Ziling first checked Xie Enhua's body. After the examination, Luo Ziling said to her with a smile: "Grandma, your health is very good and you don't need any treatment. Otherwise, I will prescribe a health-care medicine for you.
You only need to take one dose of medicine every month. I guarantee that your skin will become smoother and smoother, your hair will become darker and darker, and your sleep quality will be better than before. I will give you another maintenance tip.
Just make the arrangements mentioned in the formula."
"Really?" Xie Enhua was naturally surprised, "Ling'er, grandma believes in you and will nurse her back to health according to your instructions."
"Grandma, I can guarantee that in two years' time, you will definitely look younger than you do now." Luo Ziling smiled happily, "By then, you will definitely not believe that you will look younger than you do now."
"Good boy, no matter what happens, grandma will thank you first," Xie Enhua immediately ordered Ling Ruonan to prepare pen and ink for Luo Ziling and let him write the prescription.
Seeing the very neat calligraphy written by Luo Ziling, Xie Enhua was even more surprised, and immediately made a request: "Ling'er, your great-grandpa asked for your handwriting, how about you also leave a subtitle for us?"
I had it framed and hung in the living room."
Seeing that Ling Mingrui had no objection, Luo Ziling readily agreed.
While Ling Ruonan happily prepared pen and ink for him, Luo Ziling had already thought about what to write.
Under the watchful eyes of Ling Mingrui, Xie Enhua, and Ling Ruonan, Luo Zi wrote a masterpiece with profound metaphors in his lines:
New bamboo branches are taller than old ones,
It all depends on the support of veteran cadres.
There will be new students next year,
The ten-foot-long grandson of the dragon and the phoenix pond
This is a famous work by Zheng Xie, a famous painter and poet in the Qing Dynasty, also known as Zheng Banqiao. Its artistic conception is very simple and understandable. The deep meaning contained in the first two sentences of this poem is: No matter how outstanding the younger generations are, they must rely on the support of the older generations.
Only with help can we achieve results. The last two sentences are almost like the waves behind the Yangtze River pushing the waves ahead, which means that the younger generations will definitely be better than the older ones.
This poem, on the basis of respecting the elders, also expresses the lofty aspirations of the younger generations. It is indeed a good gift to the two old people.
After reading the content of this poem, Ling Ruonan was quite shocked.
Looking at Luo Ziling's chic font again, Ling Ruonan couldn't help but feel very happy, and her proud expression showed naturally.
"Ling'er's calligraphy is really good," Xie Enhua couldn't put it down, holding up the rice paper, looking left and right, and he was full of praise: "Among such young people, there are very few people with such good calligraphy like you.
.Although I often forced Nan Nan to practice calligraphy in the past, compared with you, my son, her handwriting is far behind."
Although Xie Enhua belittled her in front of so many people, Ling Ruonan didn't take it at all and said with a happy smile: "Mom, my handwriting is far behind Ling'er's."
"Old man, why don't you comment?" Xie Enhua asked Ling Mingrui with a smile: "You are also a person who often practices calligraphy, why don't you just say a few words?"
"The handwriting is good, and the words are like the person who wrote them," Ling Mingrui commented briefly, and then told Xie Enhua: "You can have it framed and hung in the house."
"Okay," Xie Enhua agreed wholeheartedly, "Tomorrow I will have someone find the best calligraphy and painting shop, frame the characters, and hang them in the house."
Seeing Ling Mingrui commenting like this and saying something like the person he is, Ling Ruonan became even happier.
If the words are good and the words are like the person, it means the person is also very good. What mother would be unhappy after hearing someone say that her son is very good?
Seeing the smile on Ling Ruonan's face, Ling Mingrui didn't say much and asked Luo Ziling to go into the room and check his body.
Luo Ziling naturally respected him.
While Luo Ziling was checking Ling Mingrui's body, Xie Enhua and Ling Ruonan were also standing aside.
Luo Ziling's examination was very serious, and no one made a sound to disturb him. After the examination, Luo Ziling let go of his hand taking the pulse, and then slowly exhaled and said: "Grandpa, did you have a serious illness a few years ago?"
"Yes," before Ling Mingrui could answer, Xie Enhua rushed to say, "Three years ago, your grandpa fell ill due to overwork, but the specific cause was not found out. Later, he recovered, so that's all. Ling'er
, are there any sequelae?"
"Grandpa must have been poisoned back then, a chronic poison, but the poison has not been completely eliminated," Luo Ziling said solemnly, and then asked Ling Mingrui, whose expression changed slightly: "Grandpa, do you occasionally have a swollen head?"
Symptoms of pain, bloating, and loose stools?”
"That's true," Ling Mingrui looked surprised and couldn't help but ask Luo Ziling: "You said I was poisoned, what kind of poison was it?"
Luo Ziling replied seriously: "A poison that decomposes immediately after entering the body and whose ingredients are difficult to find. It should be extracted from some plants growing in the alpine areas of Tibetan areas. There is no systematic name for the time being. Anyone who knows this poison
There are not many people, and there are also very few people who take advantage of it. My grandfather and I have come into contact with two cases of such poisoning patients before. One of them initially went to the hospital for treatment because he took too much, but no symptomatic treatment was given, and he eventually died.
In another case, my grandfather and I saved his life because of timely rescue. He had the symptoms just mentioned during the initial period of symptom relief. The poison in my grandfather was not deep, it should be that the dose of medicine was not large, or the first
It was because I was induced to vomit for a while, but the remaining poison was not completely eliminated."
Luo Ziling's words made several other people in the room pale in shock.
Thanks to zmzm123, an old youth book friend for the tip