"Brother Zhong, please accept it first. No matter whether Xiaobin's disease is cured well or badly, this gift will be considered to be my Mr. Qin who thanked you."

Zhong Yue looked at the stack of Ling Fei Jingshu in a plastic-sealed bag inside the box and sighed. He couldn't afford this set.

Qin Hai was the first to give him a gift. He was reluctant to take out the Lingfei Sutra's fragments before, which made him feel itchy. Now he suddenly became generous again and gave it to him directly. Now he refused, and he might never have such a good opportunity in the future.

Zhong Yue touched the plastic bag and looked at the familiar small calligraphy on the surface. No one was more familiar with the true appearance of the "Ling Fei Jing" than him. In other words, in this world, the one who can be exactly the same as the original in paper, typing, ink color and brushwork. Except for Zhong Yue, there is only the person who may have the original.

"Brother Zhong must be not difficult to identify calligraphy. If you still can't figure it out, you may compare the fragments of the Spirit Flying Sutra that Brother Zhong got in Ganzhou. I can see if it is my original work or the original work in my hand."

Zhong Yue put the fragments back into the box and said, "The complete copy of the "Lingfei Jing" is really invisible. I wrote it, so I don't need to compare them. Moreover, Mr. Qin, you are undoubtedly the authentic one. I think the complete copy of the "Lingfei Jing" that Dong Qichang got back then was trampled into the hands of others in Shanghai, which led to the separation of things."

"In addition to the one in my hand, there is also the forty-three-line volume in the Dadu Museum. There is still a part of it, and I don't know who is in the hands of now."

Zhong Yue didn't answer. If anyone was in his hands, it must be in his hands, otherwise why would he come here to visit him so much?

"I can't ask for this volume of "Lingfei Jing" for the first time. Whether it can be cured depends on fate." Zhong Yue returned the box to Qin Hai. Now that he has taken this thing, it will not be cured by the time he will be his own. After all, he is not a doctor, so how could he take on such a business? I can only say try it.

"What's the meaning?"

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "You can wait outside first, I'll go in and see him."

"Hey, Brother Zhong, Xiaobin..."

"Old Qin, if you think I can trust me, just call me Zhong Yue. As for your precious son Xiaobin, how long have you been to keep him in this glass safe room? Will you last for a lifetime?"

Qin Hai hesitated for a moment, and looked at Zhong Yue holding the door handle and waiting for his permission.

"Then I'll ask you, Zhong Yue." Qin Hai could only pin his hopes on Zhong Yue now.

...

...

Zhong Yue opened the door.

Because the room was very quiet and Qin Bin was very sensitive to the voice, he immediately turned his head and saw Zhong Yue's strange face, and immediately shouted: "Who are you? Let me go quickly! Let me go!"

Zhong Yue seemed to have not heard Qin Bin roaring, paced back and forth in the room. "It's quite spacious. Living alone in this big house, the lighting is good, and there is no need to worry about food and clothing. The young master of the Qin family, life is really enviable."

"Envy? Are you mocking me? I'm like this. Does Qin Hai have the face to bring someone to mock me?"

Seeing Qin Bin's excited look, Zhong Yue hugged his hands, looked at it, and said, "Do you hate him?"

"He killed my mother and made me look like a ghost. What else should I do? Well? You and him are not a good thing, hurry up and get out of here. While I haven't completely hated you." Qin Bin clenched his fists, looking like he was enduring humiliation.

Zhong Yue felt a little puzzled and sat on the sofa, "You said he killed your mother. To be honest, if this is the case, I will call the police for you when I go out."

Qin Bin glanced over and stared at Zhong Yue, "My mother was depressed because of Qin Hai, and later she took me to jump off Lou Ou. I fell into my mother's arms and watched her die with her own eyes. Do you think, did he kill my mother?"

"Does Qin Hai know about it?"

Qin Bin said angrily: "Don't he know? He threw us mother and son at home at the time, but he was in Beijing. In order to collect his favorite antiques, he went there for a month and didn't even answer my mother's phone number! He was not worthy of being my father!"

Zhong Yue said: "It's really a pity."

"Are you a psychologist? Let's go, I'm not mentally ill. I just hate him. I have no psychological problems except hate him."

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "So have you made some practical measures toward this hatred? For example, hunger strike or something?"

Qin Bin stared at Hui Zongyue and clenched his fists, "My mother fell downstairs. During the period of awakening, the only thing she said to me was that if I could survive, I would definitely survive. So I would not die so easily. I would live like this, which is the greatest guilt and indelible pain for Qin Hai."

"Don't you want to stand up and kick him?"

"What did you say?"

"I said, don't you have the desire to stand up and kick him?"

Qin Bin stared at Zhong Yue and finally lowered his head, "I can't..."

"If you want, I can give it a try."

"You mean you can cure my legs?" Although I hated Qin Hai, as a normal person, of course I hope I can stand up and walk.

Zhong Yue nodded.

Qin Bin immediately said vigilantly: "Don't think about it, so I can forgive him."

"I can't care if you don't forgive him. I just asked you, do you want to?"

Qin Bin raised his head and said, "He took me abroad to treat it. If it can't be cured, all the methods have been used."

"I see you have a lot of books about calligraphy here. How about learning calligraphy from me?"

"Learn calligraphy? Isn't it cure diseases?"

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "If I say that learning calligraphy can make you stand up, will you learn it?"

"Study. But I hope you didn't lie to me."

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "Okay, every Wednesday and Saturday afternoon, I will come here to teach you. The time is set forth for the time being. As for the others, you don't need to prepare anything."

"I hope you don't lie to me."

Zhong Yue chuckled and said, "Even if I lie to you, at most I will make you hate someone more."

Bang.

When Zhong Yue walked out of the room, he brought the door with him.

Qin Hai was actually listening outside, pulling Zhong Yue to the distance, frowned and asked, "Zhong Yue, is this really... okay?"

"It's effective, I'll accept your medical fee." Zhong Yue gently stroked Ling Feijing, "Now, send me down."

"Xiaobin's legs, please give me."

Zhong Yue shook his head, "I just teach him calligraphy."

Qin Hai frowned and was silent for a moment, "Then I'll send you down."
Chapter completed!