Immortality, starting from the heaven and earth

Winter goes and spring comes again.

In the small courtyard, there is a faint fragrance of flowers, dispelling the cold that does not want to pass away.

"Mr. Lin's wine is really good wine."

Mrs. Wang put down the wine glass in his hand, looked at Lin Yi opposite him with emotion and said.

"The old man has just recovered, so he didn't come here specially to drink today, did he?"

Lin Yi smiled slightly and said calmly.

Who would have thought that at the beginning of the year, the old man of the Wang family was seriously ill again and was about to pass away.

Now, he is in good health, and if he says he can live another ten years, some people will believe him.

"The old man really didn't come here just for the wine."

Old Mrs. Wang slowly put down the wine glass in his hand, and said with emotion.

"Before the beginning of the year, the old man was about to die. Thanks to the help of Mr., he was able to survive. But between life and death, the old man seemed to see the past."

Having said that, Mrs. Wang bowed respectfully to Lin Yi, and then spoke again.

"Mr. Lin's wine can make people recall the past. I wonder if Mr. Lin's paintings can also have this ability?"

Following these words, there was a trace of longing in the eyes of Mrs. Wang.

"Brother Lin, please."

Seeing Lin Yi's silence, Wang Huai'en said solemnly.

He has seen Lin Yi's paintings and felt the charm of them. If his old man hadn't suffered from a serious illness, he would not choose to come here again.

"In that case, please wait a moment."

Ji Dong didn't have many embarrassments in his heart.

After all, because of Mrs. Wang's heart disease, he has further understood the power of love.

The reason why he frowned just now was because he didn't have a painting in his hand that could resolve Mrs. Wang's heartache.

However, it is enough to draw another pair, and the left and right are just a cup of tea.

"This is it, this is it..."

After a cup of tea, Mrs. Wang looked at the bamboo house in the painting, with tears in his eyes.

If you look carefully, there is a faint shadow within the bamboo house and landscape in the painting.

"This is Wanru...my Wanru."

Accompanied by a murmur, Mrs. Wang passed out directly after suffocating.

"uncle……"

Seeing this scene, Wang Huai'en was shocked.

He never imagined that just a painting would have such great power.

The figure of the person in the painting is clearly blurred, so why did my uncle think at first glance that it was my aunt who had passed away for decades.

"Brother Lin..."

"Don't worry, it's just a little overthinking and it's nothing serious."

Ji Dong naturally knew the reason, and after a little mana was spent in the process of feeling his pulse, he spoke.

"You should take this painting back with you. It should be able to completely heal Mrs. Wang's heart disease."

Regarding Old Master Wang's reaction, before Lin Yi took out this painting, he knew that there would be such a result.

"Thank you Brother Lin, it's just this painting..."

Speaking of this, Wang Huai'en said with a face of embarrassment after pondering for a while.

"To be honest, since my uncle recovered from his illness, we decided to move back to our hometown during his lifetime.

If this painting is taken away, it may be difficult to return it. "

"You and I met once. Since you took this painting away, Lin naturally doesn't plan to take it back. I hope that Mrs. Wang's illness will improve."

Ji Dong arched his hands and said.

"Kindness without saying thanks."

Wang Huai'en said with a moved face.

"I know that brother Lin has never cared about money, but after leaving this time, I'm afraid I can't take all of my royal family's property with me.

On Ningde Street, I own a restaurant, which I gave to Brother Lin.

Brother Lin, don't refuse, Wang hopes that when we meet again next time, he can have a drink and chat with Brother Lin. "

As soon as the words fell, Wang Huai'en took the unconscious old man Wang and Hua, bowed solemnly to Lin Yi, and left here.

"Another restaurant."

Looking at the backs of the two, Ji Dong sighed helplessly.

If he remembered correctly, half a year ago, because of the poor turnover of Baiyun Building, he also used the property in the restaurant as a mortgage with him.

"Forget it, it's good to have one more restaurant, and you don't need to bring money when you go out in the future."

Thinking of this, when Ji Dong raised his hand, he saw a red thread lingering from his fingertips.

This is not a red line, but a condensed artistic conception.

It's just that it's not Ji Dong's artistic conception, but the meaning of love and sorrow that the old master Lin used to draw just now when he saw things and thought about others.

This meaning is very similar to Fang Qingye's "Sorrow of the Red Maple". Although it is far from being comparable to it, it is the embryonic form of the artistic conception.

That's why Ji Dong gave away the painting without hesitation.

On the one hand, it is to save people, on the other hand, he is the one who earned blood.

A few days later, Mrs. Wang woke up.

But only three days later, Wang Huai'en's family moved out of Ning'an City, followed by a title deed for the restaurant.

...

On this day, with the sound of a horse neighing, a luxurious carriage stopped in front of Lin's wine shop.

"It's here."

Song Ping looked at the door of the wine shop in front of him, with a trace of solemnity in his eyes.

"Lu'er, go call someone."

As the carriage stopped, a woman in a white fairy dress and a veil stepped out of the carriage with the help of the maid Lu'er.

"Miss, why do we have to come all the way here in person instead of asking someone to invite this Mr. Lin over?"

Lu'er looked at her young lady with a puzzled expression, her eyes were full of distress.

My young lady has been suffering from cold illness since she was a child, and she has seen countless doctors, but she has never felt better.

Over the years, the cold disease has become more and more serious, even walking a few steps is difficult.

"Then you also know about Mrs. Wang. How can a person with such great ability be treated like an ordinary doctor?"

Having said that, Zhao Qianru stepped into the wine shop with Lu'er's support and the coachman Song Ping.

"I never thought, it turned out to be Mr."

As soon as Fang came to the backyard, Song Ping was about to speak, but after seeing the person in front of him clearly, there was a trace of astonishment in his eyes.

That Mr. Lin who is a master of medicine and wine in Ning'an City is actually a young man he met in the cold mist a few years ago.

If it wasn't for his excellent memory, he might have almost forgotten it.

"Brother Song, do you know Mr. Lin?"

Hearing this, Lu'er, who was supporting Zhao Qianru, was taken aback for a moment, and the latter even asked.

"A few years ago, we met in a fog."

Ji Dong looked at the three masters and servants, and his heart moved slightly.

He knew that after the news that he cured Mrs. Wang was spread, it would inevitably attract many patients.

But he didn't expect that the first person who came here was the person he met before he stepped into Ning'an City a few years ago.

"The three of you are here today for treatment, right?"

Thinking in this way, Lin Yi's eyes fell on Zhao Qianru's figure, and his brows frowned slightly.

... (end of this chapter)