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Yang Zhen didn't expect Quan Wei's father to be a calligraphy fan, he nodded without knowing it, and soon found that his promise to Quan Wei was shaken.

"Write so well, have you practiced for many years?"

"Did you learn it at home, or do you like to write? You still like it. There is a strong character in the writing."

"You must have been very good at school before, right? I can see that you are a good boy."

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"It would be great if our Xiaowei's characters were half of yours. His dog... Forget it, don't mention him."

Luo Jiayi usually looks deserted, but she is very enthusiastic and persistent in her favorite things.

He used to write very well. He started to write small script with one hand, and it was very beautiful and neat. But after losing his right hand, he fell short. Now he uses his left hand. Although he can write, he has lost decades of skill and has pearls and jade in front of him. In comparison, I am always dissatisfied anyway.

What is missing is what he misses, and it is what he has lost. Luo Jiayi believes that writing is like a person, and he has a good impression of whoever has good writing.

There is a park not far from the vegetable market. Every afternoon, there is a gray-haired elder brother dipping a pen in the water to write by the pool. It's okay, just go to watch and appreciate it like going to work.

In order to make a living, Yang Zhen stumbled into Luo Jiayi's spiritual territory by accident. Now he looks at Xiao Yang with ten times more kindness than his son. He said with a smile, "Xiao Yang, do you have any other works, can I have a look?"

Yang Zhen is a little out of character, he has a good temper, and it is difficult for him to put on a bad face when others treat him politely.

And he didn't feel that his handwriting was good, so Luo Jiayi's fierce boast made him a little flattered.

After Yang Zhen came here, there were computer printouts of standard molds everywhere, and he rarely saw handwriting, without comparison. His awareness of writing still stayed in the Central Plains.

There is no TV and Internet in the Central Plains, and the days are dull and repetitive. The people work all day long, the scholars study hard, and the women wait for marriage early. The things they can do every day are less than one tenth of what they can do here.

Mr. Accountant and Uncle Zhao in Hexingyuanli both write better characters than him. In Kuyu City, there is also an old scholar who writes family letters for others. Word of God".

If you look at the whole world again, there are mountains beyond the mountains. Zhang Shuyu, a dental merchant, is just an ordinary person, and his handwriting is also ordinary. It is his honor that Quan Wei's father can appreciate it.

It was the commitment to Quan Wei first, Yang Zhen was in a dilemma, and it took him a long time to say no: "Don't tell me what kind of work it is, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Boss Luo, it's gone, I I don’t usually have time to write.”

In fact, he writes every day. Keeping accounts is his habit as a dentist. A while ago, if he didn't have an account, he would record the account of his truck owner.

These words sound suspicious of showing off. If you don’t write it, you can write it like this. Wouldn’t it be even more remarkable if you wrote it?

However, if the same sentence is spoken to different people, the direction of the conversation will be different. There is no embarrassment in Yang Zhen's tone, and Luo Jiayi doesn't think he is showing off his skills. easy.

In fact, most scholars really have a sense of superiority and feel that physical labor is not decent enough. Until now, Luo Jiayi has not been able to yell loudly in the vegetable market, but Yang Zhen, a young man in his 20s who is talking about friends and needs face, but Carrying goods in the vegetable market, thinking about it, I know that the burden on my body is too heavy for my face.

Luo Jiayi felt it was a pity when he heard it, but it doesn't matter, he was not discouraged at all, he still said with a smile: "Then when you have time, talk to me, okay?"

Yang Zhen actually thought about it. Quan Wei’s father had a literati air about him, like his former scholar friend in Kuyu City. He sighed secretly, unable to refuse out of politeness, but he had already decided in his heart that “I don’t have time "Are.

Luo Jiayi returned to her stall, because there were very few customers, his wife was not doing business, she was chatting with the proprietress of the stall next door, the topic was impartial, still focusing on yesterday's shocking moment.

Only one day later, the vegetable farm hacking incident appeared on the "Today's News" column of the TV station.

In the show, the host called the man who killed the man Liu. Because of a quarrel when he was buying tenderloin, he seized the knife and swung the knife at Zheng, the owner of the pork stall. He inexplicably changed his target halfway, and chopped at Ms. Luo who was closest to him.

Zheng escaped in time, and was stabbed twice in the right arm, which was identified as a minor injury. The innocent Ms. Luo was stabbed 17 times, with the wounds concentrated on the back and arms. The most deadly one was on the side of the neck. If the rescue is timely, it is very likely that he will lose too much blood and die.

At present, the family members of the injured are planning to take up legal weapons and file criminal proceedings against the gangster Liu, but there are also reports that Liu suffers from serious mental illness and cannot bear criminal responsibility. For details, please see the follow-up report in the next issue. Finally, here is a special thanks Two young men who acted bravely but disappeared immediately afterwards.

When encountering the evil unexpectedly, they decisively extended a helping hand. The family members of the injured hoped to thank the two heroes in person. The society needs to act bravely.

Quan Shishi is extremely glorious. Although there is only a back view of Quan Wei in the show, in her opinion, there are many scenes. She has not been on TV for most of her life.She is a real mother who saw her son handsome all over the world, and she had a daydream, thinking that if her son was photographed in the face, it would be no problem to become an Internet celebrity in minutes, and her food would be sold well by then.

Quan Wei has been hotly discussed by the aunts since yesterday, and Quan Shishi has been asked many times.

"Where's your son, isn't he here today?"

"I've seen the news. That man was frightening to death. He hacked the woman more than a dozen times. Is your son okay?"

"Why didn't you see Xiao Quan's people? My son came here every day. How did he do such a good thing? I'm sorry."

Whether Quan Weiai comes or not, Quan Shishi can't control him, she knows that her son is not seriously injured.

Then she and Luo Jiayi didn't notice that from the day Yang Zhen opened, the frequency of Quan Wei's visits to the vegetable market dropped exponentially, and almost never came. A person who moved the goods was hired to deliver them to the stall.

Time moves forward step by step, and grocery shopping is a daily activity, which has taken advantage of the disadvantages, and Yang Zhen's business has gradually improved.

Vegetables are all baked in one cart, and his appearance is no different from other stalls. The only fresh ones are his small calligraphy brush signs, and some people still buy it for this.However, he has just arrived and has no regular repeat customers, and his income in the past few days is not very good.

There is bound to be such a gap at the beginning. Yang Zhen’s dental practice directly inherited from his previous life is more frustrating, so he has to annotate Zhang’s ancestor’s business scriptures in the blank space to comfort himself after finishing the account every day.

Then this tepid state continued until the second Friday of July, when someone held a big red pennant and parked in front of Yang Zhen's booth with a high profile.

The man who came was the husband of Ms. Luo, who was cut here two weeks ago. He found out about this place through the neighborhood committee of the community.

The closed abdominal injury caused Yang Zhen to lose fluids for 3 days in a row. At that time, he still cared about money. Now that a coin-thick cowhide envelope was placed in front of him, he was no longer surprised. Instead, he was confused by the sudden attention. A little stressed, I subconsciously looked around to see if anyone was taking pictures.

The answer is yes, so Yang Zhen quickly left the booth and entered the rented warehouse.

Although Quan Wei's warning is not tactful, it does have its reasons. Yang Zhen is responsible for his own safety, and he has to protect his private information.

Ms. Luo's husband was very excited, and asked Yang Zhen to accept this small favor. Seeing his firm attitude, Yang Zhen asked about his occupation and family background. To prevaricate, his medical expenses were 936 yuan, which was rounded up without change, and [-] yuan was drawn from it.

One thousand will cover the medical expenses, one thousand will be regarded as a reward, and the rest will be refunded.

Ms. Luo's husband looked at the returned envelope and waved his hands in disapproval: "If you can, you must accept the money. It's not much, and it's not for anything else. I just don't know how to thank you." Well, without you, my family would just... I really don't know what it is like now."

"She woke up the day before yesterday, and told me nonchalantly that she will never forget the feeling when she was pressed to the ground and was stabbed. She said that her heart was cold, and she hated so much. There is a knife in it, and I want to... don't talk about it, big brother, just accept it, this is my brother's wish, we can't let good people suffer, so that no one will be willing to save people in the future."

He Xingyuan's century-old creed is "taking profit and keeping righteousness", and the difficulty of "righteousness" lies in the fact that "profit" is pervasive, especially once the money comes too much faster than usual, people will not be able to restrain themselves. I'm having a hard time thinking about it.

Saving people is not a business, and it can’t be measured by taking advantage of losses and taking advantage. Yang Zhen blocked it with his hand and said, "I didn't suffer a loss. If my brother is willing, he can help take care of the business in the future."

The eldest brother couldn't resist him, so he had to clean up all the vegetables for the day.

There were as many customers in the vegetable market that day as usual. People who came in and out of here had heard of someone who had acted bravely, but most of them didn’t know that it was Yang Zhen. The pennant of Ms. Luo’s husband let them find the right owner. The team made their way to his stall.

This may be the legendary virtue is not alone, there must be neighbors.

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On the other hand, with the help of Quan Wei's parents, Ms. Luo's husband also found Quan Wei's home. For his first and second visits, Quan Wei was not at home, and it was only the third time that he met someone.

After the early morning, Quan Wei sleeps at home every day. Recently, the property market is not good, so he sleeps until early in the morning and goes out to run around in the afternoon, but it's all for nothing.

The most stringent regulation in history, which was shouted all the way, finally broke the curse of dry thunder but no rain, and there are signs of implementation.

Since July, the down payment ratio has been raised, and bank loans have been tightened. At the same time, unknown gossip has begun to spread in the market, saying that the government is planning a new deal in full swing.

It is not clear what the specific policy is, but those who stand at the top of the chain of real estate speculation have no signs of transactions. Settle down.

He sleeps in peacefully, and when Ms. Luo's husband wakes him up restlessly with a pennant, Quan Wei almost shuts him out.

After Yang Zhen's lessons learned, Ms. Luo's husband did not hand out the money in person. He buried the envelope under the fruit basket, and then put the fruit basket on the low cabinet at the entrance as if nothing had happened.

Quan Wei woke up and dozed off on the sofa, and heard the elder brother blah blah blah blah, he said ungratefully: "I didn't save the man, Yang Zhen saved him, don't run to me, thank him."

The eldest brother couldn't help feeling that these two young men were as good as the other, and Quan Wei was not very hospitable. After sitting on the bench for a while, the eldest brother felt that his thanks had been exhausted, so he took the initiative to say goodbye, and walked for a long time before giving Quan Wei Wei sent a text message, saying that there is a kindness under the fruit basket.

Quan Wei was pinching the chicken and washing up, while also making jokes with Sun Shaoning.

Sun Shaoning saw that Quan Wei posted a news item in Moments 5 minutes ago, the title was "Heavy, the nightmare era of real estate speculators is coming", and there was already a problem before reading the content. As a conscientious financial troll, He is in a position to laugh at any expert.

He opened a small window and sent a message: [Xiaowei, have you been hacked by an intermediary? ]

As soon as Quan Wei saw the "intermediary", he thought of Yang Zhen. Although Yang Zhen had changed his career to selling vegetables, he immediately returned to Sun Shaoning with a kitchen knife in the system's built-in expression, but his thinking began to diverge from Yang Zhen, and he thought of He left that brother Hong, and then returned to Yang Zhen who was beside his parents.

He hasn't been to the vegetable market for a while, either because Yang Zhen's guarantee is worth a lot, or because he doesn't want to go.But Quan Weiyi didn't think too much about what should be pondered and what shouldn't be pondered. Thinking is not something he can control.

Brain history, amnesia, usury, Yang Zhen, a little cabbage born in the field but not too yellow.

Sun Shaoning returned him a piece of Xiaoyaoji Enchanting Pole Dance.jpg, and the fearless wretchedness rushed over.

Quan Wei sneered, and said that the sample can't cure you, then turned on the voice mode, squeezed the chicken and gave Sun Shaoning a sedative.

Sun Shaoning was quick and wanted to click when he saw the news, and was startled by the heart-piercing screams.

Quan Wei saw that looking up quickly changed to "the other party is talking", and immediately exited WeChat, and saw a red circle in the upper right corner of the text message icon, with 4 written inside.

Even 10086 would not send him 4 text messages in one go. Quan Wei clicked on it and found that the person who wrote the letter was a visitor who left an hour ago.

Ms. Luo's husband said that the fruit basket was kind, and after more than 20 minutes, he sent another long message, saying that it had no other meaning, but just wanted to thank his wife's savior. The wall was opened, and then an explanation was so long that it was automatically divided into 3 by the system.

Quan Wei lowered his eyes, was silent for a while without knowing what he was thinking, his face had a look of sneer and sympathy, the screaming chicken was squashed by him and then let go, softly "clucking" as if whimpering 4 Voice.

Yes, no, yes, silly.

Perhaps sensing his malice, Quan Wei's cell phone rang not long after. He picked it up and saw that the caller was "Intermediary-Jin Cheng Phase III".

After Quan Wei got connected, he heard Yang Zhen helplessly say: "Quan Wei, your dad has got two tickets for the calligraphy exhibition and insists on dragging me to go with him. What do you think I should do?"

Quan Wei had calculated thousands of times, but he didn't expect that his proud father would post back. It was really strange. He glanced at the fruit basket at the door and said, "Just say you have an appointment with me first."

Then Luo Jiayi would immediately call to ask him what appointment he had.

Dating?Agreement?dating?

Quan Wei was stuck for a long time before he remembered that there is another word called the third chapter of contract.