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"Brother Wang:

I have known you for more than a year now.

I have thought a lot in the past few days, and I still hope to persuade you to return from your mistakes. I thought you were an upright person, but I didn't know that you had such a habit of misconduct. I had an argument with you the day before yesterday. Although the words were a bit harsh, every word and every word was true. I'm trying to persuade you.

The child in your mansion was born in poverty, and his parents sold him as a slave in your mansion, which was a helpless move. They just wanted him to make a living. Of these, I must regret it.

Hidden diseases are difficult to treat, but they are not impossible to treat. Occasionally, they may occur due to psychological reasons or poor mental health. I am a doctor. I know your symptoms and I will not tell others about them.

When you are in your prime, you only need to activate the blood to remove blood stasis and unblock the meridians, so that the blood supply is sufficient to vibrate the yang, and you can be relieved, but these unhealthy habits are like spreading soup to stop the boiling. Isn't it just deceiving yourself and others, harming others and yourself? This method It is by no means a cure, and must not be self-indulgent!

You have always loved Ming An. When you saw the blueprint of the jade pendant before, you said that you were a businessman, and you wanted to find a jade merchant for us to type out this jade pendant and give it to Ming An as a birthday present to express your affection. You proposed a few days ago I agreed to let Ming An go to your house to stay for a few days, but now that I know about it, I will never allow it again, Ming An is still young, so I don't need to have any contact with you in the future.

I have always taught Ming An to be close to vermilion to be red, and to be close to ink to be black, to distinguish between right and wrong and black and white, but I don’t want me to be ignorant of people. If the jade pendant has been formed, there is no need to give it to Ming An. The blueprint is made by my wife, just return the blueprint .

I advised you the day before yesterday, and I am also advising you today. What I said when I quarreled with you the day before yesterday was not angry words. If you insist on doing this, I will definitely inform the government.

......"

Holding the letter, Shen Ming'an felt chills all over his body, and his fingertips couldn't stop shaking. He didn't read the content carefully. It was just his father trying to persuade Wang Xingyan to turn his back on him, and send the child in Wang Xingyan's mansion back to his parents. In the letter, he made it clear that he did not know people clearly, was extremely disappointed in Wang Xingyan's behavior, and wanted to cut off contact with him.

The date of signing the letter was the year of Ding Chou, a few days before the Shen family was wiped out.

I don't know the reason why this letter was not sent, because it has been too long, the letter paper has turned yellow and old, and the ink has faded a little, but you can still see from the lines how much Shen's father wrote this letter back then. Angry, the handwriting became more and more scribbled towards the end of the letter. The last few words were written with great force, and the strokes seemed to penetrate the letter paper and point directly at the recipient.

In the letter, Father Shen did not clearly say what Wang Xingyan did to the child who was a slave in his house before, so that Father Shen angrily accused Wang Xingyan and was ashamed of it, but Shen Mingan was able to guess the reason after reading it. To eighty-nine points.

He thought of the past, his heart twisted violently, and his whole body was drenched in cold sweat. The content of this letter was completely beyond Shen Mingan's expectations. There were too many messages conveyed between the lines, which gave Shen Mingan more and more Doubts, like the scattered fragments are being pieced together bit by bit, but no one knows what the final piece will be.

Shen Mingan wanted to try his best to sort out the cause and effect, but because of the movement of the child in his belly, he bent down in pain, a cloud of black fog surrounded his eyes, and his mind became more and more chaotic.

He clutched the letter paper in his hand, knelt on the ground numbly, watched Liu Heyu carefully tidy up his things and put them back to the original place, and asked him what was the matter with concern, Shen Mingan opened his mouth, but I don't know how to speak.

Liu Heyu struggled to lift him up from the ground, until he got into the carriage, Shen Mingan was in a daze, looked at Liu Heyu who was sitting with him in front of him, and said in a daze: "Aren't you going out, why not?" He also returned to the palace with me..."

"It's almost the end of the year, and the imperial hospital is too busy. Physician Fan asked me to live in the imperial hospital to help him during this time. I just wanted to go to the palace when I went out."

Shen Ming'an has been out of his mind since he read the letter just now. After Liu Heyu answered his words, he looked worried and couldn't help talking: "Sir, the child is about to be born. Imperial Physician Fan also said before, You must be calm. I have improved a lot in my medical skills recently, and I will never make such small mistakes as confusing medicinal materials again. Even Physician Fan often praises me. If you feel any discomfort, you can call me directly. I'm in the Imperial Hospital, if Imperial Physician Fan is not here, I can take care of you."

Shen Mingan lowered his eyes, rubbed the letter paper in his hand, and gave a soft "hmm", not knowing if he listened or not.

After running back and forth to Shen's mansion, Shen Mingan returned to Guangyi Hall in the late afternoon, and Lu Ciheng hadn't come back yet. Shen Mingan's waist was sore and painful, his stomach was aching, and his chest was so stuffy that he couldn't breathe. Out of breath, he lay on the bed, covered with a thick quilt, still feeling cold all over, shivering uncontrollably, unable to warm up no matter what.

He curled himself up, buried himself in the blanket, and fell asleep like that.

There were some bizarre scenes in the dream. For a while Shen Mingan dreamed that his parents celebrated his birthday, and for a while he dreamed of his parents' unrecognizable corpses, chaotic shouts, and the flames reaching the sky. He clearly knew that he was in a dream, But he couldn't break free.

Just like he was young and ignorant, he vaguely knew what Wang Xingyan was thinking about him, but he was powerless to change it.

Every time after Wang Xingyan left, Shen Ming'an would retch constantly. He went to the backyard to fetch a bucket of well water, soaked his hands in the well water, and washed it over and over again, but he always felt that he was dirty, and he couldn't wash it clean any more. .

That night Wang Xingyan left in a hurry, and left a can of medicine beside his bed. Shen Mingan's forearms and hands were dripping wet, and when he returned to his room, it was already daylight.

There was an extra bottle of medicine on the bedside table, and Shen Mingan guessed that Wang Xingyan was taking the medicine.

The small brown ceramic medicine jar, unlike other medicine jars, has the name of the medicine on the bottle. There is nothing on this medicine jar. As soon as it is opened, there is a pungent smell. Inside are dozens of soybean-sized pill.

Shen Mingan didn't know what this medicine was for, but subconsciously, he poured out all the pills in the jar of medicine.

Wang Xingyan had a business meeting that day, and Shen Mingan thought that he could relax and sleep soundly, but at night, Wang Xingyan came earlier than usual, impatiently put his hand in his mouth and gnawed on it. Biting and licking, halfway through licking, as if suddenly remembering something, I reached for the medicine jar on the bed cabinet.

There was no medicine in the medicine jar, Wang Xingyan emptied it, he bit Shen Mingan's finger hard with his mouth, and threw the empty medicine jar on the ground in agitation.

Usually, it only takes a stick of incense, Shen Mingan endured bouts of nausea and nausea, trying to get through this time, but this time it lasted for a long time.

The scene from memory reappeared in the dream, and Shen Mingan watched his eight or nine year old self suffer all this like a bystander, but once again felt the disgust and fear in his heart.

For so many years, with the growth of age, Shen Ming'an thought that he could get out of those unbearable things, but in fact he didn't, these things were buried deep in his memory, no matter how hard he forced himself, he would always be stuck in the in.