Han Qianling found Luo Jiujiang next to the flower bed.
Luo Jiujiang dressed very thinly, a simple black stand-up collar shirt, when the spring breeze blew, the soft fabric clinged to his body, which outlined his beautiful waistline.
He heard the movement of Han Qianling behind him, and he looked back and smiled. At that moment, he had a thousand kinds of tenderness in his eyes, more than the spring breeze.
"He didn't embarrass you, did he?" Luo Jiujiang asked first.
The system secretly complained to him: [You use your divine sense to monitor the whole process, don't you know better than anyone else whether your sweetheart is being embarrassed? ]
Luo Jiujiang ignored it.
He just stared at Han Qianling until a little smile appeared on the face of Qingjun, and he asked, "Shouldn't I ask you this question? Are you okay?"
"Everything is fine."
To be able to find Hanqianling so quickly, Luo Jiujiang is more than just the word "good" to describe it? He was simply refreshed and in high spirits now.
Han Qianling nodded, his eyes condensed again on Luo Jiujiang's thin clothes.
In the morning of late spring, there was still a bit of spring cold, and Han Qianling made a gesture, motioning Luo Jiujiang to get into the car and talk.
Luo Jiujiang was not seen. He opened the car door and got into the co-pilot. He sat upright and smiled at Han Qianling.
Han Qianling: "..."
The way he looked now was completely different from the way he had knocked on Shao Lang's forehead ten minutes ago.
The car drove forward for a while, the atmosphere between the two became calmer, and Han Qianling asked, "I don't think you are autistic, are you?"
"Of course not." Luo Jiujiang denied it, and then knocked the system in his mind: [What is autism? ]
5555: [… ] Some people, who look like a dog on the outside, actually forget their principles as soon as they see their partner. They don’t even know what they’re talking about, so they dare to make peace.
The system explained the definition of autism to Luo Jiujiang with the fastest speed and the most concise language. Luo Jiujiang was completely relieved and nodded confidently.
"I don't think so either." Han Qianling smiled politely, "After all, autism has an emotional disorder, and even if a few are exceptionally talented in certain places, such an emotional piece of music can only be played with syllables. It can't be played."
"Fortunately you are not."
Involuntarily or not, Han Qianling said one more sentence: "After all, autism is an incapacitated person. In this case, even if he is an adult, the guardian has the right to decide."
Luo Jiujiang had almost forgotten about Shao Lan, but was reminded all of a sudden.
He and Shao Lan still have bills to settle.
The system detected Luo Jiujiang's brain electrical fluctuations and immediately became alert: [Host? ]
[Remember to remind me to visit Shaolan Company at night. ]
The system is a little puzzled: [Okay, your schedule has been arranged - but why at night? ]
Luo Jiujiang's thinking analysis is obviously reasonable and well-founded: [Frozen three feet is not a day's cold, since Shao Lang dares to treat the original owner like this, then it is not the first time that he has done something out of the ordinary. We look for evidence at night. ]
[… ] After hearing about the plan, the system, which was working fine, got stuck.
[Host, I am the most advanced second-generation system in the main god space. Possess network capabilities and computing capabilities beyond this time and space. ]
[So, I can search the evidence on my own, and I don't need you to go to the company. ]
After explaining some of its own functions, System 5555 issued a deafening question: [Host, in your eyes, I'm not just a passport, right? ]
Luo Jiujiang: [… ]
I'm sorry, in his understanding, the system is really just a pass to smuggle the world.
After all, he was born in the world of immortals, and he was not familiar with the modern Internet.
He coughed dryly, just as Han Qianling was talking to him, Luo Jiujiang turned his head with a pretense of concentration, avoiding the awkward silence in his head.
Han Qianling has probably seen something from the scene that happened in Shao Lan's villa just now.
He was quite considerate in his demeanor. He didn't mention that he was willing to help Luo Jiujiang, but instead said that he wanted to ask Luo Jiujiang to help him.
"No matter Chinese or Western, art is always the same. I like your music very much. I wonder if I can hire you to be my inspiration and play a piece of music for me every day?"
Han Qianling sincerely sent an invitation: "The work place is in my apartment. The duplex apartment is in a good location, convenient and safe. I don't live often. I will give you a satisfactory salary, and I don't have to listen to you. original song."
If Luo Jiujiang is really the original Shen Qingjiang, then in just a few words, Han Qianling has solved several of his problems.
Accommodation issues, money issues, security issues, and copyright issues regarding works.
Han Qianling obviously saw that Luo Jiujiang was causing some trouble, but he wrapped all the care in a calm manner.
He didn't show any blatantness, just a polite measure and character.
This is Han Qianling's consistent attitude towards outsiders, polite, thorough, and without mistakes. However, for Luo Jiujiang, who has been with him since childhood, this scene is quite new.
He blinked a little strangely, and agreed without hesitation: "Okay."
"It's fine if you want." Han Qianling chased after him, "You use a suona, right? We can choose a suitable one first."
"I can use qin, xiao, zheng, flute, suona and shakuhachi." Luo Jiujiang thought for a while, "It's the qin. Be quiet. I have a song that is very suitable for sleeping."
Han Qianling glanced at him in surprise.
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Of course, Han Qianling is not the kind of bad guy who is particularly kind and kind, otherwise Shao Lan would not show taboo towards him, and Han Qianling would not be so indifferent to Shao Lan's attitude.
He still had a bit of personal selfishness in helping Luo Jiujiang, but at a certain moment just now, he felt that Luo Jiujiang saw it.
In fact, there are some problems with Han Qianling's physical condition.
For some reason, from the day he was born, there was constant pain all over his body, and from the flesh to the bones, hardly an inch of nerve was spared.
It was as if it wasn't his body that hurt, but his soul.
This situation gradually deepened as he grew up. During his youth when his body cells were most active, Han Qianling also felt severe pain like peeling skin and bones.
The pain almost cut him off from the whole world, as if God didn't want him to exist here and wanted him to die soon.
Modern medicine has never been able to solve the problem of Hanqianling. Neither basic physical examination nor pharmacological methods are effective.
Han Qianling even used anesthetics, but even when he was in a daze, the pain he felt was still clear.
As a rare case in medicine, after going to top neurology hospitals and research institutes for several years, a doctor finally suggested that he go to see Chinese medicine.
After he tried acupuncture, massage, scraping, decoction, and traditional medicine, the old doctor suggested that he still seek western medicine.
Han Qianling: "..."
This time, the Western medicine finally came up with a third solution after being at a loss. He advised Han Qianling to study theology and choose a reliable religious convert, and there might be miracles.
Han Qianling politely declined him, and thought it was a miracle that he would come to seek medical treatment from this doctor.
Because miracles cannot be replicated, he never went to the doctor a second time.
He began to learn to get used to the pain and to live well.
It is not difficult to adapt, after all, he has persisted for so many years.
It took some time to adjust his mentality, but it didn't take too long—as the only one in the world, he was ready to die suddenly from an illness one day.
Even though he was suffering from an illness that could crush ordinary people, Han Qianling was still a god in the eyes of outsiders.
His family background is superior, his appearance is outstanding, his personality is polite, and his musical talent is unique and amazing.
As for his own special disease, Han Qianling has never disclosed it to the outside world, and even has few friends around him.
Know.
—In the first half of his life, Han Qianling did not have any particularly close friends.
However, just when Han Qianling had almost accepted his fate, he met Luo Jiujiang.
This is probably the arrangement of God, otherwise there is nothing to explain, among hundreds of millions of people, he will meet a person, that person only needs to play a song, it is enough to heal the wound that has been churning in the bones like a beast
When Luo Jiujiang's cheerful and high-pitched tune of "Congratulations to the Bridegroom" hovered over the villa, for the first time in his life, Han Qianling felt pain-free and pain-free.
Even though the song has been stopped for a long time, Hanqianling still enjoys the afterglow it brings.
The pain didn't come back to him the moment the song stopped. On the contrary, he felt a comfortable and warm feeling, like an ordinary person basking in the sun in winter.
This is the birthright of ordinary people, and it is the treatment that most people in the world can enjoy all the time. However, to Han Qianling, this sense of ease is precious enough to surpass the bright and bright "eternal heart".
For the first time in more than 20 years, he found the right medicine, and perhaps the only medicine stone in the world that could save him.
And the master who holds the medicine stone...
He didn't know how the other party found out, but at the moment when the suppressed old disease slowly emerged, he heard Luo Jiujiang humming a little tune softly.
The pain that was as fine as a file disappeared in an instant.
Han Qianling pricked up his ears and listened to this song very seriously.
The form of this ditty is like a folk song, and it sounds a bit like a horn by the sea when you listen carefully, but the tune when the notes flow is far softer and softer than the horn.
"The moon changes in fifteen days when it is round and curved,
The big boat rowed the oars, and the small islands turned between the islands,
Brother, don't rush to catch the red snapper in the sea,
I will tie the red rope around your waist, are you relieved
…
It takes another half a month for the silver platter to go from being curved to being round.
The big boat eats deep water, and the sea flows with the waves,
Brother, don't be greedy for that big and fat pearl mussel,
I'll sit in the small building all night alone and wait for you to come back a hundred times."
That little song was like a thin line, and subconsciously, he took Han Qianling and turned his head, letting him meet Luo Jiujiang's smiling eyes at first sight.
The flowing eyes are like the cascading waves of silver glittering under the moonlight, far gentler than the destiny and the world.