As soon as he entered the door, he almost blurted out. Xie Bowen took a breath and exclaimed: "Dad, how did you, how did you become like this?"
Being interrupted by him like this, Meng Zezhi's right hand shook slightly, and the tip of the pen was drawn from the narrow yellow talisman paper to the table. Seeing that the originally lustrous talisman paper lost its spirituality and dimmed, Meng Zezhi suddenly felt Somewhat disillusioned.
He put down his pen, took the wet towel next to him, wiped his hands, and chewed ginseng: "Why are you free today, the filming in the United States is over?"
"How can it be so fast, didn't I hear that you had an accident, I rushed back from work, are you feeling better now?" Xie Bowen looked concerned and did not pretend.
Although Xie Guangsheng's character is not good, his son is indeed well-raised, and his three views are upright and filial. With a handsome face that completely inherits the advantages of Xie Guangsheng, it looks especially pleasing to the eye.
Meng Zezhi tried his best to imitate Xie Guangsheng's tone: "It's already much better, I don't need you to worry about it here, you can just do whatever you need to do, and I'll be at ease when you're successful..."
"Dad, things are not in a hurry at this time." Xie Bowen looked helpless, he kept on talking about his dad's use of the topic, and quickly changed the subject: "By the way, I also brought you a gift."
Hearing this, Xie Bowen's assistant quickly took out a cardboard box from a pile of bags in his hand and handed it to him.
Xie Bowen took the carton, opened it like a treasure, and sent it to Meng Zezhi.
"When I was in Los Angeles, I happened to meet Mr. Zhang Zhiping, a famous fan maker in Shanghai and the United States. I didn't expect his daughter to be my fan. Isn't this because you like to play with fans the most, so I licked my face to Mr. Zhang. I beg you, look!"
Meng Zezhi took the fan and unfolded it, only to hear Xie Bowen continue: "The fan bone of this fan is made of sandalwood, the fan face is Mr. Li Chuanbo's black bamboo, and Mr. Liu Jiasheng's line script."
Li Chuanbo and Liu Jiasheng are both famous contemporary calligraphers and painters.
Meng Zezhi knew how to understand this. The former fan was purely for the sake of being arty and pretentious, and it was impossible to say that he really liked it.
He tried shaking his fan and stroked the little goatee on his chin, and it didn't feel bad.
"Not bad." Meng Zezhi praised sincerely.
"As long as you like it." Xie Bowen squinted his eyes, and then said hesitantly, "However, Dad, what's the matter, how did you become like this?"
Meng Zezhi shook his fan and said, "It's a long story. Your dad and I were lucky because of the misfortune. I was so frightened by a ghost that I became enlightened. You don't have to worry about my face, you'll be back in a few days."
Saying that, he patted Xie Bowen on the shoulder and made a radiant expression: "Son, when your dad and my skills become stronger, we father and son will no longer have to look at other people's faces to live."
"Really?" Xie Bowen was skeptical. He had accepted materialism since he was a child, and he had grown up watching Xie Guangsheng being kidnapped and deceived.
Meng Zezhi said this originally to prepare Xie Bowen mentally, and it didn't matter whether he believed it or not.
He only said: "By the way, you don't want to interact with Wan Ziqing anymore."
Xie Bowen's face changed slightly, he was silent: "Is it really she who killed Wan Zihuai?"
"Well, knowing the person and knowing the face but not the heart, this matter should be bought as a lesson." Meng Zezhi said.
Xie Bowen smiled bitterly: "I see."
How to say Wan Ziqing is his half-sister, plus he has been walking around in the past two years, it is impossible to say that there is no emotion.
But thinking of Wan Ziqing's actions again, in addition to disappointment and sadness, it only adds a grudge.
As he was talking, Duan Congyan knocked on the door.
Xie Bowen instantly became cautious: "Uncle Duan."
"Yeah." Duan Congyan nodded slightly at him, then looked at Meng Zezhi: "I'll pick you up and leave the hospital."
"Isn't there Chen An and the others? Why did you come here in person?" Meng Zezhi said while lifting the quilt on his body.
Chen An was the driver and bodyguard that Duan Congyan arranged for him.
Duan Congyan's brows and eyes drooped slightly: "Just in time."
In fact, he just remembered that Meng Zezhi was discharged from the hospital today, and he had deliberately left work early.
Meng Ze knew that he was there, so he got out of bed and packed his things.
Xie Bowen saw it and hurriedly stepped forward to help.
Meng Zezhi didn't know much, two sets of clothes to change, a set of tools for drawing talismans, a set of formed talismans, and a box of wild ginseng between twenty and thirty years old.
-He asked Han Daqin to find this box of wild ginseng. There are more than 20 stalks, and now he has eaten half of it. Thanks to this box of wild ginseng, Meng Zezhi's injuries were almost healed in less than four days.
After packing up, the three went straight home.
When it was almost time for dinner, the sixth aunt who was in charge of cooking suddenly ran out of the kitchen and said that her husband had been in a car accident and was being rescued. She was anxious and wanted to go to the hospital.
Duan Congyan agreed, and then the three of them looked at the empty dining table in unison.
"Otherwise, order a takeaway!" Xie Bowen suggested, sucking his belly screaming.
He had been rushing all day today, and he didn't eat much at noon, so he was counting on this evening meal to save his life.
"When the takeaway arrives, you'll have half your life left."
It is impossible to count on Xie Bowen and Duan Congyan, both of them are masters who will not touch the spring water with ten fingers.
Meng Zezhi immediately stood up from the sofa: "I'll go to the kitchen to have a look."
Xie Bowen's eyes lit up, and Duan Congyan's ears twitched.
When Meng Zezhi came out of the kitchen again, there were four more dishes and one soup on the table:
Sautéed Shrimp, Spicy Chicken, Steamed Sea Bass, Sautéed Shredded Potatoes and Corn Pork Rib Soup.
"I haven't been in the kitchen for several years, and my crafts are unfamiliar." After speaking, Meng Zezhi looked at the dishes on the table and was slightly taken aback, only then did he realize that what he was accustomed to cooking were all the dishes that Zhu Zhengqing liked to eat.
Thinking of Zhu Zhengqing, Meng Zezhi sighed slightly.
Duan Congyan put a piece of chicken in his mouth, and then tasted the sea bass. In terms of taste, these dishes were naturally inferior to those of the famous chefs, but they were unexpectedly in line with his taste.
Duan Congyan clenched his fingers clenching his chopsticks imperceptibly, and then unknowingly ate an extra bowl of rice.
Xie Bowen washed the tableware and chopsticks, and Meng Zezhi went back to his room early to meditate and practice.
In the middle of the night, there was a faint gasp in my ears, and it had a tendency to intensify.
Meng Zezhi opened his eyes, got up and got out of bed. Following the sound, he came to Duan Congyan's door, reached out and twisted the doorknob, but did not open it. Then with a sudden force, only a thud was heard, and the door opened.
He reached out and pressed the light switch on the wall. The dazzling light instantly illuminated the entire room. Duan Congyan curled up in a ball on the two-meter wide bed, his face pale and sweat dripping down.
Meng Zezhi pulled the man out of the bed and asked, "What's wrong?"
Duan Congyan opened his eyes with difficulty, and the corners of his mouth quivered: "Stomach, stomach trouble."
"Is there any medicine?" Duan Congyan was not much older than Xie Bowen, and Meng Zezhi only took care of him as a child and nephew.
"In the drawer by the bed." Duan Congyan said weakly.
When Meng Zezhi heard it, he took out a few boxes of stomach medicine from the bedside table, and went to the kitchen to boil a pot of hot water.
"Take the medicine." Meng Zezhi helped him up and let him lean on his shoulders.
After swallowing the pill with difficulty, Duan Congyan sighed heavily. The next moment, a hot water bottle was attached to his lower abdomen.
As soon as the hot water warmed up, the pain in the stomach was really relieved a lot.
Duan Congyan closed his eyes, and his clenched brows gradually eased.
Meng Zezhi breathed a sigh of relief, and at this moment, a familiar smell rushed into his nose, like mint and lotus leaves.
His complexion changed slightly, and when he wanted to examine it, the smell suddenly disappeared.
His eyes fell on Duan Congyan, who had retracted into the bed, and shook his head.
Probably an illusion.
Meng Zezhi thought about it, sighed slightly, got up and went back to the room.
The next morning, recalling what happened last night, Duan Congyan stared at the hot water bag in his hand with a gloomy expression.
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#小shou will not love old age? #
No, he just wanted to try a special pose!