After Fu Ling returned home, she was still suffocating in her heart. She could only feel relieved after seeing that the calligraphy stickers around her were intact.
When she opened the door, Chu Qing was sitting at the table reading a book. Fu Ling took a closer look and saw that she had kept those books in the cabinet for who knows how long. There was still some dust on them that had not been wiped clean!
She has treasured most of the medical skills, and now there are only some idle books left, and she has not read them for a long time and has forgotten what they contain. However, seeing Chu Qing's joy in reading them, Fuling thinks about buying a few more books next time she goes out to the street. The book is back so that he can relieve his boredom.
The weather today is quite good, and the sunlight shines through a few shadows from the branches on Chu Qing's face, making his already handsome face look a little more clear-cut than usual.
Although he had lost his memory, Chu Qing's five senses were still very sensitive. He noticed it when Fu Ling opened the door, but he remained silent until he read the last two pages before closing the book.
"How long are you going to watch there?"
He slowly poured himself a glass of water. Only then did Fuling come back to her senses from her semi-dementia state. Her cheeks were slightly red as if something had been exposed, "You and I are husband and wife, and I can't look at you yet." "
"Yes." The smile on Chu Qing's face became even gentler, "You can watch as long as you want, but aren't you tired just standing there all the time? You are very tired from running around on this trip, so come here and rest first!"
He patted the chair next to him, then poured a cup of tea for Fu Ling, and pushed it to her when she sat down.
Thinking of going out this time, Fuling felt a little unhappy again, "Today I met someone on the street who wanted to buy your calligraphy."
She still told Chu Qing about this matter. In fact, she just wanted to compliment him on the side that his calligraphy was indeed very beautiful. So what did the people who wanted to buy his calligraphy say? Very classy.
While thinking about this, Fu Ling felt happy because Chu Qing was praised, but it was not good when she thought that these words would be bought by others.
"Isn't this great?" Unexpectedly, Chu Qing's eyes lit up after hearing his words, and she gestured twice with her hands eagerly, "If someone really likes it, then I will write more and sell it and make a lot of money." A few bucks."
"What are you thinking?" Fu Ling glared, and then said dissatisfied: "I want to keep your writing to ward off evil spirits. If you take it out and sell it, what will I keep with you?"
In fact, she was reluctant to give up, but she had to make up an unseemly reason to bluff people.
Chu Qing saw Xiao Jiujiu in her heart, and immediately rubbed her head with a smile, "If you want to ward off evil spirits, why don't you let me write a few words on you, so that you can avoid them more thoroughly. What are those words? Use it. If they like it, then sell it. Now I am half a disabled person. I have to rely on you to support me until my leg is healed. Even if you don’t feel anything, I will still feel uneasy. I can give you more subsidies. a little."
In fact, Chu Qing knew in his heart that the family was short of money. Although Fuling never mentioned this matter on the surface, he could see it from the details. What's more, although the house he lived in was clean, it occasionally leaked. , and what’s even more frightening is that he can only stare and stare, but there is nothing he can do about it. Now that someone actually appreciates his handwriting, he can only do it with his hands.
Unexpectedly, Fuling shook her head seriously and said, "I said I won't sell it, so I won't sell it. When those people on the street wanted to buy the words, they made me angry. Why do you still make me angry when you get home?"
Her eyes widened and she left angrily.
Chu Qing opened his mouth behind her, but in the end he didn't call her to stop. He could only shake his head when he saw her retreating back.
Soon, winter came, and there were fewer prey in the mountains. In the past, Fuling always carried a bunch of large and small things in her hands when she came back. In recent days, she can only bring back some hares, pheasants, etc., and occasionally just pick some fruits. The time to come back is getting later and later.