Winter passes and spring comes again.
In the small courtyard, there is a faint fragrance of flowers, which dispels the cold that does not want to go away.
"Mr. Lin's wine is indeed a good wine."
Mr. Wang put down the wine glass in his hand and looked at Lin Yi across the way with emotion.
“The old lady has just recovered. Isn’t he here specifically to drink today?”
Ji Yi smiled slightly and said calmly.
Who would have thought that at the beginning of the year, the old man of the Wang family would be seriously ill again and was about to pass away.
Now, I am in good health, and some people will believe me if I say I can live another ten years.
"I really didn't come here just for the wine."
Mr. Wang slowly put down the wine glass in his hand and said with emotion on his face.
"Before the beginning of the year, the old man was about to die. Fortunately, he was able to survive with the help of his husband. But between life and death, the old man seemed to have seen the past."
At this point, Mr. Wang bowed respectfully to Lin Yi. , and then spoke again.
"Mr. Lin's wine can make people recall the past. I wonder if Mr. Lin's paintings can also have this ability?"
As these words fell, Mr. Wang's There was a trace of longing in his eyes.
“Brother Lin, please.”
Wang Huaien on the side also said solemnly when he saw Lin Yi was silent.
He had seen Ji Yi's paintings and felt the charm in them. If the old man in his family had not been suffering from a heart disease that was difficult to treat, he would not have chosen to come here again.
"In that case, please wait a moment."
Ji Yi didn't feel much embarrassment.
After all, because of Mrs. Wang’s heartache, he further understood the power of love.
The reason why he frowned just now was because there was no painting in his hand that could resolve Old Mrs. Wang's heartache.
However, just one more painting is enough, and it only takes a cup of tea.
"This is it, this is it..."
After a cup of tea, Mr. Wang looked at the bamboo house in the painting, with tears rolling in his eyes.
If you look carefully, you will see a faint shadow within the bamboo house and landscape in the painting.
"This is Wanru...my Wanru."
With murmurings, Mrs. Wang suddenly fainted after choking.
"Uncle..."
Seeing this scene, Wang Huaien looked shocked.
He never imagined that just a painting could have such power.
The figure of the person in the painting was clearly blurry, so why did his uncle, at first glance, think he was his aunt who had passed away decades ago.
"Brother Lin..."
"Don't worry, it's just a little overthinking and it's nothing serious."
Lin Yi naturally knew what the reason was and was feeling his pulse. After spending a bit of mana in the process, he opened his mouth and said.
“You can take this painting back with you. It should be able to completely cure Mrs. Wang’s heart disease.”
Regarding Mrs. Wang's reaction, Lin Yi knew there would be such a result before taking out this painting.
"Thank you, Brother Lin, but this painting..."
Speaking of this, Wang Huaien said with an embarrassed look on his face after pondering for a while.
"To be honest, after my uncle recovered from his illness, we decided to move back to our hometown during his lifetime.
If this painting is taken away, I am afraid it will be difficult to return it."
"You and I got to know each other. Since I let you take this painting away, Lin naturally has no intention of getting it back. I hope that Mrs. Wang's illness can get better."
Jin Yi cupped his hand. He spoke.
“I can’t say thank you for your kindness.”
Wang Huaien said with a moved face. "I know that Brother Lin has never cared about money, but when he leaves this time, I am afraid that I cannot take away all the property of the Wang family.
I had a restaurant on Ningde Street and gave it to Brother Lin.
Brother Lin, don’t refuse. Wang hopes to have a drink and talk with Brother Lin next time we meet again. "
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Huaien took the unconscious Mrs. Wang and the painting, bowed solemnly to Lin Yi, and left here.
"Another restaurant. ”
Looking at the backs of the two people, Ji Yi sighed helplessly.
If he remembered correctly, half a year ago Baiyun Tower had a problem with its turnover, so the property in the restaurant was mortgaged by him.
"That's all, it would be nice to have one more restaurant. I won't have to bring money with me when I go out in the future."
Thinking of this, Lin Yi raised his hand and saw a wisp of red silk thread. His fingertips lingered.
This is not a red line, but a condensed artistic conception.
It’s just that it’s not Lin Yi’s artistic conception, but the sense of sadness that came from the painting when Mr. Lin saw things and missed people.
This meaning is very similar to Fang Qingye's "The Sorrow of Red Maple". Although it is far from comparable to it, it is the prototype of the artistic conception.
This is why Ji Yi gave away the painting without hesitation.
On the one hand, it is to save people, but on the other hand, he is the one who earns his blood.
A few days later, Mrs. Wang regained consciousness.
But only three days passed before Wang Huai'en and his family moved out of Ning'an City, and with them came a title deed to the restaurant.
...
On this day, accompanied by the sound of a horse neighing, a luxurious carriage stopped in front of Lin's Liquor Shop.
“This is it.”
Song Ping looked at the door of the wine shop in front of him, with a solemn look in his eyes.
"Lu'er, go call someone."
As the carriage stopped, a woman wearing a white fairy dress and a veil stepped out of the carriage with the support of the maid Lu'er.
"Miss, why do we have to come all the way here in person instead of having someone directly invite Mr. Lin over?"
Lu'er looked at him with a puzzled look on his face. Miss, her eyes were full of distress.
My young lady has been suffering from cold illness since she was a child. She has been to countless doctors, but she has never recovered.
Over the years, the cold has become more and more serious, making it difficult to walk even a few steps.
"Then you also know about Mrs. Wang. How can a person with such great ability be treated like an ordinary doctor?"
Speaking of this, Zhao Qianru was supported by Lu'er. Accompanied by the coachman Song Ping, he stepped into the wine shop.
“I never thought it was Mr.”
As soon as Fang came to the backyard, Song Ping was about to speak, but after seeing the person in front of him clearly, there was a trace of astonishment in his eyes.
Mr. Lin, who was skilled in medicine and wine in Ning'an City, was actually the young man he met in the cold fog a few years ago.
If it weren't for his excellent memory, he might have almost forgotten it.
"Brother Song, do you know Mr. Lin?"
Hearing this, Lu'er, who was supporting Zhao Qianru, was stunned, and the latter even asked.
"A few years ago, we met in a heavy fog."
Jin Yi looked at the three masters and servants, and his heart moved slightly.
He knew that after word spread that he had cured Mrs. Wang, it would inevitably attract many patients.
Unexpectedly, the first person here was the person he met before entering Ning'an City a few years ago.
"The three of you are here today for treatment, right?"
Thinking like this, Ji Yi's eyes fell on Zhao Qianru's figure, and he frowned slightly .
……(End of this chapter)