Chapter 3: Farewell

  Through the hazy rain curtain, the eyes of the four people in the courtyard fell on Situ Wenyan as she stepped into the courtyard.

  Zhang Pinchao and his son Zhang Yi, who were familiar with Situ Wenjuan, were slightly shocked and stood still for a moment. The stout woman with a fierce momentum and her daughter Wang Xiaochun stared at Situ Wenjuan with their eyes wide open, their eyes revealing an unbelievable expression.

  Is this the fairy who has descended from heaven?

  How can there be such beautiful girls in this world?

  She has a classic beauty with a melon-seed-shaped face, skin that is tender and delicate as jade, presenting an ivory white complexion. Under her long eyelashes, her calm eyes seem to have a profound and unfathomable charm like the ocean. Below her straight nose bridge are thin lips as tender and lovely as rose petals.

  A casual outfit that perfectly showcases her tall and slender figure.

  With an embroidered umbrella in hand, carrying a suitcase, and with a hint of cool arrogance, Situ Wenyan walked up to Zhang Yi's face. The embroidered umbrella blocked the falling rain for Zhang Yi, and she smiled faintly at him.

  "Before, you said you had a girlfriend and kept rejecting my pursuit. Now, if I'm not mistaken, your girlfriend is here to break up with you. So, shouldn't you have no reason to continue rejecting me?"

  Zhang Yi's face showed a few points of astonishment, his lips moved several times.

  "Situ Wenjuan, you..."

  Cui Wenwen smiled slightly, and a few tender feelings floated on her absolutely beautiful face. She raised her slender and white jade hand, gently pressed it to Zhang Yi's lips, and lightly laughed: "There's no need to say anything else. Some women have eyes but can't recognize gold and jade, and they miss out on an excellent man like you for nothing. I, Cui Wenwen, won't be blinded. So, as long as you're willing, from now on, I'll be Zhang Yi's woman."

  As she spoke, she gently wiped away a trickle of blood from the corner of Zhang Yi's mouth with her hand, slowly turned around to look at the fat woman and Wang Xiaoqiu, her expression becoming cold and detached. She opened her mouth and said: "You two, your purpose should have been achieved, we won't keep you any longer. The gate is over there... no need to see us off."

  The obese woman's face turned pale and white by turns, and her mouth twitched accordingly.

  If Situ Wenyan's appearance was ordinary, she might have started to mock and ridicule her long ago. However, Situ Wenyan was really too beautiful, so beautiful that it was breathtaking, so beautiful that it made people suffocate. She thought hard for a while but couldn't find any flaws in the other person.

  What she couldn't believe was that this fairy-like girl actually fell in love with this poor little boy?

  Wang Xiaoqiu's eyes showed a complex expression, with a look of wanting to speak but hesitating.

  She was as shocked as her mother by the stunning figure, appearance and temperament of Siu Wan-yin, and that jealousy grew wildly like a raging fire.

  "Mom, let's go!"

  Wang Xiaoqiu's eyes moved arduously to Zhang Yi's face, looked at him deeply for a moment, then turned around and said.

  "Hmm..."

  The stout woman was intimidated by Situ Wenwen's appearance, figure and temperament, and with a hint of annoyance, she coldly snorted and pulled her daughter Wang Xiaoqiu, quickly walking towards the gate.

  In the pouring rain, after the mother and daughter left with their umbrella, Zhang Pinchao seemed to have all his energy drained away, staggering and stumbling as he walked into the house with a sense of desolation and loneliness.

  That mother and daughter didn't seem to notice anything unusual, but he was well aware of the situation. The arrival of Si Tu Wenjuan was meant to bail out her father and son.

  My heart is dead!

  At this moment, using this word to describe Zhang Pinchao is extremely appropriate.

  The cold arrogance on Situ Wenyan's face slowly disappeared, and a beautiful smile appeared on her absolutely stunning face. She opened her mouth and said: "I acted pretty well, didn't I? That mother-daughter pair was too much to bear. If it were me, I would have swept them out the door with a broom long ago."

  Zhang Yi said bitterly: "Thank you!"

  Si Tu Wen Yan waved her hand, the faint smile that had just floated on her face disappeared, and the complex colors in her eyes flashed by, saying: "I should go back to Beijing."

  Zhang Yi's expression was taken aback for a moment, and then he nodded slightly.

  Situ Wenyan hesitated for a moment and asked: "Don't you want to say something?"

  Zhang Yi fell silent for a moment before saying:

  "I'll send you."

  A surge of anger welled up in Situ Wen's heart as she looked at Zhang Yi's pessimistic expression, and she loudly scolded: "Zhang Yi, the you I used to know was optimistic, cheerful, strong, with an indomitable spirit; but now, look at yourself, you're so down and out, like a defeated rooster."

  "Give me some time."

  Zhang Yi said, stretching out his hand to pull out the jade pendant hanging from his neck, and asked: "Wen Yu, is there anything special about this jade pendant you gave me?"

  Situ Wen looked at Zhang Yi with a puzzled expression, shook her head and said: "There's nothing special about it! This jade pendant was bought by my master many years ago in an antique shop, and then given to me. What's wrong?"

  Zhang Yi moved his lips slightly and suppressed what he wanted to say.

  Xīng Zhū Wēn Wǎn doesn't know the specialness of this jade pendant, so she definitely wouldn't understand that this jade pendant caused her body's abnormality. So, it's better not to tell her about the situation inside my body, lest she worries along with me.

  Situ Wenyan looked at Zhang Yi's furrowed brow and suddenly said: "I'll teach you a way to forget her."

  "What?" Zhang Yi was stunned.

  "Xī tuō wēn wǎn wēi wēi yī xiào: "rú guǒ nǐ hái xiǎng niàn tā, jiù bǎ tā de zhào piān p chéng hēi bái, mǎi gè xiàng kuàng kuàng qǐlai, fàng zài yī fu dōu lǐ, xiǎng tā de shí hòu ná chū lái kàn, rán hòu gàosù zì jǐ tā sǐ le……"

  "Hmmph..."

  Zhang Yi suddenly lost his smile, reached out and picked up the suitcase beside Sutu Wenyan, and walked towards the gate of the courtyard.

  On the highway leading to the county town, Zhang Yi and Situ Wenyan stood side by side.

  The atmosphere of farewell was somewhat oppressive, and after a few minutes of silence, Situ Wenwen looked at the bus driving from afar and suddenly asked: "I'm leaving, will you still remember me in the future?"

  "Okay."

  Zhang Yi nodded heavily.

  The bus slowly stopped in front of the two, and Situ Wenwen didn't turn her head to look at Zhang Yi again. As she stepped up onto the bus door, with that carefree attitude, she turned around and waved goodbye to Zhang Yi:

  "Goodbye for now!"

  She didn't let Zhang Yi see the reluctant look in her eyes at this moment.

  The car stops, the car starts.

  The bus soon disappeared into the rain at the end of the highway.

  After seeing off Sito Wenwen, Zhang Yi did not return home because he did not want to see his father's sorrowful appearance, nor did he want his father to see him and feel even more guilty.

  "Teacher..."

  Zhang Yi arrived at his own home next door and looked at Mo Wenfeng sitting cross-legged on a couch in the house, calling out to him respectfully.

  Mo Wenfeng is not a native of this village, although he has lived here for over 20 years. Zhang Yi heard from his father that more than 20 years ago, Mo Wenfeng, who was covered in scars all over his body, came to the village and settled down, becoming their neighbor.

  Zhang Yi has great respect for Mo Wenfeng, and even says he worships him, because in his eyes, Mo Wenfeng is a wise elder who knows the heavens and the earth, and is proficient in all kinds of skills.

  Zither; Go; Calligraphy; Painting; Medicine.

  Talented Zhang Yi has fully grasped Mo Wenhua's true teachings.

  Mo Wenfeng slowly opened his eyes, and with a flash of insight, he quietly looked at Zhang Yi and calmly said: "The emotional tribulation is the trial of refining one's heart. If you can get through it, your future will be bright and smooth, and you will rise to greatness; if you become negative because of this, I'm afraid you will accomplish nothing in this life and live a mediocre existence."

  Zhang Yi clenched his fists tightly, but relaxed them a moment later and said seriously: "Teacher, I believe in myself."

  Mo Wenfeng's eyes showed a hint of satisfaction, and he nodded slowly, saying: "Not bad, a good man will not be without a wife, your road has just begun."

  As they spoke, he stood up from the couch and walked to the crimson cabinet, opened a drawer, took out a palm-sized brocade box, turned around and came in front of Zhang Yi, handed it to him and said: "This is one of my most treasured items, a set of silver needles that have been used for decades. Give up your job repairing bicycles in town! You started learning medicine with me when you were three years old, now it's been eighteen years. If you're willing, starting tomorrow, I'll take you out to practice medicine and let you try it yourself."

  Zhang Yi's eyes lit up, but a moment later, his gaze dimmed and he said bitterly: "Teacher, I've already quit my job and lost my only source of income."

  Mo Wenfeng said lightly: "Don't worry about the source of income anymore. Think carefully, if you agree, come to my place tomorrow and I'll take you to the county town."

  Zhang Yi nodded: "Teacher, I'll stay here for a while."

  Mo Wenfeng said: "Okay, I'll go play chess with your dad."

  Zhang Yi watched Mo Wenfeng leave and felt a surge of emotion, he understood that the teacher was not going to play chess with his father, but to comfort him.

  He sat down on a futon with his legs crossed, and his mind sank into his body. He needed to figure out what was going on inside himself!

  "I'm absolutely not dreaming, there's indeed an extra spring in my dantian, but how did it get into my dantian? Is it harmful to my body?"

  Endless thoughts surged in his mind.

  "This spring eye can't appear for no reason, it must have some special effect, but how can we discover it?"

  His consciousness slowly tried to connect with the spring eye, and what surprised him was that his consciousness quickly merged into the spring eye. Although there were only a few shallow green ** inside, he found that his consciousness could control the shallow green ** in the spring eye.

  This...

  What's going on?

  Can mobilize?

  As his mind stirred, the shallow green color in the spring eye suddenly flowed out under his mental control and swirled around the empty space around his dantian.

  "These pale green lights, should be the same pale green light that made me feel like dying previously. If I control these pale green lights to come out from my dantian again, will I still have that painful feeling?"

  Thinking of this situation, Zhang Yi made a decisive attempt.

  His mind controlled the pale green light, which slowly flowed out from his dantian along with the mouth of the meridians. He clearly "saw" that the pale green light squeezed out some grayish-black substances in the meridians. After these grayish-black substances merged into his muscles, a lot of pale green light dissipated, relentlessly forcing these grayish-black substances to be expelled to the surface of the body.

  Remove impurities from the body?

  Zhang Yi suddenly remembered some knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine, and in an instant, a surge of wild joy rose from the bottom of his heart.

  Suddenly.

  Something even more unbelievable happened.

  His waist, originally injured by Qin Da Biao and the five others, resulting in damaged tendons and muscles with hidden injuries. However, when the shallow green **forced out impurities**, the damaged tendons recovered, and the hidden injuries slowly healed.

  "Hiss... This pale green thing, can it heal the wounds on my body?"

  Half an hour later.

  Zhang Yi's handsome face was filled with a brilliant smile.

  After repeated experiments, after consuming a lot of light green **, he found that the injuries on his body had been restored to their original state after being nourished and repaired by the light green **.

  "If this pale green can heal and repair my injuries, then can I use it to treat others' injuries?"

  At this point, Zhang Yi's eyes lit up.

  "Tomorrow, the teacher is going to take me on a medical visit and even perform the surgery himself. At that time..."