A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Chapter 118

As soon as Guan Lingyu's words came out, not only the expressions of Wu Dahu and Song Qinghan, who were the parties involved, changed drastically, but Hualien, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help frowning, and looked reproachfully at the calm Guan Lingyu.

Wu Dahu's face darkened, and he directly refused: "I already have a husband, and it is impossible to marry someone else."

"Really? Even if you don't want your own life?"

Guan Lingyu said slowly, taking advantage of the situation, stepped forward and grabbed Wu Dahu's clothes.

Wu Dahu was so disgusted that he shook off his hand and said in a deep voice, "Please respect yourself! Cough cough..."

A series of violent coughs suddenly broke out in his throat, and his body became stiff.

Guan Lingyu's eyes lit up, and he said with a light smile, "It seems that you still have thoughts about me, but are you worried about your son? Don't worry, I will treat him as my own, if you are not at ease , it’s okay if I don’t have children in the future.”

The more he said that, Wu Dahu coughed harder, and his body was so shaky that it seemed that he would fall in the next moment.

Song Qinghan couldn't stand it anymore, rushed out from the shadows, grabbed Wu Dahu's hand before Guan Lingyu, and said indifferently: "Don't bother this young master, this Bingshan snow lotus has one and two, since young master If you don't want to give up, then we will find another way and leave."

After finishing speaking, he winked at Hualien, helped Wu Dahu and walked towards the carriage.

When Guan Lingyu saw Song Qinghan's appearance, surprise flashed in his eyes, but he didn't stop them. He stood with his arms folded and said slowly: "As long as Wu Dahu stays tonight, I can use this flower immediately." The iceberg snow lotus made the first antidote."

Wu Dahu didn't say anything, but Song Qinghan hesitated.

As long as you solve this time, there are only six times left, not only will not delay tomorrow's competition, but also will not delay the final test in the capital.

Seeing that he was tempted, Guan Lingyu continued to add fuel to the fire.

"This first antidote, it is my repayment to Wu Dahu for saving his life that day. Apart from the condition of staying, there is no other restriction."

"Why? Don't you dare?"

Seeing Guan Lingyu's expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, Song Qinghan's eyes darkened, and he said decisively: "I will stay with him!"

Guan Lingyu was also very straightforward, and said directly: "Okay!"

Wu Dahu couldn't resist Song Qinghan, so he had to get off the carriage. Song Qinghan glanced at Hualien and confessed: "Go back and take care of Wenxuan and Xiaoshitou. We will go back tomorrow."

Hua Lian nodded seriously, and felt a little worried when she saw the backs of the two walking into the courtyard.

Probably because he let go completely, Song Qinghan started chatting with Guan Lingyu instead, and asked seemingly unintentionally: "Young master, why did you suddenly fall in love with my husband? With the appearance of a young master, I want to find someone who is better than me." People who are a hundred times stronger are not a problem."

Guan Lingyu looked at Wu Dahu affectionately, smiled shyly, and said softly: "When I first saw Mr. Wu that day, I thought he was a wicked person. After I came out, I realized that he was just a bad-tempered person. It’s just a good guy. When I tried my best to find him, I realized that he was not bad-tempered, but only nice to a specific person. So I wondered, what would happen if that special person was me? "

"Thinking about it, I actually put it on my mind. It just happened to happen to me. I thought, maybe it's an instruction from heaven to let me be with Mr. Wu logically."

Wu Dahu frowned, looking at Guan Lingyu's shy look, he would rather that he lost his temper at every turn like that day, so that he was still a bit human.

The corners of Song Qinghan's mouth twitched, and he thought that Guan Lingyu probably regarded himself as the protagonist in the storybook, for the sake of the so-called "love", he put aside all the worldly etiquette and moved himself self-righteously.

He said coldly: "Haven't you ever thought that what you are doing now is breaking up a couple who love each other? What's more, even if Dahu marries you, do you think you can get his?"

Guan Lingyu glanced at him contemptuously, and said nonchalantly, "What do you have that deserves Mr. Wu's love? Face? You can still see it now, but what about five years later? Ten years later? Medical skills? Can’t even recognize the Unfeeling Grass? How about this, in order to convince you to lose, you can choose from piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and poetry, as long as you can beat me in one of them, I will allow you to continue to stay by Mr. Wu’s side. "

Seeing his arrogant tone, Song Qinghan was really aroused to be competitive, and said with a smile: "Whether you allow it or not, the person next to Wu Dahu is me, but I really want to let you see it today, what is it? 'Don't talk too much'."

The two looked at each other, and there seemed to be invisible sparks flashing in the air, which gave Wu Dahu a headache.

When Guan Lingyu played the guzheng, Song Qinghan whistled freely, and even echoed Guan Lingyu's rhythm from afar, making a piece of music with both classical beauty and modern beauty.

After the song was over, Guan Lingyu sneered and said, "I don't know, when will this mouth be a piano!"

Song Qinghan said without changing his face: "The word qin does not only refer to instruments with strings, but generally refers to all beautiful music. If you are not satisfied, then we will continue to the next item."

As soon as he said this, he put all the responsibility on Guan Lingyu, and showed a magnanimous appearance. Hearing this, Guan Lingyu blushed and looked at him viciously, as if he wanted to kill him. It's like swallowing it into the stomach.

After the chessboard was set up, Song Qinghan picked up the pieces first, and said with a smile: "I don't know how to go, but I know backgammon. Let me explain the rules again. If you can accept it, then do as I say. If you can't accept it, then it's fine." I admit defeat."

Before Guan Lingyu could answer, he held black in one hand and white in the other, and began to explain the rules of backgammon.

If Guan Lingyu says he can't accept such an easy-to-understand rule, he will probably be considered a fool, so he can only say aggrievedly: "Okay! Then do as you say. "

Song Qinghan chuckled, raised his eyelids, saw that Guan Lingyu was completely led by him, couldn't help but sighed in his heart, worried about his IQ.

In the first set, Song Qinghan won. He smiled and said with a good temper: "Two wins in three sets."

In the second set, Song Qinghan still won. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Three wins out of five?"

In the third round, Song Qinghan still won, he said leisurely: "Seven rounds..."

"Enough! I don't know how to play this game!"

Guan Lingyu interrupted loudly, threw the chess piece directly, and looked at Song Qinghan with a livid face.

Rather than admitting defeat, he would rather admit that he is a fool. What's more, Song Qinghan can use the excuse that he can't play Go, why can't he use it?

Song Qinghan put down the chess piece with a calm expression, and another five-piece in a row appeared on the chessboard, and he calmly said: "Okay, let's continue."

When it came to the item of "book", Song Qinghan thought for a while, and asked someone to find a piece of black charcoal in the kitchen, cut it into the thickness of a little finger, wrapped the upper part with oil paper, and slowly wrote on the rice paper like writing with a pen. stand up.

Because there are articles that can be copied, Song Qinghan doesn't have to worry that he can't write traditional Chinese characters. After the stick of incense burnt out, he put down the self-made "pencil" with unsatisfied feelings.

When the rice paper of the two was put together, Guan Lingyu couldn't help frowning.

Although Song Qinghan's handwriting does not have the texture of a brush at all, it can be seen that the brushwork is strong and has a sense of flowing water.

He couldn't help asking: "What kind of font are you using?"

Song Qinghan looked at Guan Lingyu's hairpin lowercase for a while, and praised directly: "Good calligraphy! Oh, me? I'm...hospital font."

"Hospital?" Guan Lingyu frowned and repeated, looking deep in thought, but no matter how hard he searched in his memory, he couldn't find any information about "hospital", so he had no choice but to say unwillingly, "Come again!"

Song Qinghan tried his best to hold back his laughter, nodded seriously, and said, "Come again!"

Painting is Song Qinghan's greatest weakness, not one of them. Looking at Guan Lingyu who had already started to write, he pondered for a long time, and then had an idea, ran into the kitchen, and began to mix and match colors with various vegetables.

Guan Lingyu was very serious when he was painting, so it was only when he was taking a break after painting that he realized that Song Qinghan was no longer there, and his paper was still empty.

He frowned, and when he was about to ask someone, Song Qinghan ran in sweating profusely, holding colorful paints in his hands, looking excited.

Guan Lingyu sneered, and slowly melted the paint he wanted to use.

This Chinese painting emphasizes purity, if there are too many and exaggerated colors, it will only make a joke.

When he saw Song Qinghan flicking the brush with paint on the rice paper, he screamed in fright and said in disbelief, "What are you doing?"

Song Qinghan looked at Guan Lingyu who had accidentally thrown paint on his face, blinked innocently, and coughed lightly: "I'm painting... By the way, this is carrot juice, you can drink it." Drink it, don't worry."

After speaking, he glanced at the incense that was about to burn out, and hurriedly said: "I will draw first, and I will explain to you later."

Guan Lingyu took a clean handkerchief from the servant, and after wiping off the paint on his face, he was angry and ashamed, raised his pen, focused all his attention on his painting, and slowly filled in the color.

He couldn't believe it!Can't beat a country boy today!

When the time came, the two of them closed their pens at the same time. Song Qinghan looked at his abstract painting, without even thinking about it, and said first: "The name of this painting is The World in the Eyes of Children."

Guan Lingyu froze for a moment, looking at his colorful painting, his face darkened.

What a world through the eyes of a child!They are not children, how do they know what the world looks like in the eyes of children?

What's more, everything in this world has its own color. If it is said that the world in the eyes of children is colorful, then there is nothing wrong with it.

He reached out and tore off his painting, and said expressionlessly, "Continue."