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Chapter 53 The Great Enlightenment
In a private house in the county seat, Han Jiaoyu, who had just returned home from the school office, went straight to a house in the backyard regardless of his exhaustion.

The setting in the room is elegant, with boudoir women's decorations everywhere, but at the moment it is filled with a strong medicinal fragrance.

Han Jiaoyu walked into the room softly, and saw his wife was weeping beside the bed, and her daughter, who was pale and sickly, was staring at the top of the bed with blank eyes, the arrogant and frank daughter in the past Han Yueqin has become a completely different person at this moment.

Seeing this scene, Han Jiaoyu was also worried for a while.

That day, because someone had pushed Han Yueqin to make things difficult for Zhang Xinzhi, he beat her once on the grounds that his daughter was involved in public affairs without authorization.

The proud Han Yueqin didn't dare to hate her father, but hated the person who lied to her, and before her injury healed, she sneaked out to find trouble with that person.As a result, the man avoided seeing them, and the two argued through the wall, and the man was acting like a rascal, which made Han Yueqin half dead.

On the way back, Han Yueqin, who was out of her mind, was pushed by someone from behind, fell into the water, and was about to drown.

Fortunately, a fishing boat passed by, and the boat lady on the boat rescued her.

Injured and cold, Han Yueqin fell ill that day when she was sent home.

Unexpectedly, to make matters worse, someone spread rumors in the county, saying that the girl from the Han family fell in love with a married man, and she threw herself into the water because she couldn't get entangled.
Han Jiaoyu was busy in the school office for the past few days, and he really couldn't leave. Mrs. Han was in a mess because of her daughter's illness.

Han Yueqin, who was full of shame and anger, had a high fever that night, and within a day she almost died.

Later, it was Han Jiaoyu who rushed to the county town to invite a doctor, and forced the doctor to use the medicine of tiger and wolf, and then snatched back Han Yueqin, who had half a foot into the Hall of Yama.Although the man was rescued, he was still weak and unconscious, which made Han Jiaoyu and his wife's heart hurt to death.

There is a rural superstition that there are three flowers on the top of a person's head, and those who are seriously ill will wither.And only writing can make a person happy. Some people will let someone with excellent literary talent do the writing of a seriously ill girl in the family, and then burn the good article in the girl's room, which can save a life.

Han Jiaoyu didn't believe this at first, but Madam Han firmly believed in it. She cried and asked Han Jiaoyu to sneak a few sentences of her daughter's words into the examination questions, and even appointed Zhang Xinzhi, who should be killed, to do it.

Poor parents all over the world, Han Jiaoyu, who has kept himself clean for decades, said no, but turned around and changed all the questions for the second day to those given by his daughter.I still secretly hate in my heart, if Zhang Xinzhi does not do well, I will make him look good!
Fortunately, Zhang Xinzhi was indeed Zhang Xinzhi, he answered the questions very well, and his writing really blossomed.

Today, when Jiaoyu Han sealed the paper library and just left the school office, there were already family members waiting by the school office door, and they happily told him that the girl had woken up at noon yesterday.Han Jiaoyu was stunned for a while, because he remembered that Zhang Xinzhi handed in the exam right after lunch.

Han Jiaoyu secretly wiped away his tears, then walked around the screen solemnly and came to his wife and daughter.

Mrs. Han stopped crying when she saw Han Jiaoyu came back, and patted her daughter's hand.

"Your father is the most upright person, and this time I forced him to lose his inch, and used all your questions on the exam papers. Poor your father's reputation in his entire life was spent on you. I Son, don't blame your father."

Han Yueqin glanced at her father just now, and Han Jiaoyu's hair became much grayer after not seeing her for a few days.Immediately, she couldn't help but shed tears and called her daddy.

Han Jiaoyu suppressed his sorrow, knowing that people can't cry when they are sick, so they pretended to smile.

"In the past, you always called Dad to be your father, why did you suddenly have the attitude of a child. You are too temperamental, and you have to change it in the future."

Mrs. Han saw that her husband said it with a smile at first, but after a few words he began to lecture the woman again, so she pulled him dissatisfied.

"Master, Qin'er is still sick!"

"Oh, oh," Han Jiaoyu stroked his hair with a smile, "My Qin'er is as talented as a man, so I am naturally a reasonable person, but my father is too strict."

With pale complexion, Han Yueqin grabbed Han Jiaoyu's hand with red eyes.

"My daughter already knew that she had a bad point, that is, she was too high-minded, and she couldn't pretend to be someone in her eyes. So this time, she was lied to by someone's lies. I didn't like Wu Yaodu's sister. How dare she lie to me even if I don’t want her? I blamed her all my faults, and went to find her bad luck before my injury healed, but I didn’t think about where my fault was.”

"What's wrong with you?" Mrs. Han had never seen her daughter so weak, and her heart ached, "I don't think your father should teach you that way for that!"

"My mother loves me, but she also spoils me." Han Yueqin calmed down and shook her head, "If I hadn't been arrogant, I wouldn't have caused so many troubles. There are obviously talented people I am ten times more, I believed in other people's nonsense because I refused to accept it. When my daughter was about to die, I saw everything through. It turned out that I had been convinced in my heart, but it was because I didn't let go of this face that this result. In the future , My daughter no longer plays with those articles and poems. A daughter's family should look like a daughter's family. Once my parents gave birth to me, they must not cut off the root of the Han family by accommodating my temperament. Only this time the illness is cured , I will pick up those embroidery jobs. I will recruit someone to stay at home and take care of my parents."

Hearing the truth of her daughter's enlightenment at the time of life and death, it broke the hearts of Han Jiaoyu and his wife.

Han Jiaoyu hastily grabbed his daughter's hand.

"Qin'er, I'm not in a hurry, let's get well first." He touched his sleeve hesitantly, but was seen by Han Yueqin.

As soon as Han Yueqin changed her mind, she already knew what her father was hesitating about.

"Daddy, did you get that man's transcript? Although my daughter doesn't play with those anymore, it's okay to read."

Han Jiaoyu felt a bit of a headache at this time, his daughter had gone through a life-and-death experience, but she turned from extreme dissatisfaction with that boy to another extreme.

"Since the master is here, let's take a look with Qin'er to pass the time." Mrs. Han didn't want Han Yueqin to feel dissatisfied at this time, so she went to search Han Jiaoyu's sleeve bag.

"You guys!" Han Jiaoyu pulled out the three snow-white transcripts and put them in Han Yueqin's hands, "It's just one thing, take care of your illness, don't waste your energy."

When Mrs. Han saw that Han Yueqin had received the paper, she rushed Han Jiaoyu to rest.

As soon as Han Jiaoyu left, Mrs. Han turned her head and saw that her daughter was struggling to reach out, so she took the paper.

"Qin'er closes her eyes and rests her mind, can mother read to you?"

Han Yueqin smiled: "Mother's talent is better than my father's. If you read it for me, I'm afraid the writing will be three points better."

Mrs. Han looked at the volume with a smile, but said: "It turned out that your father copied it with his own hands, but it's a pity that it wasn't that kid's own handwriting."

"Qin'er's first couplet is that spring rain and valley rain are all flower language, but this person's second couplet is right, autumn wind and gold wind are all rice harvests. Hey, it is true."

Mrs. Han didn't see that there was a blush on Han Yueqin's pale face.

(End of this chapter)