Reborn beauty like a cloud

Zhao Xuan sighed:

"Is it because of illness?"

The girl shook her head, and there was an indescribable expression on her face, which seemed to be resentment, but more like nostalgia.

"It happened a long time ago, and I almost forgot about it." It was obvious that she had something on her mind, but she didn't want to talk about it.

Since she didn't want to say it, forget it, it's not Zhao Xuan's style to force others to make things difficult.

Zhao Xuan looked at the girl's legs:

"Then your legs, have you seen them?"

The girl nodded:

"I've seen it. I spent a lot of money, but it still hasn't been cured."

Zhao Xuan frowned:

"what did the doctor say?"

The girl smiles:

"Atrophy of the muscles and nerves, and necrosis of the blood vessels made the whole leg unable to exert strength at all, until it was impossible to walk."

Zhao Xuan sighed:

"This is really bad news."

The girl finally smiled, this is the first time he saw her laugh.

"You are so funny! Isn't it bad news, is it good news?"

Looking carefully at the girl in front of him, Zhao Xuan felt that if she didn't have the scar, she would definitely be considered a beauty with a score of 85. Her body was wrapped in a cotton jacket, so she couldn't tell it at all, just from her height, skin, and beautiful hair. Look, it's totally up to the mark.

She has black and beautiful hair, clear and bright eyes, a straight nose, pink and slightly edged cherry lips, and white and smooth skin, all of which she has.

But it was a pity that the scar that ran through her right eye and cheek added a stern look to her originally delicate face, causing her appearance to drop below the passing line.

But even with that scar on the side of the smile, she still looks good when she smiles.

Zhao Xuan said slowly:

"Is there no good treatment plan? A person like you, with inconvenient legs, and such a high floor, how do you live?"

The girl smiled and shook her head:

"My leg can't be healed, but it's okay, I've survived five years, and I can still live in the future."

Zhao Xuan frowned:

"How will your income be settled? How will you eat in the future?" Although this question is a bit vulgar, it hits the nail on the head. The girl's home doesn't even have heating. Her body is so thin, but she can only wear a coat in this room. The living environment is so poor, life is really too difficult.

The girl smiled faintly:

"I write something to make money, so I can take care of my own life."

Zhao Xuan looked at the girl in surprise:

"Yo, you're still a writer, you're amazing! Can you let me read your article?" There was absolutely no disdain in his smile, but warm appreciation on the contrary.

The girl's pink face was slightly flushed, she really couldn't refuse the boy's request, let alone his request was not too much, and gave Zhao Xuan the book next to Qin.

"There are."

Zhao Xuan took the magazine, it was "Yi Lin" with a green cover, opened the catalog, and saw three horizontal lines on the catalog, the names of the articles were different, but the author's signature was the same name - Orange Snow Xuan.

"Cheng Xuexuan? Is that your pen name?"

The girl nodded:

"It's my pen name, but my real name is also Cheng Xuexuan, it's just Cheng Cheng."

Zhao Xuan nodded:

"It's a nice name."

The girl's face turned red, she was praised many times by Zhao Xuan today, no one has ever praised her like this, it seems that she is full of good points.

Zhao Xuan gently opened the book in his hand, and found an article called "Father".

"...Sometimes I wonder if my music will reach heaven. I hope my father can hear my music and how I miss him... The reservoir behind the hill is really beautiful. Beauty, the water there has a clear and transparent jasper-like brilliance, standing on the shore, facing the cool mist blowing...it will make people gradually intoxicated...that is a kind of pure beauty that I yearn for...Father, you have seen it Is it? My daughter is alive and strong...don't worry..."

After Zhao Xuan finished reading the article, he quietly closed the book:

"You write really well."

The girl shyly said:

"No, don't praise me."

Zhao Xuan shook his head:

"I'm telling the truth. Your articles have a kind of pure beauty. I like reading books and spending time in the library, but it's been several years, but I've never seen an article that moved my heart."

Zhao Xuan's boast was true, so it was impossible to refuse.

The girl smiled slightly:

"Since you like my article, I will give you this book."

Zhao Xuan did not refuse, accepting the book was the greatest comfort to her.

"Thank you, it's late, I should go."

"Wait." The girl stopped Zhao Xuan, "You know my name, but I don't know yours yet."

Zhao Xuan smiled:

"My name is Zhao Xuan."

Back in his own room, Zhao Xuan walked to the balcony, quietly flipping through the "Yi Lin" in his hand, reading the articles on it, smiling from time to time.

Orange Xuexuan is the name of a kind of flower, Zhao Xuan knows it, and this flower represents purity and strength, this pseudonym is really nice.But what sounds better than her pseudonym is her piano voice.

Maybe eating some food every day, basking in the sun, and pressing the road are boring to ordinary people, even boring. Some people like to stay at home all year round because they are too lazy.But these things that ordinary people can easily do are so difficult for Cheng Xuexuan. She lives so hard, but she lives so strong!It seems that she has never given up in her emotions, and she doesn't know what giving up is!Even though her family was completely desolate, she didn't show the slightest bit of depression on her face. The only thing she had was perhaps nostalgia and sadness for what happened in the past.

Zhao Xuan felt that she had completely let go of her obsession with legs, so when he asked her, she only curled her calves slightly, and her expression was still generous and natural.

Zhao Xuan suddenly remembered a sentence: when you encounter something, if you like it, then enjoy it; if you don’t like it, then avoid it; if you can’t avoid it, then change it; if you can’t change it, then accept it; Deal with it; it's hard to handle, then let it go.

Cheng Xuexuan's face seemed to appear in front of Zhao Xuan's eyes. Her appearance was not beautiful, but Zhao Xuan fell in love with her. This kind of liking was not the kind of liking for love, but the kind of liking for wanting to protect her.

This kind of feeling is very strange, Zhao Xuan doesn't want to have it, but since he has this kind of love in his heart, he doesn't want to drive it away...

The sound of the piano gradually sounded, and it was she who played it. The music seemed to have life. She was painting a beautiful picture, like gurgling water, quietly, slowly, flowing down from the mountains, and gradually dripping on the ground. On the rocks, and then converge with other water flows to form a stream, and finally become a small river... A setting sun paves the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red... The afterglow of the past illuminates the golden light of the river... Boats go boating, catch people... reeds Cong...Little Stone Bridge...

Scenes flashed before Zhao Xuan's eyes, what a beautiful picture scroll, what a quiet picture scroll.

Music can reflect a person's character, Cheng Xuexuan's heart must be quiet, and she also yearns for quiet.

The peak of Qinyin turns around, the bright moon hangs high, the clear moonlight falls, everything is silent, the waves on the whole river are calm, and the lights of thousands of houses...

Zhao Xuan closed his eyes, the book was on his chest, and accompanied by the quiet music, he gradually fell into a dream...

............

In the early morning of the next day, Zhao Xuan sat up from the rocking chair early in the morning.

He went downstairs in casual clothes, came to the place where the creek and square stones were far away in the field, and began to practice.

Half an hour later, Zhao Xuan opened his eyes and looked at his palm.

He suddenly thought of something, if it is possible, maybe Cheng Xuexuan's illness can be cured!

Didn't the novels say that true qi can heal wounds? Now that I have true qi, can I use it to heal Cheng Xuexuan?Wouldn't it be the best of both worlds if you could?I have learned a new skill, and Cheng Xuexuan's illness can be cured?

In fact, to be honest, Zhao Xuan has three or four million yuan on hand. If Cheng Xuexuan's illness can be cured by modern medical treatment, Zhao Xuan will not mind spending the money to treat her illness. Anyway, the money is easy to come by. Zhao Xuan didn't care either.The point is that Cheng Xuexuan said that her illness could not be cured, so could she drag her to the hospital?

Although in Zhao Xuan's opinion, it is more likely that she has no money to see a doctor.

Quietly feeling the flow of zhenqi in the body, Zhao Xuan tried for the first time to take the initiative to use a year to control the zhenqi gathering in the palm of his hand, the first time, failed, the second time, failed, and the third time, Zhao Xuan's forehead was already Sweating, still failed!

A whole morning, hundreds of trials, none of them were successful.

Zhao Xuan was a little frustrated.

Although he doesn't like to explore things, it's only when he doesn't really want to explore. If he really wants to know something, he's quite persistent, especially when it's very important. His tenacity when he first learned the flute proved this point.

Finally, after countless experiments, Zhao Xuan finally gathered a ball of true energy in his palm. Although he couldn't see it, he could feel it.

His palms are warm, and there seems to be hope!

Zhao Xuan lightly pressed the zhenqi on his arm, suddenly, there was a sharp tearing pain, and the skin touched by the zhenqi was red and swollen. Fortunately, the zhenqi belonged to him, and after sneaking into the body It was quickly absorbed, and if it belonged to someone else, it would have caused a fight in one's own body.

My zhenqi is only aggressive, and I don’t know how long it will take to study it if I want to have the legendary healing effect. I can study it slowly, but Cheng Xuexuan’s illness has been several years. drag?

Zhao Xuan frowned.

After the morning exercise, Zhao Xuan returned to the house. He still needs to continue to study the nature of the application of zhenqi. He doesn't believe that his Xiaoxiang zhenqi has the effect of attacking, because he can feel that Xiaoxiang zhenqi has more of the The nature is soft like water and clouds, how can such zhenqi be purely harmful zhenqi?

Just as Zhao Xuan kept repeating the experiment, the phone rang.

Zhao Xuan picked up the phone and saw the number on the phone, a little confused:

"Hello, Xun'er?"

Xiao Xun'er's laughter came from the other end of the phone:

"it's me."

Zhao Xuan asked:

"What's the matter? Didn't you go to work today?"

Xiao Xun'er explained:

"I'm on leave, I won't go to work, it's troublesome, my feet hurt."

Zhao Xuan couldn't help laughing:

"It's not impossible to take a taxi, okay, since you have already asked for leave, it's fine, what can I do for you?"

Xiao Xun'er suddenly became hesitant:

"This one……"