Reborn beauty like a cloud

Zhao Xuan sighed:

"Is it because of illness?"

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

"It happened so long ago, 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 doesn't want to say it, forget it. It's not Zhao Xuan's style to force others to do something difficult.

Zhao Xuan looked at the girl's legs:

"Then have you seen your legs?"

The girl nodded:

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

Zhao Xuan frowned:

"what did the doctor say?"

Girl smiles:

"Muscle and nerve atrophy and vascular circulation necrosis make the whole leg unable to use force at all, until it is impossible to walk."

Zhao Xuan sighed:

"This is really bad news."

The girl finally smiled. This was the first time he saw her smile.

"You're so funny! Isn't it bad news? Is it good news?"

Looking at the girl in front of him carefully, Zhao Xuan felt that if she had not had that scar, she would definitely be considered a beauty with a score of 85. Her figure was wrapped in a cotton-padded jacket, so it was completely invisible. Just from her height and skin, she looked beautiful.

Looking at it, it's completely up to the mark.

Black and shiny hair, clear and bright eyes, a straight nose, pink and slightly ridged lips, and fair and smooth skin, she has it all.

But unfortunately, the scar that penetrated 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 though the scar is on the side of her smile, she still looks beautiful when she smiles.

Zhao Xuan said slowly:

"Isn't there any good treatment plan? How can you live your life as a person with inconvenient legs and such a high floor?"

The girl smiled and shook her head:

"My leg can't be cured, but it doesn't matter. I've survived five years, and I can still survive the rest of my life."

Zhao Xuan frowned:

"How will you earn your income? What will you do with your food in the future?" Although this question is a bit vulgar, it goes straight to the point. 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 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:

"Hey, you are a writer, very good! Can you let me read your article?" There was absolutely no disdain in his smile, on the contrary, there was warm appreciation.

The girl's pink face was slightly red. She really couldn't refuse the boy's request, not to mention that his request was not excessive. Give Zhao Xuan the book space next to Qin.

"It's in here."

Zhao Xuan took the magazine, which was "Yilin" with a green cover. He opened the table of contents and saw three horizontal lines drawn on the table of contents. The names of the articles were different, but the authors were all signed by the same name - Cheng Xue.

Xuan.

"Cheng Xuexuan? Is that your pen name?"

The girl nodded:

"It's my pen name, but my real name is also Cheng Xuexuan, which is Cheng Qiancheng."

Zhao Xuan nodded:

"What a nice name."

The girl blushed. She had been praised many times by Zhao Xuan today. No one had ever praised her like this. It seemed that she had all the advantages.

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

"...Sometimes I wonder if the sound of my piano will reach heaven. I hope my father can hear the sound of my piano and hear my thoughts about him...The reservoir behind the hill is really beautiful.

Beauty, the water there has a kind of clear and transparent luster like jasper. Standing on the shore, facing the cool mist... it will make people gradually intoxicated... It is a kind of simple beauty that I yearn for... Father, you saw it

? My daughter is living well and strong...don't worry..."

Zhao Xuan finished reading the article and closed the book quietly:

"You write so well."

The girl said shyly:

"No way, don't praise me."

Zhao Xuan shook his head:

"I'm telling the truth. Your article has a simple beauty. I like reading books and spending time in the library, but for several years, I have never seen an article that moved my heart."

Zhao Xuan's praise was genuine, 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, and accepting the book was the greatest comfort to her.

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

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

Zhao Xuan smiled:

"My name is Zhao Xuan."

After returning to his house, Zhao Xuan walked to the balcony and quietly flipped through the "Yi Lin" in his hand, reading the articles on it and smiling from time to time.

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

Perhaps the life of eating something, basking in the sun, and walking on the street every day is boring or even uninteresting for ordinary people. Some people like to stay at home all year round and never go out because they are too lazy. But these ordinary people can easily do it.

Things were so difficult for Cheng Xuexuan. She lived so hard, but she lived so strong! It seemed that she didn't give up at all in her emotions, and she didn't know what giving up meant! Even though her family was completely destitute, there was no trace of emotion on her face.

In depression, the only thing you have is perhaps the memory and sadness of the past.

Zhao Xuan felt that she had completely let go of her obsession with her legs, so when he asked her, she only curled her calves slightly, but 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; if you can't accept it, then then

Deal with it; if it's too hard to deal with, 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 love was not the kind of love, but the kind of love that wanted to protect her.

This kind of feeling is very strange. Zhao Xuan doesn't want to have it, but now that 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 her playing it. The music seemed to have life, and she was painting a beautiful picture, like gurgling water, flowing quietly and slowly from the mountains, gradually dripping on the

On the rocks, and then merged with other water flows to form a stream, and finally became a small river... A setting sun spreads over the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red... The afterglow of the past shines the golden light on the river surface... Boats are rafting, fishing on other people's houses... Reeds

Cong…small stone bridge…

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

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

The sound of the piano turns around, the bright moon hangs high, the clear moonlight falls, everything is silent, the waves on the entire river are calm, and thousands of lights...

Zhao Xuan closed his eyes, the book covered his chest, and with the quiet music, he gradually fell asleep...

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

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

Wearing casual clothes, he walked downstairs and came to the stream and stone place in the far corner of the field, where he began to practice.

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

He suddenly thought of something. If this thing was possible, maybe Cheng Xuexuan's illness could be cured!

Isn’t it said in novels that true energy can heal injuries? Now that I have true energy, can I use it to treat Cheng Xuexuan’s illness? If possible, wouldn’t it be the best of both worlds? I have learned a new skill, and Cheng Xuexuan’s illness is also

treatment?

In fact, to be honest, Zhao Xuan has three to four million on hand. If Cheng Xuexuan's disease can be cured with modern medical treatment, Zhao Xuan will not mind spending the money to treat her. Anyway, the money is well earned.

It's easy, and Zhao Xuan doesn't care. The key is that Cheng Xuexuan said that her disease can't be cured, so can he still drag her to the hospital for treatment?

Although in Zhao Xuan's opinion, it is most likely that she does not have money to see a doctor.

Quietly feeling the flow of Qi in his body, Zhao Xuan tried for the first time to actively control the Qi to gather in the palm of his hand for a year. The first time, he failed, the second time, he failed, and the third time, Zhao Xuan's forehead had already

Sweating, still failed!

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

Zhao Xuan was a little frustrated.

Although he doesn't like to explore things, that's only when he doesn't really have the desire to explore. If he really wants to understand something, he's quite persistent, especially when it's important.

This was proven by his tenacity when he first learned the flute.

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 were warm, and there seemed to be hope there!

Zhao Xuan gently pressed the zhenqi to his arm. Suddenly, a tearing pain came, and the skin touched by the zhenqi appeared red and swollen. Fortunately, the zhenqi belonged to him, and after sneaking into his body,

It is absorbed quickly. If it were someone else's, it would probably start a fight in your own body.

My own Qi is only aggressive. If I want to have the legendary healing effect, I don't know how long it will take to study it. I can keep studying it and study it slowly, but Cheng Xuexuan has been ill for several years. Do I need to study it again?

drag?

Zhao Xuan frowned.

After the morning exercise, Zhao Xuan returned to the house. He still wanted to continue to study the application properties of Zhenqi. He did not believe that his Xiaoxiang Zhenqi had an offensive effect, because he could feel that Xiaoxiang Zhenqi was more of a

With a nature as soft as water and clouds, how could such Qi be just pure Qi with harmful properties?

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

Zhao Xuan picked up the phone and looked slightly confused when he saw the number on the phone:

"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 taking leave and won't go to work. It's troublesome. My feet hurt."

Zhao Xuan laughed dumbly:

"It's not impossible to take a taxi, right? Since you've already asked for leave, forget it. Do you have anything to do with me?"

Xiao Xun'er suddenly became hesitant:

"this……"