The world of film and television begins with the God of Medicine.

Chapter 1274 Travel
A rumbling sound of an engine was heard, and Song Yunping subconsciously looked up.

On the road coming from the county, a three-wheeled motorcycle came rumbling over. The person driving the motorcycle was Wang Yan, whom she had just met and had spent twenty minutes alone with, making her happy and worried.

She quickly stood up, climbed the slope, stood on the side of the road, and waited for Wang Yan to arrive.

The motorcycle came over, and Wang Yan smiled and raised his head: "Waiting for me?"

"No, I'm just outside basking in the sun and reading a book."

"It's okay, don't be embarrassed." Wang Yan raised his eyebrows at her, and without waiting for her to be shy, he stepped on the accelerator and stopped the motorcycle in front of the Song family's door.

Song Yunping followed and asked: "Is this the motorcycle from your factory?"

"This motorcycle is almost as old as me. It broke down when I rode it to the County Public Security Bureau and couldn't be fixed. I asked the factory to take it back and fixed it myself after more than a month of tinkering."

"I didn't ask you."

"That's what I wanted to tell you."

Wang Yan smiled and took a bag from the truck bed and handed it over. Song Yunping caught it subconsciously, then her hand suddenly dropped down and she almost fell to the ground.

She asked, "What is this?"

"I've given you a review outline and a textbook. I've also got you some books to pass the time."

As he spoke, Wang Yan took out another bag from the truck bed and greeted Song's mother who had come out after hearing the noise: "Aunt, this is something I brought home. Please take it."

"Hey, Wang Yan, please take it back. We don't want it." Song's mother refused again and again.

After a small argument, Song's mother accepted the things and told Wang Yan not to bring anything here again...

Wang Yan followed him into the house and sat down at the table with Song Yunping. Song Yunping looked through Wang Yan's handwritten outline and various books. Song's mother poured tea for Wang Yan and then went outside. She would not be in the way.

"The handwriting is really beautiful." Song Yunping gave her approval.

Wang Yan drank his tea and nodded with a smile: "I have been practicing it since I was a child, it is a boy's skill."

"Can you write calligraphy?"

"I practiced calligraphy. My grandfather is a Chinese medicine practitioner. Most Chinese medicine practitioners can write calligraphy. He taught me. I started practicing when I was three years old."

"I can write a little bit." Song Yunping nodded in approval and said, "My dad also taught us, but I can't write as well as Xiaohui, and Xiaohui can't write as well as you."

"Normal. Generally speaking, no one writes better than me."

Song Yunping glanced at Wang Yan, then picked up other books and changed the subject: "I haven't read any of these books."

"Tell me what you've seen."

"Selected Works of Mao Zedong, Complete Works of Lu Xun, How the Steel Was Tempered..." Song Yunping recited a bunch of books, mostly revolutionary books. "In fact, we had a lot of books at home before, but they were all taken away and burned. I was still young at that time, and I hadn't read many of them."

At this time, the county town was not lacking in spirit, because there was a Xinhua Bookstore in the county. Books that could be bought in big cities could be bought here, and even some books that could not be bought in big cities might be bought here.

But books were not cheap, and Song Yunping was far away from the county town, making it inconvenient for him to travel, so he did not read many books.

Wang Yansui nodded and said, "Then you haven't read most of my books."

“Do you have a lot of books?”

"About two thousand."

"So many?" Song Yunping was surprised.

This was normal surprise. Anyone who saw so many books in Wang Yan's house would be surprised in this day and age. After all, it was a large-scale collection and concentrated burning before.

So what actually surprised Song Yunping was that there were no books that reached the limit.

Wang Yan understood her meaning very well and said with a smile: "Most of them are books that are not allowed to be read."

"Then how did you..."

"I was still young at that time, and I secretly went to the place where books were burned in the county and picked up the intact ones."

"Then later..."

"It was confiscated once, and I stole it back again."

"You are so brave."

"what about now?"

"Now I have some face." Wang Yan said very modestly.

"That's great." Song Yunping explained, "I mean, it's great that you have so many books to read."

"I'm really good, you might as well be more direct."

Song Yunping's pretty face was rosy. She didn't look at Wang Yan and seemed to be reading a book very seriously.

"How about going to my house? Bring back a few more books. We can also go for a walk around the county." Wang Yan nodded to himself, "Okay, that's it. Let's go."

"what?"

"Let's go! Motorbikes are fast, and we can go back and forth in an hour. How convenient. Let's go, let's go."

"what?"

Song Yunping was still a little confused. Wang Yan had already stood up and left. She hesitated for a moment, then hurried back to get some money and got into the sidecar. She said hello to Song's mother, and the two of them set off.

The sound of the engine echoed in my ears, the smell of incompletely burned gasoline lingered in my nose, the cool breeze blew on my face, and the bumpy road made me feel up and down. At a speed of 20 kilometers per hour, it felt like I was driving at lightning speed.

"Hold on, we'll be there soon." Wang Yan turned his head and looked at Song Yunping, who was closing her eyes to avoid the sand and feeling the wind.

The latter shouted loudly: "I'm fine."

Wang Yan smiled and concentrated on riding his motorcycle. It was not suitable to talk in this situation. The sandstorm would blow in when he opened his mouth.

Song Yunping felt good. At this moment, in this era when she was still imprisoned, she felt free.

She looked at Wang Yan, whose hair was blowing, eyes were narrowed, and a faint smile hung on the corner of his mouth...

After riding all the way to the doorstep of their home and greeting the people they knew, Wang Yan took Song Yunping into the yard.

"You don't even lock the door?"

"I can't stop you from stealing."

The door at that time was not so complicated. It was just a metal nose screwed on the wooden door with a common lock. If you have more strength, you can break the structure by opening the door twice. If you are afraid of the loud noise, you can get a screwdriver to pry it and break it easily to get in.

"Please come in." Wang Yan opened the door and gestured to Song Yunping.

Song Yunping walked into the house and looked around: "You cleaned it up quite well."

Wang Yan gave the same answer as Aunt Song, then pointed to the east and west rooms and said, "Sleep in the east room and read in the west room."

So Song Yunping went into the west room. Although she had imagined it, she was still shocked to see the pile of books in Wang Yan's house. After all, this was not a bookstore, but a family.

When there are too many books, you will feel immersed in them. The power of culture seems to be embodied there. Even if you don't read or study, when you go to a bookstore and see the densely packed books, you will inevitably want to read them. Whether you read them or not, at least you will follow the environment and flip through a few pages.

"That's a lot. I feel like two thousand is too few."

Wang Yan smiled and said, "I just estimated it, I didn't count it in detail."

"Have you seen them all?" Song Yunping asked.

"I've read half of it. Take a look and see if there's anything you want to read. Take it with you on your way back."

"No need. You've already given me a lot. It's enough for me to read for several months. Let's talk about it after I finish reading it."

Song Yunping walked to the table, looked at the pile of calligraphy and paintings folded on it, and looked at Wang Yan in surprise, "You wrote and painted all of them?"

"It's obvious." Wang Yan nodded with a smile.

"you are great."

"Thank you."

"Can I take two back to show my dad?"

"You can take them all. There's no point in writing them down. You'll either cause trouble or wipe your ass."

"What a pity."

"They were all written and drawn by me. I can just write and draw again. There's nothing to regret." After the two chatted at home for a while, it was time for lunch. Wang Yan said he wanted to go to the state-owned restaurant in the county to eat. Song Yunping refused, but she had no choice but to go with him.

After leaving the house, Song Yunping said, "I want to go to my second aunt's house. I'm already here, it would be wrong not to go and see her."

"Let's go."

"Then I'll go buy something."

Wang Yan shook his head, turned back to the house, and took out another bag of fruit: "Take this."

"No, no, I still..."

Wang Yan didn't say anything more to her, and went to Song's second aunt's house first. Song Yunping had no choice but to follow him.

Except for the two boys, everyone in the second aunt's family was there. Song Yunping and Wang Yan went over and were warmly welcomed. They were asked to have dinner here, but Wang Yan and Song Yunping refused and left after sitting for a few minutes.

Song Yunping went out first, and the second aunt of the Song family pulled Wang Yan and said, "Xiao Wang, my eldest son's job..."

"I'm just asking around, Second Aunt, don't worry, I'll definitely let him go to class this month."

Only then did the second aunt of the Song family let go of their hands and warmly saw them off.

The two walked side by side on the road, and Song Yunping asked with a smile: "What did my second aunt say to you?"

"She asked me to help her eldest son find a job."

So Song Yunping remained silent, she obviously thought it was because of her.

Wang Yan smiled and said, "You don't have to think too much. This matter has something to do with you, but it's not that important. I don't have a father, a mother, or any relatives or friends. Your second aunt introduced us to a blind date, and I went. That in itself was a favor from your second aunt. I fell in love with you and liked you, and you also fell in love with me. This is another part. This part will be counted when we get married, and it will be a big favor.

But if we don't get along, it's not my second aunt's fault, I must thank her. Now that she has told me about her child's work problems, it's only right for me to help find a way out, just to return the favor.

Second Aunt's family is still okay, they are all honest people, but the children's jobs are a problem now, and the family is not rich, otherwise they would definitely not open their mouths like this. "

Wang Yan certainly understands the second aunt of the Song family. Life is not an ideal country. In a county with complicated relationships, not everyone can find the so-called relationship. So we have to find a way.

After all, their eldest son is sixteen years old and will have to go on a blind date and get married in two years. He has no job and no income. How will he find a good girl by then? It's a series of things to deal with.

Song Yunping hummed, then asked, "Can you really do it?"

"I have some face." Wang Yan raised his eyebrows at her. "It's definitely not possible to hire a formal employee, but it shouldn't be a big problem to arrange a temporary worker."

"Don't make it hard on yourself."

Wang Yan nodded with a smile.

After a few steps, the two got on their motorcycle and headed to a state-owned hotel located on a busy street in the county.

This road is truly the essence of Jinling County. The intersection is the seat of the county government, and on this road are state-owned restaurants, Xinhua Bookstore, post office, bank, clothing store, grain and oil store, grocery store, supply and marketing cooperative, etc., covering people's food, clothing, housing, transportation, production and living needs. It is an absolute CBD.

"Brother Yan."

"Hey, Brother Yan, is this your girlfriend? Hello, sister-in-law!"

"Wang Yan, where are you going? Where's your boyfriend?"

"Little King..."

Along the way, many people greeted Wang Yan, which surprised Song Yunping.

Even when he arrived at a state-owned restaurant, Wang Yan chatted with the manager and waiter inside, all the way to the chef who cooked the dishes in the back...

After opening the bottle of soda and placing it in front of Song Yunping, Wang Yan held the cigarette that someone had just given him, crossed his legs, leaned back in his chair, drank the soda and smoked, looking contented.

Song Yunping felt uncomfortable being stared at. She leaned forward and asked curiously, "You know so many people?"

"How can I know them all? It's just that most of them know me."

"What did you do? How come so many people know you?"

"My parents passed away early, and the other kids bullied me. I fought with them, and the fight lasted until I went to college." Wang Yan then briefly described his previous bad experiences.

He would not say that he beat the man half to death, that he knocked out his teeth, or that he scared the man so much that his urine and feces flew everywhere. He would only talk about the injustice he suffered, the helplessness of life, and the resistance in the haze...

Jinling County is too small, with a population of less than 17.9. Many of them live in the towns and villages below. The national urbanization rate is % at this time, and it would be even lower in the poor and backward Jinling County. The permanent population in Jinling County is just over .

In addition, there were fewer entertainment activities in this era and the connections between people were deeper, so any relatively lively events would quickly spread throughout the county.

According to the background given by his father, he started fighting with his peers after his parents passed away. When he was 15 years old, his body had grown up, and his height and weight had increased, so he started fighting with adults and made himself a hot spot in the county. His peers, those a few years older and younger, and the families of those he beat up, all knew him.

Especially when he was sixteen, his job at the steel mill was squeezed out and his boss knocked out two of his front teeth, and then the heat exploded. After that, every time he fought, he always made the headlines, and the county police station was like his home.

He is really right, both in civil and military matters.

It was when he went to college for three years that he became a legend in the county. When he came back, Wang Yan also came...

"You've suffered so much over the years." Song Yunping already felt a little distressed.

Their family background is not good, so they are looked down upon and suffer, but Wang Yan's family background is as good as it can be, and he is as famous as he can be, but he is still bullied and has to become like this, alone and helpless, which seems to be even more miserable than their family.

Wang Yan smiled and waved his hands: "It's nothing, I haven't suffered any loss in all these years of fighting. As for food and drink, I received my father's salary in my early years, so I didn't lack anything. I have grown up healthily until now. The food is served, eat it while it's hot, you should eat more, you look thin."

Just like that, the two of them had lunch, strolled around the street without spending a penny, browsed some books in a bookstore, and in the afternoon, Wang Yan sent Song Yunping back to Hongwei Town.

"Here, this is all the money I have." Song Yunping stood by the car and slapped a few bills in her hand into Wang Yan's hand, "You must accept it, otherwise... otherwise I won't go out with you anymore!"

"I have money."

"That's yours, this is mine!"

"We are all family sooner or later, so it's no use saying these polite words."

"Who is your family? Don't talk nonsense." Song Yunping hit Wang Yan lightly, "I won't keep you here, otherwise it will be dark. Be careful when riding your bike, don't ride so fast."

"understood."

Wang Yan responded, and then, as Song Yunping watched, he turned the motorcycle around, waved goodbye to Song Yunping, and went back to the county town.

Under the setting sun, Song Yunping smiled and watched the waving figure on the sidecar go away, only coming to her senses when it was out of sight.

When she turned around and wanted to go back home, she saw her parents standing at the gate of the yard, smiling at her.

"Mom and Dad, why aren't you making any noise?" Song Yunping felt a little embarrassed.

"How could we not make any noise? It's you who can't hear it." Song's mother snorted, "You didn't even ask me to stay for a while and have dinner before going back."

"It's getting dark, it's not safe for him to ride a bike." Song Yunping explained, and then went back home with her parents.

Under questioning by her parents, Song Yunping truthfully confessed what the two of them did when they went to the county. However, she wisely did not mention that Wang Yan had become a celebrity in the county for fighting. Instead, she said that her second aunt asked Wang Yan to help find a job for her eldest son.

Song's mother looked at Song's father, and Song's father said, "What Wang Yan said makes sense, but there is nothing we can do. It's good that he can understand it."

"Should I still tell them about this?" asked Song's mother.

"No need. Why would we need to explain so much? They are just trying to introduce a date to our Xiao Ping out of kindness. Wang Yan said it's okay and that it can be done, so let's not say anything. Just keep it in mind."

Father Song smiled and said, "Wang Yan is very good at this. He is very insightful."

Wang Yan could have not told their family, but he did, and promised to do it. If Wang Yan had any special intentions, they would not think so. He just treated them as a family and let them know about the second aunt. But at the same time, he denied that the second aunt of the Song family was using Song Yunping to do favors, but believed that she was kind-hearted.

But he didn't say it because he didn't want Song Yunping to think too much.

He didn't have that much ability, and he had no choice but to face life as it was, but he could see clearly...

"By the way, Dad, Wang Yan can also write calligraphy and draw. I'll bring some back for you to see. They're all very good."

Song Yunping took out a stack of folded paper from her bag, including rice paper and newspaper, and spread it out on the table for display.

"The level is very high. Anyway, it is much better than mine. And this painting is comfortable to look at." Song's father did not comment, admitting that it was not as good as before. He said, "Put it away, don't let anyone see it, otherwise this trouble will come again."

This is also one of the four uncles. Old ideas, old culture, old customs, old habits, calligraphy and painting are among the old culture. It's fine for Wang Yan to write and paint at home, but it's not good to spread it out. Although it's been seven or eight years, this is a backward county town. If a big hat is put on it, it is necessary to explain it.

So Song Yunping folded the calligraphy and painting again and put them away in her room.

After a while, dinner was ready. The three of them chatted and laughed about Wang Yan and Song Yunhui who was studying at university.

Song Yunping said she wanted to write a letter to Song Yunhui to tell him about what happened recently...

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