Restarting life by going to the countryside to support medical work

Chapter 358 Traces
As for drawing with his left hand, he has just started practicing it. He also practices writing with his left hand, not for anything else, but just to expand the flexibility of his left hand.

He can give acupuncture with his left hand, but that's it. He is not used to using his left hand for anything else.

Sometimes it doesn't matter, but sometimes it feels a bit inconvenient when doing some things that require special adjustment to the right hand.

The main reason was that he envied Jin Zhihai's flexibility in both hands, especially when boxing.

"I don't know how to do this. I just started practicing."

"Why did you think of practicing your left hand when you were fine?"

"I don't want to be beaten by Zhihai again."

"Uh...Puchi...Hahaha..."

Looking at the depressed expression on her man's face, Luo Min was stunned for a moment and then couldn't help laughing out loud.

Li Yancheng, Jin Zhihai and Xiao Ningning, as long as they have nothing to do, the three of them will practice boxing in the morning, and sparring without exerting force is inevitable.

But even if Jin Zhihai didn't use his right hand, Li Yancheng still couldn't beat him and would be beaten several times every time.

It doesn't hurt, but it's just so depressing.

In terms of skills and moves alone, he can't even beat fifteen-year-old Ningning, which is a bit embarrassing.

The Jin family's boxing and leg techniques pay special attention to the coordination between the left and right hands. Although it can be practiced with one hand, the effect is much worse.

Feeling his wife's body trembling with laughter, Li Yancheng rubbed her head helplessly.

In fact, he has been practicing with his left hand for some time. Although the words he writes with his left hand are still ugly, like those of a child who has just learned to write, at least they can be recognized.

He didn't want to practice today, but wanted to try to see if he could draw the tall and thin man he met in the afternoon.

It’s just that I’m hugging my wife with my right hand now, so I’m just drawing on the paper with my left hand first.

Luo Min, who finally stopped laughing, leaned over and kissed her man on the face.

Then she leaned on his shoulder and watched him clumsily drawing on the paper with his left hand.

After looking for a while, she realized that her man wanted to paint a portrait.

“Who do you want to draw?”

"That tall, thin man from this afternoon."

"Use your right hand to draw." As she said this, she sat up straight and signaled her husband to take back his right hand that was around her.

"It's okay"

Li Yancheng did not pull back his right hand, but used a little force to bring his wife into his arms again.

"I can only roughly draw the shape of Chinese herbal medicine. Even if I switch to my right hand, I can't draw a portrait. I just draw casually."

As he spoke, he held the pencil in his left hand and drew on the paper with a rustling sound.

After all, my hand is not my dominant hand, so the drawing is really ugly. I wanted to draw a long face, but ended up drawing a round face. In the end, it just became...

"An old man named Ding owed me two eggs. I said I would pay him back in three days, but he said he would pay me back in four..."

"Puchi" Luo Min burst out laughing again.

"goose……"

"What are you mumbling about, Dacheng?"

"I just recited it randomly. I can't draw well. I still overestimated myself."

"Give it here." Luo Min sat up straight and stretched out his right hand.

"Huh? What?" Looking at the little hand stretched out by his wife, Li Yancheng was slightly stunned.

"Give me the paper and pen, and I'll draw."

"Can you draw?"

"I have learned sketching for a few years. When we lived in the compound, the grandfather next door, Mr. Guo, taught me. I studied with him for five years. Let me give it a try. I haven't painted for a long time."

Li Yancheng looked at his wife with curiosity. He really didn't know that this girl had learned painting.

"Why are you looking at me like this?"

Luo Min felt a little embarrassed being stared at by her man.

"Wife, what else can you do that I don't know? I'm a bit of a failure as a husband. I don't even know what my wife can do."

"Oh, why do you say that?" Xiao Min raised her hand and gently patted her man's arm with some dissatisfaction.

"I just didn't take it seriously, so I didn't say anything. I also learned to play the piano, also taught by Grandpa Guo, but I haven't played it for a few years, so I must be rusty now. There's nothing else to worry about."

"Hey! You can teach our children your painting and piano playing skills in the future. Honey, I'm so lucky. I didn't expect to marry such a talented woman."

Li Yancheng raised his eyebrows, he felt like he had found a treasure.

Feeling a little shy after being praised, Luo Min smiled sheepishly, leaned over and buried her head in her husband's arms, like an ostrich.

"No, I just learned a little from Grandpa Guo before, but then Grandpa Guo passed away, and then my family moved away, so I completely let it go."

"Why should we put it down?" Li Yancheng raised his hand and gently stroked his wife's hair: "We should continue to play. I think we can't get a piano anymore. Let's see if we can buy an electronic keyboard.

Didn’t I tell you that you can teach our children in the future?”

"Um...ok!"

Luo Min actually likes both painting and playing the piano, but she gave up because the convenient conditions were no longer there. If she could really pick them up again, she would be very willing to do so.

She buried her head in her husband's arms like that, and it was a long time before she raised her head again. Her pretty face was still rosy and bright, which made Li Yancheng's appetite increase so much that he really wanted to pounce on her and take a bite.

Feeling the rapid changes in his body, he quickly recited a few Taoist meditation techniques in his mind.

The ice and cold last for thousands of years, and all things are especially quiet; the mind should be calm and the spirit should be still, and I should look at myself as the only god; the mind and the spirit should be united, and the spirit should follow; if they are in harmony, I will not be surprised by the ever-changing world; I have no delusion or anger, no desire or asking; I do not give up or abandon, and I am selfless.

Li Yancheng felt a little strange when talking about the Tranquility Technique, which he inherited from the original owner's memory. There are also the Tao Te Ching, Nanhua Scripture, Qingxin Technique, Dingxin Technique, Bingxin Technique, Changqingjing Sutra, Duren Sutra, etc., which are all Taoist scriptures.

It was taught to him by the original owner's grandfather, but from the inherited memories, it seems that Grandpa Li is not a Taoist descendant, so he can't understand why there are so many Taoist scriptures.

After reciting the Meditation Technique twice, he felt his restless heart calm down immediately. He didn't dare to tease his wife anymore and quickly handed over the pencil and paper clip in his left hand.

After not having tasted meat for several months, facing his lovely wife every day, he felt that he could not hold on any longer and was about to turn into a big bad wolf.

"Long thin face..."

Soon, following Li Yancheng's description, Luo Min began to draw on paper.

It has indeed been a long time since I last drew anything. I failed to finish several drawings in a row, and it was only until the fifth one that I managed to finish it with some difficulty.

"Change the eyes, make the corners longer, make the lips thicker, and make the nose less straight and more collapsed."

As his wife described the tall and thin middle-aged man she met in the afternoon, her eyes became brighter and brighter.

"Oh, honey, move the temple a little further inward. His cheekbones are quite prominent."

More than an hour later, Li Yancheng took the portrait his wife had drawn and looked at it carefully, nodding with great satisfaction: "Like, I think it looks very like, honey, you are amazing, you can draw it just by listening to me, wow...

Let Zhihai take another look tomorrow morning, it should be fine."

Painting with a reference object and listening to someone describe a painting are two completely different concepts. Seeing that his wife could draw so similarly just by listening to his description, Li Yancheng knew that what she said just now was too modest.

Placing the portrait in his hand on the bedside table, he leaned over and kissed his wife on the forehead.

"Thank you for your hard work, my wife."

"It's not hard. I'm glad I could help you." Luo Min looked a little tired.

After all, she was a pregnant woman, and she painted for more than an hour, and the way of painting was particularly laborious.

Li Yancheng felt extremely guilty when he saw his wife like this.

"It helped a lot."

He gently stroked his wife's pretty face with pity, pulled her cotton jacket over and put it on, then stood up and walked out of the bedroom.

"Honey, lie down for a while. I'll make you a cup of milk."

"it is good"

……

"Fuck, when will you learn to draw?"

The next morning, when Jin Zhihai saw the portrait that Li Yancheng handed to him, which was exactly the same as the tall and thin middle-aged man he remembered yesterday, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

He looked at the portrait in his hand, then looked up at his good brother, his face full of disbelief.

"You flatter me. How could you not know whether I can draw or not?"

In the heavy snow, Li Yancheng filled the kettle with water at the sink. After picking it up, he said, "My wife drew it based on my description. How about it? Not bad, right?"

"This is not good at all, it's just...what's the idiom called...yes, lifelike."

"What do you mean by lifelike? What are you two yelling about here so early in the morning?"

Behind Jin Zhihai, Xing Lihua walked out while combing her hair and lifting the door curtain.

"Zhi Hai, I told you to go to the alley entrance to buy some fire cakes, why haven't you gone yet? Hey, who is this painting of? Who drew it? Da Cheng, this was drawn by Xiao Min?"

Xing Lihua thought of the last sound he heard in the house just now, turned around with some surprise and looked at Li Yancheng who had already walked under the eaves of the main house and asked.

"Yes, it's that stranger who came into our alley yesterday. How's Lihua? How's my Xiaomin?"

"Amazing, I didn't expect your Xiao Min has this ability. Hasn't Xiao Min gotten up yet?"

"No, I was a little tired helping to paint this portrait last night. I got up just now and massaged my acupuncture points so I can sleep a little longer. I'll put the kettle on the stove and go buy breakfast." "It's okay, it's okay, I'll go buy it. Dacheng, I've taken the portrait away." Hearing his good brother say that he was going to buy breakfast, Jin Zhihai didn't bother to look at the portrait anymore. He carefully folded it and put it in his bag.

"Take it. It's useless to me."

"Dacheng, does your Xiaomin like to eat steamed buns or steamed stuffed buns?"

"Then just buy three meat buns."

"okay"

……

It snowed heavily all night and the snow on the road was too thick. Li Yancheng didn't dare to drive. After breakfast, he carefully supported his wife and sent her to the library, and then went to the Public Security Hospital.

As usual, they went to check with Mr. Bai first, and after making sure that nothing was wrong, they returned to their special building of the Social Affairs Bureau.

His workplace during this period is here, and he doesn't need to go to the office. Because Mr. Bai has been in a coma, his vital signs have been relatively stable during this period, and he has nothing to do every day.

Here he either studied some Chinese and Western medicine information that he asked Director Liu to find for him, or he organized the acupuncture skills that he had inherited.

Every day is quite fulfilling.

He was having a fulfilling time, but Niu Weiping was so depressed that he almost wanted to vomit blood. Three days passed in a row, and Tian Sanbao prepared the car, the long gun and ten bullets according to his request.

He also went to an uninhabited place to calibrate the long thing. It can be said that everything was ready except for the east wind. However, except for the face-to-face meeting in the alley that day, he never saw the master again. How could he not be extremely anxious?

As for asking someone?
Haha, he is not stupid, and Tian Sanbao is not stupid either. They would not do such a stupid thing.

The two knew very well that if they dared to ask anyone now, they would immediately attract attention.

Niu Weiping almost regretted his impulse to run into the alley to scout the place and run into the real boss that day. He would rather sit and wait in the cold weather and is determined not to make such a mistake again.

He changes his look every day and wanders around a doorway. Fortunately, it is winter now and everyone is wrapped up tightly. He wears a cotton hat and a scarf covering half of his face and does not attract anyone's attention.

But it’s not right to do this every day!

There was no other way. After persisting for two more days without any results, he could only discuss the plan with Tian Sanbao again.

"Old Tian, ​​the mission deadline is before the New Year, and now there are only ten days left. But if it stays like this all the time and we don't see anyone at all, how are we going to complete the mission?"

After wandering around outside for a day, Niu Weiping felt like he was almost frozen when he returned home. He entered the house and hurriedly sat down next to the stove, wanting to get into it to keep warm.

Tian Sanbao was also a little helpless. He didn't expect that he would encounter such a situation during this mission.

"Could he be on a business trip?"

"I don't know about that. I've met everyone in the office two or three times in the past week, but that young man is not one of them.

I don't dare to hang around this place anymore. Old Tian, ​​can you find a way to contact that person and report the current situation?

Let that person provide more detailed information. If the target person in my unit is not working in the same place now, then it would be a waste of time.

We dare not ask about it in private."

Since leaving his home that day, Lao Tian has come to Niu Weiping. As soon as the task here is completed, the two of them will quickly leave Beijing together.

He was a little confused about the situation. After listening to Lao Niu's words, he thought for a while, nodded, stood up from the bench and said, "Okay, you stay at home and rest. I will handle the emergency and leave a message for that person."

This was probably something that the old manager had not expected. The plan, which he originally thought was foolproof, had a huge loophole because of the change in Li Yancheng's work focus.

Under normal circumstances, Lao Tian would not take the initiative to contact that person. There is a tacit understanding between them.

Even though they suspected that someone wanted to use this mission to get rid of him and Niu Weiping, the two of them did not think of running away early, and still planned to work hard to complete the mission.

The reason why both of them had this idea was to repay their gratitude.

If it weren't for that person, the two of them might have been reincarnated long ago, so they have no regrets about silently doing the dirty work for that person over the years.

It's just that they don't want to die, so they plan to disappear after completing this task.

We also want to use this action to tell that person that we will not talk nonsense and will still follow your instructions, but we don’t want to die either.

But the prerequisite is to complete the task. Now that the task has changed, I can’t even see the person in charge. As a last resort, I can only contact him through special channels.

Niu Weiping didn't know at this time that his whereabouts had already fallen into the sight of someone with ulterior motives.

After receiving the portrait that morning, Jin Zhihai took a photo of the portrait at their office. After it was developed, he originally wanted to give it to the local police station and neighborhood committee.

But when I thought about it carefully, it didn't make sense. This person didn't do anything. He just acted suspiciously that day and told a lie.

If he sent out the copied portrait like this, it might cause some misunderstanding, and he would definitely be criticized if his leader found out.

After thinking it over again and again, he did not contact the local police station or neighborhood committee, but instead gave a copy of the portrait to each of his informants and asked them to help keep an eye out.

Well, more than a week later, news finally came.

January 28th is Wednesday, the 21st day of the twelfth lunar month, and there are only ten days left until the Spring Festival of the Gengxu Year.

Just when Tian Sanbao and Niu Weiping were about to contact that person to report the current problems after discussing, after finishing dinner and cleaning up, the men in Yard 20 gathered in Lao Zhao's house in the front yard, chatting casually and smoking.

The women were all in the main house in the backyard, doing needlework and chatting about the gossip in the alley.

"bang bang bang"

Hearing someone knocking on the door, Jin Zhihai, who was closest to the Zhao family's door, did not let Old Zhao move. He stood up, opened the door, and walked towards the courtyard gate while asking loudly who it was.

It was freezing cold on winter nights. Except for the children who were not afraid of the cold and were still running around in the alleys, sweating profusely, adults seldom went out to visit other people. At most, they would gather in the same yard like No. 20 to chat.

Just now after finishing his meal, Lao Zhao closed the gate of the courtyard. Because Ningning and his third child had obviously gone out to play, Lao Zhao did not bolt the door. Normally, if it was someone he knew in the alley, they would push the door open and shout a few times before coming in. Now, if someone knocked on the door but he did not come in, it goes without saying that they were not neighbors in the alley.

"Who?"

"Brother Jin, it's me, Baozi."

"coming"

Hearing the sound outside the door, Jin Zhihai was slightly startled. Baozi was one of his informants. His full name was Bao Ping, and he was 35 years old this year. Like Zhu Yongyang, he was also a guy who made a living in the ghost market, but they were not in the same place.

Why is he here now?

With some doubts, Jin Zhihai walked over quickly and turned on the light at the gate in the doorway, then reached out and opened the courtyard door.

"Brother Jin"

Seeing that he had heard the voice correctly, the person who opened the door was the person he was looking for. Baozi, who was standing outside the door with his neck hunched and waist bent because of the cold weather, with his hands tucked into the other's sleeves, smiled even more.

"Why are you coming to my house to see me now?"

Jin Zhihai was a little surprised why this guy came here now.

"Brother Jin, I met the person you asked me to help find that day today."

"Looking for... huh?"

Just when I was about to ask him who he asked me to find, Jin Zhihai suddenly reacted.

More than a week passed without any news, and because he was not involved in any case, he almost forgot about the portrait.

Now when I heard Baozi say that he had found the person, my eyes immediately lit up.

"Come on, follow me into the house and talk."

"Brother Jin, I won't go in and disturb you." Although he is several years older than Jin Zhihai, Baozi can call him brother very easily.

"The person you are looking for is Niu Weiping. His home is outside Guang'anmen. The specific address is... He is cleaning Guangwai Street. He is the only one at home, but..."

Having said this, Baozi stopped and frowned as if he was thinking about something.

Seeing this, Jin Zhihai didn't rush him. He reached into his pocket and took out a cigarette and handed it to him. Baozi quickly stretched out his hands to take it, then hurriedly took out a match, struck it, and lit the cigarette.

"Brother Jin, this is what happened. When I ran into this man by chance this morning, I happened to be with another brother.

At that time, my brother was very surprised when he saw Niu Weiping. He said that Niu Weiping looked very much like someone, but in his impression, that person should have died five years after the founding of the People's Republic of China.

My brother is from Shishan District, uh... sorry, Brother Jin, I went a bit off topic. The place I saw Niu Weiping this morning was not near his home, but in Yaer Hutong.

After I found him, I followed him for a while and found that he seemed to be looking for someone. He kept walking around there, and he even changed his clothes once, and…"

"Wait a moment"

At this moment, Jin Zhihai suddenly interrupted him.

"Where did you say you saw him? Ya'er Hutong? Ya'er Hutong near Houhai?"

"Yes, he was wandering around the east-west road in Yaer Hutong." Baozi nodded.

"He changed his clothes once while he was walking around there?"

"That's right. Not only did he change his clothes, but he also changed his hat and scarf. He also kept changing his walking posture. If I hadn't seen him change his clothes with my own eyes, I would have definitely lost him."

Jin Zhihai raised his eyebrows. This guy...

When he heard that this guy was wandering around Yaer Hutong and changing his appearance, his first reaction was that this guy surnamed Niu was staring at someone. As for who?
It is very likely that it is his good brother Li Yancheng!

He kept going into Meishandong Hutong and wandering around Yaer Hutong. He himself didn't believe that he was not targeting Li Yancheng.

Damn it! No way!

Seeing that Jin Zhihai seemed to be thinking about something, Baozi closed his mouth and said nothing more.

"What else?"

"Also, a man about his age moved into his home these days. I don't know his last name or first name, and I didn't dare to ask for fear of ruining your business."

"It's right that I didn't ask. Thanks, Baozi. You don't have to worry about the rest."

"Brother Jin, why are you being so polite to me? If you have anything else to do, just tell me. If you don't have anything else to do, I'll go over first."

(End of this chapter)