Thinking of this, Zhang Yang smiled happily and said, "Okay, just don't dislike me." As he said, he picked up the notebook from the bedside and handed it over.

The two of them had been dealing with each other several times in the past, although they had no malice, they were not harmonious and friendly. It was rare for the old man to see him speak so politely and be kind-hearted. He hurriedly said, "Don't move, don't move." He asked his wife to take it over.

Zhang Yang was doing something, and he was just pretending to be a stunning girl who was accompanying the 38 bed and took it over to see this, took a look, and handed it to the old lady, which then passed it to the old man.

Zhang Yang was not panicked at all. He handed over the notebook, reminded him "I started writing from behind", and continued to listen to the class with his eyes closed.

The old man wanted to read novels. First, he was really bored, and secondly, because he was hospitalized some time ago, and there were endless people visiting him. Anyone with discerning eyes could see that the visitors had some identities, so even the nurse dared not remind him that this kid could "talk for justice". The old man was not very good at dealing with him in the face these days, and he still had some appreciation in his heart.

Of course, I appreciate the vitality of young people and have no expectations for the quality of the novel. However, looking at him so calm and without any anxiety or expectation of others about reading his works, I was somewhat surprised.

"I'm not old, my qi cultivation skills are pretty good..."

The old man muttered, and he heard Zhang Yang's reminder, but he was not in a hurry to read the novel anyway, so he still opened the notebook from the front.

Seeing that the previous few pages were all study notes, but I didn’t understand the content, the words were pretty good, neat and elegant. The old man flipped it out briefly, closed it quickly, and then opened it from behind.

There is no name or chapter, the beginning is the main text, written in a fountain pen, with a slightly sloppy handwriting, but the look is good, and it is relaxed and generous, which is better than the previous study notes.

The old man was quite surprised, but he quickly turned his attention to the content:

Qiantang River is vast and flowing around Niujia Village, Lin'an Prefecture, Liangzhe West Road, endlessly day and night, flowing into the sea. There are dozens of cypress trees on the riverside, and the leaves are as red as fire. It is August. The weeds in front of and behind the village have just begun to turn yellow, and under the setting sun, it has become a bit more desolate. Two large pine trees are surrounded by a bunch of villagers...

The old man took a breath unconsciously. Although he had not finished reading the first paragraph, he only had this short description, word-making and sentence-making, and his pen-making ability. His writing ability and expression ability are no less than the four masters today.

This kind of power is not as good as a high school student!

The old man patiently waited and continued to read. After reading the story of Zhang Shiwu, he finally couldn't help it. He looked up and asked, "Young man, did you really write this?"

The old lady and the two people in bed 38 turned their heads almost at the same time, looked at the old man, then turned over and looked at Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang had expected such doubts long ago, and was not surprised, and smiled and said, "Yes, what's wrong?"

The old man looked at him, but stopped talking, and looked down and continued to look. The surprise and shock in his heart continued to increase with time.

As a retired old man, he has a lot of spare time and is not a fan of martial arts novels, but he has spent time and read a lot of them. He has dabbled in the works of the four masters of martial arts, including many wonderful works.

But there has never been any martial arts novel that gives him such a novel and grand feeling at the beginning.

In fact, he just saw Qiu Chuji appearing now. In addition to Zhang Shiwu's storytelling and Qu San's treasure trove, there were only three small plots, not much, but it was already shocking him.

This is not because the writing is sophisticated, but because of the ubiquitous thoughts of family and country in this short piece.

Zhang Shiwu's description of the cruelty of the Jin people, Guo Yang's loyalty, patriotic tyranny of the two, Qiu Chuji chased the killer and killed the treacherous ministers for thousands of miles, and Qu San entered the palace to steal treasures... These all gave the old man a great sense of impact.

There is no gang vendetta, no ring fighting, and the characters in the article have different identities. Zhang Shiwu is a wandering storyteller, Guo Yang is a farmer, Qu San is a tavern, Qiu Chuji is a hidden monk... but they all care about their family, country and the world!

This is completely different from the martial arts novels he remembers.

As the plot progresses, the Guo and Yang families suffered a disaster and their families were destroyed. This made the old man find some of the flavor of previous martial arts novels, but the plot is still the plot, and the fate of the characters is touching their minds. He is thinking that the protagonist should be Bao Xiruo's child in his belly, and guessing Yan Lie's origin and purpose...

It's gone.

Although the story is quite exciting, the old man has no shortage of experience, qi cultivation skills and patience throughout his life, so he will not be in a hurry to know the subsequent plot.

The old man sat at the head of the bed and recalled it. He looked up and saw that Zhang Yang had finished slapping the infusion tube. The nurse with a neat look was pulling out the infusion tube for him. He couldn't help but ask again: "Young man, did you really write this?"

The old lady and the two people in bed 38 turned their heads again and quickly looked at Zhang Yang. The nurse looked at the patients with some strangeness, not knowing what had happened.

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "What's wrong? Have you seen it before?"

The old man said: "I haven't read it, but this writing doesn't seem to be written by a young man."

"Wang Bo wrote "The setting sun and the lone wild goose fly together, and the autumn water grows together" at the age of 17, "Wang Wei wrote "I am alone in a foreign land and miss my family more every festival", "When I was sixteen, I wrote "I asked about the world, what is love, and I will teach you life and death to be together" at the age of 12..."

Zhang Yang woke up and stopped talking. Fortunately, everyone in the ward was shocked by his crazy words. He didn't care when he heard a strange name, but just thought he was ignorant.

Zhang Yang quickly changed his words and continued: "Luo Binwang wrote "White hair floats on green water, red palms lift clear waves"... I am eighteen years old this year."

The old man obviously didn't expect that he had such a big tone and so high-spirited spirit to dare to compare with these names that have been passed down through the ages. He didn't know what to say for a moment.

Seeing that no one answered, the nurse smiled and joked, "It's a perfect expression."

The old man asked: "Which school do you study in?"

"No. 2 Middle School."

These two words are more effective than Zhang Yang's crazy words just now. Even the scumbag who had been playing games on the 38th bed looked up at him, and the old man muttered: "No wonder from No. 2 Middle School..."

As a century-old school, Qingcheng No. 2 Middle School is quite famous throughout China. The old man's surprise and relief in his words probably felt that he was actually a student of No. 2 Middle School. No wonder he had such a tone.

Zhang Yang did not respond. He still remembered Su Hui's mentality. First, he did not think that the admission to the No. 2 Middle School had much to do with him, and second, his psychological age was there, so he answered this way not to show off.

After the nurse left, the old man asked his wife to return the notebook to Zhang Yang and asked again: "Is there any?"

"I didn't think it through."

Zhang Yang took the notebook and lay down to continue listening to the class.

Seeing that he didn't like to pay attention to him and didn't want to make things boring, the old man smacked his lips and couldn't help but recall the more than 10,000 words just now, and found that he was looking forward to the follow-up content of this novel.

If we can continue to unfold at this level, the subsequent picture will be magnificent!

After listening to the four-hour music theory class, Zhang Yang continued to dictate at night. When he finished writing and was about to rest, the old man who had always gone to bed early didn't know whether he had been waiting or just getting up at night, so he happened to pass by and borrowed his notebook.

The first chapter ended, and in the second chapter, the seven monsters in Jiangnan appeared one after another. The seven martial arts, weapons, and descriptions were very different from the characters in the martial arts novels he had read in the past, especially the Jin people, which was mixed with the servitude of officials of the Southern Song Dynasty, which made the old man's interest greatly.

But unfortunately, the next day, June 27th, Zhang Yang received a notice from the hospital that he could be discharged.

At noon, Zhang Shouyi came to deliver food, and Zhang Yang informed him about this, but the hospital had no way to pay the bill and discharge it after get off work at noon, so he had to come back to the hospital after class in the afternoon.

At noon, Zhou Fan called Zhang Yang and asked him what he was discharged from the hospital. Zhang Yang told him that he would be discharged in the afternoon. Then in the afternoon, while continuing to get an IVF and accepting Luoshen cramming, he received a call from Zhou Qihang, saying that he was downstairs of the hospital and asked Zhang Yang which ward he was in.

Zhou Fan is Zhang Yang’s close friend in this world. His father Zhou Qihang and Zhang Shouyi are old classmates and have been in love for decades.

Everyone was here, and Zhang Yang was not polite. He told him the address. Zhou Qihang came up and met him, and then went to check out and was discharged from the hospital.

After the drip was finished, the beautiful nurse of unknown name came over to remove the needle for him and smiled with some teasing smile: "Are you finally discharged from the hospital?"

Zhang Yang said: "Yes, you won't see me tomorrow."

"I couldn't see you, I'll take a vacation tomorrow."

"Why?"

"I haven't had a long rest, so I'll go on a date for a day."

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "It turns out that beautiful girls have boyfriends."

The nurse glanced at him and smiled and said, "I'm also called beautiful like this? Your sister is beautiful, and is the classmate who asked you to jump off the stairs and commit suicide. Isn't it more beautiful?"

"I fell down and accidentally rolled down the stairs..."

"Okay, fall down, fall down, I know."

The beautiful nurse carefully and skillfully removed the needle tied to his wrist, put the gauze bandages into the tray, and smiled and said, "No matter whether it is, don't be stupid in the future. Study hard, and there are many beautiful women in college."

She intimately and casually reminded her, putting everything in the tray, getting up and leaving as usual, "Let's go."

It is often easier to feel kindness in strangers. Zhang Yang smiled and waved his hand, "By bye."

"Bye-Bye."
Chapter completed!