I Became a Medical Genius in the 80s

Chapter 112: Chapter 112: Similar Eyes (Second Update, Please Vote)

House and car?

Beisitian showed no expression and asked, ”Does Sisi have a boyfriend?”

Beisisi is her half-sister.

Du Chunmei wasn’t sure what she meant and shook her head, saying, ”No, why bring her up?”

Beisitian inwardly sneered. The life the original owner had lived was evident, even if her memories were incomplete; it was less than that of animals.

Anything good always went to Beisisi. She was the first in the village to wear a terylene dress, and when the original owner merely touched it out of envy, Du Chunmei slapped her twice, despising her for dirtying the dress!

Beisisi doesn’t even have a boyfriend yet. How could she, in the city with both house and car, be next in line?

From the start, Beisitian knew Du Chunmei had no good intentions, and this was just a test to gauge her purpose.

”Are you looking to sell me to someone again?” Beisitian sneered coldly.

Upon hearing this, Du Chunmei’s face darkened, and she pushed Beisitian’s shoulder, saying, ”What nonsense are you talking about, selling!”

Beisitian slightly dodged her fat hand and stepped back, looking at Du Chunmei, she said, ”I’m already married. Since he’s so outstanding, let Beisisi marry him.”

After speaking, not wanting to waste any more time, she turned around and walked away, waving a whip.

She would avenge some of the grudges for the original owner, but for those born from the original owner’s own cowardice and willingness, she wouldn’t involve herself.

All that’s in the past. As long as Du Chunmei didn’t provoke her, she wouldn’t do anything unnecessary.

Everyone around was watching, so naturally, Du Chunmei wouldn’t chase after her; that would ruin her image!

She watched Beisitian’s back and snorted coldly, ”Years without discipline, does this dead girl think she’s grown wings? Humph, she’ll never escape my grasp!”

Du Chunmei turned and left.

After meeting Du Chunmei, Beisitian didn’t tell Mrs. Qin and Luo Anguo, fearing they might worry.

The next day, Beisitian went to town. Writing took little effort, so she went more frequently, hoping to earn more money.

Upon reaching town, Beisitian first went to Bao Niang Embroidery Workshop, chatted with Zhang Baoli for a while, and guided a few embroidery women transferred from the Beijing Main Store. Only then did she leave.

Standing at a crossroads, Beisitian hesitated slightly. To the left was Jishi Pharmacy, and to the right was Wenfang Society.

She actually enjoyed chatting with Zhou Jiren as she genuinely admired his knowledge and insights, which could only come from traveling all over the place, not just talk on paper!

The world seen in newspapers was one way, but the world understood through his words was another, showing its vibrant diversity.

However, she felt that as a widow—at least for now with such an identity—it wasn’t quite proper to always approach a big man.

So far, Beisitian had met many people, but the only person she could genuinely converse with was Zhou Jiren.

Unfortunately, Zhou Jiren was too mysterious, and Beisitian had to be cautious of him.

Sighing, Beisitian shook her head and turned towards the Wenfang Society on the right.

Upon entering Wenfang Society, the staff inside greeted Beisitian and led her in.

Because Feng Yunzhang held Beisitian in high regard, several employees at Wenfang Society had bought Beisitian’s calligraphy, admiring her writing abilities as a young woman, and they treated her well.

”Boss Feng said you can go straight in and find him when you arrive.” The on-duty clerk, Li Xuejun, said with a smile to Beisitian.

As she entered the courtyard, Beisitian heard Feng Yunzhang’s voice, ”Brother, you’re truly putting your old brother in a tough spot. Mr. Wu isn’t someone you can just meet on a whim. I know you want to connect with military people, but you can’t approach so abruptly!”

”Although it’s abrupt, I’ve admired Mr. Wu for a long time, and this is a rare opportunity in Qingzhou Town. With your influence, if I miss it, I might never have another chance!”

Beisitian was slightly surprised; the voice was actually Zhou Jiren’s!

Feng Yunzhang chuckled wryly, ”To be honest, Mr. Wu, while a literary figure, holds high stature and power. Even I can’t just meet him at will!”

”As long as you’re willing to introduce us, there’s no need to worry about anything else. I won’t cause you any trouble!” Zhou Jiren said.

After exchanging a few more words, Beisitian entered the room, seeing Feng Yunzhang seemed to have agreed.

”Miss Bei is here!” Feng Yunzhang stood up with a smile.

Beisitian smiled in return. She appreciated that Feng Yunzhang didn’t have the common gender prejudice but simply admired her calligraphy, which gave her a high regard for his character.

When Beisitian appeared, Zhou Jiren’s gaze fell on her, looking deeply at her before saying, ”Miss Bei, are you here to submit your homework?”

He always jokingly referred to Beisitian’s visits as ’submitting homework.’

Beisitian laughed, ”Mr. Zhou is here as well, enjoying a lively chat.”

Feng Yunzhang shook his head, smiling, ”When he lobbies someone, it’s hard to bear, and he won’t stop until he succeeds. Since last time when you were here, Miss Bei, he’s been wanting to meet Mr. Wu, sigh!”

Beisitian smiled at this, finding it hard to comment.

”Why wait? I have the gift prepared. Let’s go now,” Zhou Jiren suggested.

Beisitian looked at him. She had felt something strange upon entering, and now she noticed Zhou Jiren seemed a bit different.

Something different in appearance?

Beisitian shook her head. His appearance was the same, but something seemed different, which suggested a change.

What was different?

Pondering this, Beisitian glanced several times and suddenly realized those eyes seemed very familiar.

After all, she was a woman, and although in this world, she retained some of her previous reserve, so she never carefully observed Zhou Jiren.

Having observed him now, she realized those eyes bore some resemblance to Luo Xudong’s, but only a slight resemblance.

Many people in the world have similar eyes, and even similar faces, yet these people often have no blood relation.

This thought only passed briefly through her mind before she returned to her previous curiosity; it must be his eyebrows that had changed.

Zhou Jiren noticed Beisitian gazing at him, turned, and when their eyes met, his heart suddenly skipped.

”Did Mr. Zhou get his eyebrows done?” Beisitian abruptly asked.