Stuffing the hot cup into the hands of the old lady sitting in front of the TV, the corners of Jiang Chan's mouth pulled a smile: "Drink some honey to warm up your body first, I'll go to cook dinner now, and eat in an hour." ”

When he touched the old lady's cold hand, Jiang Chan also felt a trace of sourness in his heart. This is not the original owner's emotions, but her own.

A lonely old man, his children are not around, his wife died early, and he is not accompanied by a dog or cat, and he is lonely all day long, which is really pitiful.

No one asked me about the porridge, and no one stood at dusk with me, which was full of sighs. With these thoughts spinning in his mind, Jiang Chan's movements in his hands did not stop, and two pots, one for soup and one for stir-frying, flew up.

The aroma of the food gradually spread outside, and the old lady, who had been like a wooden stake, slowly turned her head to look at the kitchen. Looking down at the hot cup in her hand again, the old lady hesitated and took a sip of hot tea.

The sweet honey water has a hint of lemon sourness, and the slightly warm tea goes down the throat as if the whole body is warm. The old lady's brain, which had not been used for a long time, slowly began to function.

More than forty minutes later, Jiang Chan put three dishes and one soup on the table: "Mom, it's time for dinner." ”

Seeing the old lady sitting there motionless, Jiang Chan was not annoyed, came over and took away the cup that did not have much temperature in the old lady's hand, and then helped the old lady to sit down at the dining table.

Jiang Chan quickly filled the old lady with a bowl of bone broth: "Drink some hot soup first, I won't leave after I come back this time, and I'll always be with you." ”

The old lady lowered her eyebrows as if she hadn't heard what Jiang Chan said, and she would eat whatever dishes Jiang Chan gave her. A bowl of soup and half a bowl of rice, Jiang Chan touched the old lady's stomach: "Okay, don't eat the rest, otherwise your stomach will not be able to eat it at night." ”

Hearing Jiang Chan say this, the old lady put down her chopsticks and looked extremely obedient. Jiang Chan took a deep breath, the old lady was already very serious, it seemed that she had to take her to the doctor earlier.

After dinner, Jiang Chan helped the old lady walk in the living room for about 20 minutes, while talking to her about what she had seen and heard in the city, and by the way, her plans after she came back.

"Don't we have an old house in the countryside? I think about it, I plan to live in the old house with you in the future, how convenient the Internet is now, I will write and make videos on the Internet in the future, and it is as promising. ”

"At that time, I planted fruit trees in front of and behind the house, so that we could enjoy the flowers and eat fresh fruit all year round, and if you were afraid of loneliness, we would have two more dogs and a cat. ”

Listening to Jiang Chan's description, the old lady's eyes turned, and she looked a little more vivid. Seeing that the old lady was almost eating, Jiang Chan helped her to the bedroom.

"I'm going to make your bed, this cold day, you have to cover more, I'll get some hot water for you to soak your feet later, I've learned some new massage techniques, I'll pinch you later, make sure you get a good night's sleep tonight." ”

The old lady was silent and kept silent, and Jiang Chan didn't feel embarrassed when she talked to herself. After chattering like this for about an hour, Jiang Cicada's mouth was dry.

Helping the old lady to sit down on the edge of the bed, Jiang Chan turned on the TV, this time he found a children's cartoon, listening to children's words, lively and lively, and also dispelled some of the loneliness in the house a little.

After waiting for the old lady to finish running, Jiang Chan asked the old lady to take a picture, and the old lady was very obedient, so she let her lie on her stomach. Jiang Chan stood still on the edge of the bed after cleaning his hands, and pressed his hands on the old lady's shoulders and neck.

The massage of traditional Chinese medicine is still very powerful, and Jiang Chan, as a senior Chinese medicine practitioner, is naturally well versed in this, and after a massage and pinching, the old lady's shoulders and neck are completely opened.

In less than twenty minutes, the old lady fell into a deep sleep. Hearing the old lady's subtle breathing, Jiang Chan withdrew his hand, and when his eyes swept to the small bottle on the bedside table, Jiang Chan's brows furrowed.

Isn't that sleeping pills? In the previous life, the old lady took a large amount of sleeping pills and passed away today, and she was only discovered several days after her death.

Jiang Chan lowered her eyebrows, and gently opened the drawer, there were several bottles of sleeping pills in the drawer, is the old lady already so serious? Sensing the dense guilt in her heart, Jiang Chan closed her eyes and suppressed this emotion that did not belong to her.

Turning the old lady over, Jiang Chan half-squatted on the side of the bed and looked at the old lady Feng Yuan carefully. said that it was an old lady, but in fact, Feng Yuan was only fifty-eight years old.

After all, the original owner Qiu Xin was only twenty-seven years old at this time, and Qiu Xin's father Qiu Feng died unexpectedly when Qiu Xin was fifteen years old, and Feng Yuan took Qiu Xin alone.

After graduating from university, Qiuxin stayed in the financial city to work, and the work pressure was great, and he could only come back during the New Year's holidays.

On weekdays, Feng Yuan is at home alone, and when Feng Yuan was not retired before, he was a little better, and he was able to talk and chat with others.

This retirement, there is nothing to do, and the old lady is completely idle. Suddenly idle and not going out to deal with others, and without a partner by her side, the old lady suffered from depression.

These were all things that Qiu Xin only learned later, and only when she experienced the pain of depression herself could she understand how much her mother Feng Yuan had suffered.

Jiang Chan's hand gently brushed Feng Yuan's hair, obviously a person in his fifties, who was already full of white hair, looked like a person in his seventies, and the spirit of the whole person was also very depressed.

To describe it in one word, it is mourning.

Jiang Chan sighed silently, leaving a dim bedside lamp, and she didn't move the medicine bottle on the bedside table at all, and walked out quietly.

After coming out, Jiang Chan was not idle, it was eight o'clock in the evening, which was when the nightlife had just begun. Looking at the messy room, Jiang Chan simply rolled up his sleeves.

She is a person who loves cleanliness, and she is not comfortable with not cleaning her residence. When he was mopping the floor, Jiang Chan missed the world of cultivating immortals very much, and he only needed a dust removal technique, where could he use so much effort to sweep and mop the floor now?

At half past nine, Jiang Chan can be regarded as cleaning up all the five floors, as for the sixth floor, let's talk about it tomorrow, the original owner Qiu Xin's weak chicken-like body, she has already been soft and weak after doing such a little work.

After everything was cleaned, Jiang Chan went to see Feng Yuan again, the old lady still slept very fragrantly, and her posture had not even changed.

And Jiang Chan sorted out the things of the original owner one by one after returning to the original owner's room. She came back in a hurry, and the house in Shanghai has not been returned, and she still has to deal with it when it settles down.

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