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It's been a long time, are you okay?

Bai An sat in the corner of the wall, looking at the letter paper in his hand, while wiping the sweat on his head with his sleeve, his hair was wet and steaming, and the floor-to-ceiling mirror against his right elbow took a clear picture of his wet back.

He calmed his breath as he looked at the quaint vertical letter in his hand, and his eyes followed the beautiful little block from right to left.

The writing is neat, the wording is polite - everyone in the world sees words like people, but this letter is really a far cry from the person who wrote it, except for the old-fashioned, I can't find a similar temperament.

In the 21st century, people who don't use WeChat, don't know QQ, don't send text messages, don't disdain mailboxes, prefer to send letters slowly, and still have the habit of writing with a brush, among the people Bai An knows, there is only one.

Former Tai Doctor Hong Old Man.

Such a bad old man with a stinky and hard temper, the letters he wrote were very beautiful, and he looked like a dignified gentleman from beginning to end, politely like a love letter written by a girl in the boudoir to her sweetheart.

Bai An shook goosebumps, snorted, skipped the long-winded rhetoric, read it on, and when he saw that Xiao Yue'er's illness had a clue, he immediately became serious, and he didn't care about disliking it or not, he watched it word by word, the more he looked, the more surprised he became, and he was a little apprehensive.

The window was open, gusts of wind blew in, drying the clothes stuck to his back, Bai An sneezed, didn't care about the crumpled long-sleeved T-shirt, and wanted to go to the hospital to report the good news, but as soon as he stood up, he paused, staring at the letter in his hand and hesitating.

The old man said that he suspected that he had found an allergen.

Xiao Yueyue's illness, the biggest problem is that the allergen can't be found, and it can't be effectively avoided, and if the allergen is found, then there is-

The possibility of survival.

Needless to say, the surprise is that he is afraid that he will be happy in vain, even if he knows that with the character of the old man Hong, using the word "suspected" is definitely subconsciously rigorous, and without eight or nine points of certainty, the old man will not even write this letter to him.

But I'm afraid of what happens.

I'll have to wait for the old man to come back.

Don't tell the tormented young parents yet, the disappointment after giving hope is the most hurtful despair.

Some unknown goose yellow petals, in the cool breeze, floated in slowly, attached to the raised curtains, and trembled and fell on the wooden floor, full of incense.

The letter paper in Bai An's hand also trembled.

He sighed, but he didn't know why, and looked blankly at the blue sky outside the window, and suddenly remembered the professor he met in the library yesterday.

William Guderian

Think of his eyes.

Simple, color-induced associations passed through Bai An's mind, and the center of gravity of his thoughts fell on the library, a treasure to be discovered.

His eyes lit up, and he tightened the paper.

The letter did not ask Bai An to inform the doctor at the hospital about this for the time being, and the old man obviously wanted to come back and preside over the test himself.

But before that, it doesn't mean that Bai An can't do anything, at least he can collect some information based on the content of the letter.......

He opened the door, and the transparency of the space allowed the cool breeze to hug his body consistently, Bai An shivered, and the tips of his hair were still wet.

It was already late autumn, and he was really thinly dressed, Bai An didn't take a few steps out, he sneezed loudly again, stood in front of the stairs, pinched a pile of stationery and shrunk his shoulders.

At this moment, my nose was already a little blocked.

It has already been described earlier.

The house is tasteful.

One of the walls next to the staircase is a transparent floor-to-ceiling glass window, decorated with small and delicate tiled eaves, and a row of glazed bamboo wind chimes hang under the eaves.

Bai An glanced around, saw that there was no one left and right, jumped down the stairs quickly, rushed into his bedroom in three or two steps, snapped the door, wrapped the blanket on the sofa, and comfortably nestled into the soft fabric pillow.

Childish to the extreme.

But Bai An didn't care, and the system didn't force it.

What's wrong with being naïve for men?

Men who die are teenagers.

It wasn't long before a rhythmic knock on the door rang out.

The corners of Bai An's eyes twitched. He moved his shoulders in the couch, shook off the blanket on his body, and quickly picked up the letter that had just been placed on the table, his eyes pretending to be glued to the slightly yellowed pages, as if he had not heard anything.

But if someone pays attention to his eyes, they can detect the reluctance in the eyes of Little Master Bai.

The knock on the door rang only three times, and then the sound of the button to open the door came vaguely.

After the door opened, a young man wearing thin-rimmed glasses walked in, his arms were in a standard posture, and he was wearing a suit shirt and vest, all neat and complete suits, including ties, hand towels and cufflinks.

- It's like acting in a TV series.

Bai An was so hot that his eyes quickly retracted his gaze, and he grinded his teeth secretly and disgustedly.

"Young master, it's cold, for the sake of your body, you need to wear at least one coat. The expected Western-style accent sounded at the door, soft and slow, with clear articulation, as dignified and restrained as the appearance of a young man, except for the lack of a little vitality unique to young people.

This is obviously a deacon in the style of English painting-

The Bai family used to have an old housekeeper, and that old man had a very long history in the Bai family, and he was a member of Grandpa Bai's generation.

In fact, even in today's imperial society, a society with more feudal dross than Bai An's previous life, Bai Baiqing and his wife did not treat others as slaves when they were alive, but lived together for a long time, and they have always been respected as close elders.

It is the old housekeeper who followed the old man Bai from the Bai family in Jinling since he was a teenager, all the way before and after the saddle, and did his best, it can be said that the white enterprise has today's scale, and the old housekeeper has made great contributions. is Bai Baiqing, who also grew up under the care of the old housekeeper. said that he was a housekeeper, but the relationship between this man and the old man Bai was actually closer than that of a brother.

On the contrary, it was the old housekeeper himself, who regarded the Bai family as the master, and was unwilling to go further, for fear of overstepping and colliding with the master.

It's a pity that the death of the Bai couple hit Bai Baiqing as an old housekeeper for half a child, and the old housekeeper, who was only in his sixties, couldn't afford to get sick when he heard the bad news, and he didn't survive for half a month, so he died, and he didn't even host the funeral of the Bai couple.

If this is still there, the original owner whose parents died at that time will probably not be so dazed, at least he will have a backbone.

With the old butler in the Buddha town, the situation of Bai's enterprise will definitely be much better than now.

And the young man in front of him is an old housekeeper who has never married for life, a righteous son adopted in middle age, named Han Zhi, and has been cultivated by the old housekeeper as the next housekeeper of the Bai family since he was a child.