Fu Zhengnan has also reached the age where he has to wear reading glasses to read words, and he has a hard time reading. He looked majestic and looked very attentive, and Su Xiang knew that he just didn't want to see her.

Su Xiang squeezed a smile again, and put the gift given to Fu Zhengnan on the coffee table.

Mrs. Zhuoya played with Fu Ying for a while, and then walked to the courtyard of the villa with the child in her arms.

There is also a slightly smaller building on the left side of the villa, and after Mr. Fu fell ill, he built another building to live in.

The old man was sick in bed all the year round, and occasionally came out to bask in the sun on the balcony when the weather was good, and he saw very few people.

Mrs. Zhuoya took her grandson to see her great-grandfather, and Su Xiang followed behind, and stopped when she reached the door of the room.

She couldn't go in without the old man's permission.

Su Xiang handed the immortal card that he went to the temple to ask for and asked Mrs. Zhuoya to give it to the old man.

The longevity card is made of ginkgo wood, the 400-year-old ginkgo tree at the entrance of Yunlai Temple was split by lightning this summer and a section of the branch, some people take it to make the longevity card, and ask the monks to open the light and chant the scriptures, a card is hard to find.

Although it has a name of 400 years, it is wooden after all, and it cannot be compared with precious wood such as rosewood, and it is not as important as jade, but for an old man who is dying and waiting for death, words such as longevity, enlightenment, Buddhist scriptures, and spiritual results are more suitable than those precious gifts.

Mrs. Zhuoya glanced at her, pushed the door in her arms and pushed Fu Ying in, and Su Xiang stood at the door waiting.

After a while, the door opened, and Madame Zoya said to her, "Go in, the old man said that I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

Su Xiang raised his head and was slightly stunned.

"What are you still stunned for?" Lady Zhuoya frowned at her.

Mr. Fu has a long history of illness, and he had undergone liver tumor removal surgery more than a year ago, and the whole person was weak and out of shape, and people who usually saw him for the first time would indeed be frightened.

It was not the first time Su Xiang had seen it, so naturally he was not afraid, but a little stunned.

The old man rarely saw her, and the last time he saw her was half a year ago, on Fu Ying's first birthday.

Su Xiang hurriedly shook his head and followed Mrs. Zhuoya in.

The old man's room was extremely spacious, with two beds side by side, one large and one smaller. The big one is naturally where the old man is lying, and the smaller bed is slept by the professional medical staff who monitor him 24 hours a day, with a flower wall in the middle.

The old man rarely goes out to breathe, but he must maintain his state of mind, so there is such a lattice wall in the room to purify the air and serve as a partition.

At this time, the bed of the medical staff was naturally empty, and the medical staff stood by the old man's bedside and injected him with nutritional injections.

Fu Ying was held in Fu Zhengnan's hands, and the little guy was not afraid of the old man, but he was afraid to watch the medical staff give injections.

"Needle, pain—"

The little guy has been vaccinated and understands the pain, and the little hand covers the arm and exhales the pain: "Touch ......"

Old Man Fu was reluctant to give up his great-grandson, so he only looked at it once on holidays, and his purple lips smiled: "The grandfather's good grandson, the grandfather doesn't hurt." ”

The last second was still full of kindness, but when he looked at Su Xiang, he regained his seriousness.

"Hanchuan didn't come back with you?"

Su Xiang hurriedly played sign language, and seeing that the old man frowned, she hurriedly lowered her head and took out a pen and paper for writing, and wrote a big word "dinner" in her notebook.