It is also a high-class ward, and the old man's room is completely new from the sheets and bedding to the daily necessities, and in front of the sofa provided by the hospital on the windowsill, I don't know where to get a low table, and there are small stools on both sides, on which half of the chess is played. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Qu Zongchao and the old man sat side by side on the sofa.

The old man asked, "Will it be?" Have a plate? ”

Qu Zongchao hurriedly waved his hand: "No, if you make a move like this, I will be a backgammon." ”

The old man was happy: "Yes, in fact, I don't know how to do it." ”

Qu Zongchao didn't believe it and asked, "Are you modest?" ”

The old man laughed: "It's really not, I was willing to play mahjong when I was young, but then I got frozen shoulder, and after lifting my arm for a long time, it hurt badly, so I stopped fighting." It's okay to be idle, I see that other old men and old ladies are playing this in the yard, so I also follow the fun, learning little by little, it's only been a few years, it's really not modest. ”

Qu Zongchao was also happy, daring to love the old man to play chess, just to mingle with other old men and old ladies, what kind of loneliness this person has become.

Qu Zongchao thought in his heart, but he didn't ask, mainly because he was afraid that the old man would confide in him about the affairs of the family on a whim.

Qu Zongchao picked up some innocuous little jokes, chatted with the old man, and was bored.

After talking for a while, Qu Zongchao asked, "I came with two apples, do you want to eat them?" ”

Qu Zongchao took out the apples from his pocket, one was big and green, and the other was small and red.

The old man was happy: "Eat." ”

Qu Zongchao casually handed over the small and red one, pinched the rest and wiped it twice, and took a bite from the side of his mouth.

The old man was less hygienic than him, so he opened his mouth to bite directly, chewed twice and asked, "Why do you give me a small one?" ”

Qu Zongchao waved his apple to the old man's hand: "You are so red!" ”

The old man squinted at Qu Zongchao, and suddenly smiled, and the smile bloomed from the cloudy eyes, calm, with a hint of appreciation in the corners of his eyes.

The topic of nonsense was almost over, Qu Zongchao glanced at the old man, the corner of one side of his mouth was raised, revealing a ruffian smile, and he muttered in his mouth: "Addicted to smoking, old man, I'll smoke one in your house, no one cares, right?" ”

The old man was stunned: "Smoke, no one cares." ”

Qu Zongchao took out a cigarette and asked, "You haven't been smoking secretly for a while?" ”

The old man waved his hand: "The family is too strict and didn't leave me money." ”

Qu Zongchao took out a pack of China from his pocket, if the packaging was a little dark, he pinched it with his hand, blocking most of the cigarette case: "When you are addicted to smoking, you don't care that others want to root it?" ”

The old man's face turned pale: "Can I pull down that face?" ”

Qu Zongchao pinched the cigarette and didn't put it in his mouth, dangling it in front of the old man's eyes, and pointed his fingers and said: "It's right if you don't smoke, the doctor said at the time, your lungs can't stop tossing anymore, you have to take care of yourself." ”

The old man's eyes were uncontrollable and swayed with the cigarette on his fingertips, and he teased in his mouth: "How many years to live, accompany Dabao?" ”

Qu Zongchao smiled.

Since the day he was hospitalized, the old man didn't find a chance to smoke a cigarette, on the one hand, because of the strict supervision of the doctor and his family, and on the other hand, because he fainted this time, and he was a little afraid.

The older a person gets, the less afraid he is of death, and those words are all psychological hints that he puts in his mouth to comfort others and makes them by the way.

The older you get, the closer you get to death, the more important and reluctant you are to let go of the things you care about in your heart.

The old man looked at the fingers waving in the air, endured and endured, he couldn't stand it anymore, smacked his lips, and asked, "Why don't you let me take a sip?" It's just one bite, I haven't smoked it in days, and I'm so hungry. ”

Qu Zongchao looked embarrassed and wanted to dissuade him: "Or don't you?" You're still hospitalized, can your lungs handle it? ”

The old man feigned anger: "Just one bite, what's there to stand it?" ”

Qu Zongchao pretended to think about it, and handed over the cigarette: "Then you can say it, just take a sip." ”

The old man had a look of ecstasy on his face, hurriedly took it, skillfully stuffed the cigarette into his mouth, smashed it, and frowned: "Your cigarette is not fake, right?" Is the taste so light? ”

Qu Zongchao couldn't hold it back, and burst out laughing, fine lines pressed out of the corners of his mouth, revealing a sly smile after doing something bad and succeeding.

When the old man's puzzled expression touched Qu Zongchao's evil smile, he immediately distorted and deformed, and he couldn't help but reach out and slap him on the head: "You stinky boy, you trick me!" ”

Qu Zongchao laughed out loud, laughed enough, and explained: "I went to buy a smoking cessation device for you, I really want to smoke it, just take it in my mouth for a while, the smell of smoke in it is synthetic, and it is harmless to the body." ”

The old man took the cigarette from his mouth and looked at it carefully, only to find that the cigarette was actually quite fake, but it tasted good, especially when he held it in his mouth, the cigarette holder was bitten between his teeth, and it was no different from the real cigarette.

The old man pulled the hand of the other party's head, slid it down, landed on his shoulder, and pinched it twice with a smile: "Thank you, I like this gift." ”

Qu Zongchao grinned, he chatted with the old man in the ward for a while before getting up to say goodbye.

The old man sent him to the door of the ward, Qu Zongchao smiled unhesitantly, waved his hand, turned his head and ran to the stairwell.

Liu Xiu'e received a call from Shi Yang early in the morning, and said to Zhao Dazhuang: "Yangyang, this kid is really hearted, you said that since you were sick for the past two days, he came to keep vigil every night, if it wasn't really unbearable, he couldn't call Chaozi over at night." ”

Zhao Dazhuang didn't think much about it, and nodded in agreement: "But isn't it, or my mother used to always say that I was old and blessed." ”

Liu Xiu'e was happy: "Our mother is an old feudal, can you really believe this?" ”

Zhao Dazhuang said: "Why don't you believe it? How festive it is to be blessed when you are old, and besides, I am blessed, don't you also borrow light! ”

Liu Xiu'e packed her things and packed her bags: "Well, am I borrowing your light?" In a few years, you will become an old man, what development can you have? Even if you hope and count on my daughter, the light is also borrowed from my daughter. ”

Zhao Dazhuang smiled: "Without me, can I have your daughter?" Isn't this still borrowing my light? ”

Liu Xiu'e retorted: "Without me, can you give birth to your daughter?" Give birth to me and see! If I hadn't endured a day and a night of production, where would you have borrowed light? ”

Zhao Dazhuang immediately begged for mercy: "Yes, yes, yes, without such a good land as you, how can I grow such a good seedling as my daughter, right?" ”

Liu Xiu'e burst out laughing: "Stinky and poor, you will!" ”