Chu Xiang is old, his body is not very good, and he can't do without the Tai Doctor every day. Even Xie Yao ran a lot more diligently to the Chu Prime Minister's mansion.

When Chu Yan went, the housekeeper was startled and hurriedly coughed several times, there was a movement in Chu Xiang's room, Chu Chang's eyes widened, and he bypassed the housekeeper and rushed in.

Chu Xiang didn't have time to stuff the roast duck under the bed and showed a butt outside, but Chu Xiang was lying on the bed like an old child, grabbed a shoe and smashed it over: "Something that doesn't make a difference!" What about the rules!! Lao Tzu taught you all the rules in the dog's belly? ”

Today's Chu Xiang, compared with before, has a big temper, but the only thing that remains unchanged is his love for Chu Yan, and his eyes are full of spoiling.

Chu Yan rubbed her nose, walked over helplessly, took out the roast duck hidden under the bed, and said seriously: "Grandpa, you can't eat these things·······

"This can't be eaten, that can't be eaten either!! Lao Tzu eats the same as pig food every day, what's the point of living!! ”

In fact, Chu Yan is also very heartbroken, which is also the reason why she runs to Chu Xiang's mansion every day.

Although Chu Yan looks down on life and death, it does not mean that she can accept the departure of her dearest people in this world.

From her, the first and the person who has always loved her the most and tolerated her is Chu Xiang.

Chu Yan didn't say anything, she only went over to smooth the old man's hair, "Grandpa, these things, the doctor said, are too greasy, and eating them is not good for your health." ”

"Fart!! The quacks!! Don't think that Lao Tzu doesn't know that they can't even solve their own false fire, and they want to interfere with Lao Tzu's food!! ”

Isn't it just a few pieces of meat missing from eating every day?

Isn't it just drinking some more medicine worth a thousand gold every day?

How can it be the same as what terrible things those imperial doctors have done to them...

Chu Yan took a deep breath, and wanted to seriously remind her grandfather, this, life is precious, eating meat is a hair!

could touch Chu Xiang's aggrieved little eyes, and Chu Yan suddenly didn't want to say anything more.

"Grandpa······"

"Okay, what's not productive, doesn't Lao Tzu just want to eat some meat? As for the tension, is it like fighting? Lao Tzu has a handful of old bones, and before he dies of illness, he has to starve to death first. ”

Although he complained like this, after Chu Xiang finished speaking, his eyes dimmed a little,

"Girl, Lao Tzu's body, Lao Tzu knows that when you should live, you should live when you should live, and when you should die, you must also die well. It's a pity that I can't watch the girl you grow old anymore, but it's okay, it's just an old girl, don't look at it. ”

After Chu Xiang finished speaking, he suddenly covered his lips and coughed violently, coughing heartbreakingly, as if he wanted to cough out all his internal organs.

And Chu Yan, with red eyes, hurriedly went over and patted Chu Xiang on the back, so that he could be as comfortable as possible.

There has never been a moment like this, Chu Yan felt that she had no ability to relieve the pain of the person who loved her, such a sense of powerlessness weighed heavily on Chu Chang's heart, and there were too many words in her heart, but she didn't know how to speak at this time.

At this time, Mu Zexi suddenly walked in with a bowl of decoction, saw Chu Xiang coughing, his eyes were also very anxious, and he walked over quickly, "Go and invite Xie Yao." ”

Someone in the shadows immediately retreated.

Chu Xiang eased, his face was much worse than before, he looked at Mu Zexi, and suddenly smiled, "I'm afraid that when I go over there, the ancestor emperor is going to come to me to cry, and his grandson is actually serving me decoction." ”

Although it was a joke, it expressed the emotion in my heart.

Mu Zexi is not a person who cares about everyone, but only a person who cares about Chu Yan. Hearing this, Mu Zexi just blushed, and then took the decoction medicine on the side, "I just went to the back kitchen, you are old and let people add sucrose to the medicine, three meals a day, do you have to become five meals to be honest?" ”

The picture is harmonious, Chu Xiang's gray hair, his beard is slightly upturned, Mu Zexi is handsome and ink-haired, one is old and one is young, obviously Chu Xiang is the oldest, but Mu Zexi has a kind of teaching disobedient children as if he was teaching him, and his words are full of tenderness.

Chu Xiang pursed his mouth, and a cold chestnut knocked on Chu Yan's head, and said angrily: "It's not that this unproductive thing is stupid, the medicine can't be boiled, but the kitchen can cook a few for me." Hum!! ”

Chu Yan, who was exposed, looked aggrieved and personally served the decoction, which she should do as a granddaughter to be filial to Chu Xiang, but Mu Zexi remembered her repeated arson, and ran to boil the medicine without saying a word.

Chu Xiang drank the medicine with a bitter face, frowned, and said pitifully: "The medicine prescribed by the kid of the Xie family is really much better than that prescribed by those quacks. ”

Chu Chang: Nonsense! Otherwise, what kind of business is it called? Didn't you smash your own signboard?

But seeing that Chu Xiang's face was better, he couldn't help but swallow these words again, sat at the head of the bed, and made a fuss about letting Chu Xiang tell a story.

When people are old, they like to talk about what they have not talked about.

Chu Xiang said from the birth of Chu Yan, three sentences are not far from one of them, but they are full of love. Chu Xiang lay on the side of Chu Xiang's bed and listened quietly.

And Mu Zexi sat aside, pouring a glass of water for Chu Xiang from time to time, quietly listening to this glorious old man talking about his granddaughter, with tears in his eyes.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still, enveloping the three of them inside.

It wasn't until sunset that the sky was getting dark, and Chu Yan put the Sifang inkstone at the head of the bed, and she went back to the house with Mu Zexi.

The streets of the capital are more prosperous at night.

Passers-by on both sides came and went, and Mu Zexi held Chu Yan by his side to prevent her from being bumped into.

Such a posture attracted many people's sideways glances, but Mu Zexi only quietly surrounded Chu Yan as if he hadn't seen it.

"Mu Zexi, if a person dies, will there be an afterlife?"

This question, coming out of Chu Yan's mouth, is actually a little ridiculous.

Didn't she just pick up a bargain and live an extra life?

Mu Zexi nodded and said softly: "No matter in this life or the next life, you just need to know that I, or Chu Xiang, want you peace and joy." ”

Chu Yan's feet suddenly paused, and she suddenly turned her head to look at Mu Zexi, "If so, it's not you who will accompany me in the next life?" ”

Mu Zexi smiled lightly, turned around and whispered, "If he spoils you like me, I can watch you from afar and see your different afterlife." If he doesn't do you any good, I'll take his place. ”

A different afterlife?

However, this life is also Chu Yan's next life.

Chu Yan suddenly had a sour nose, and from Chu Xiangfu to now, she was finally able to cry comfortably.

"Mu Zexi, why don't you play according to the routine? Shouldn't your answer at this time be to be with me in the next life? ”

In romance dramas, isn't it all like this?

Mu Zexi smiled bitterly, "Then, you ask again?" ”

Chu Yan rolled her eyes with tears in her eyes, and snorted twice, "You liar." ”

Mu Zexi laughed silently and took Chu Yan into his arms. He knew she was just trying to vent the depression in her heart.

What Chu Xiang meant to her, no one knew better than him.

Time is a thing, when it is wasted, it is like a lame leg, slow. But as soon as you ignore it, it will run away, and it will tire you out.

Chu Yan still went to Chu Xiang's mansion every morning and came back late at night.

On this day, Chu Yan and Mu Zexi both came in the morning, and Prince Mu went to boil the medicine very honestly.

Chu Xiang is in good health today, and he can already change his clothes and get out of bed and walk around.

When Chu Yan went, Chu Xiang was practicing calligraphy.

Seeing Chu Yan, he suddenly grinned and beckoned to Chu Yan, "Come here, Chang'er, grandpa will teach you to write." ”

This tone is like a child's spoiling.

Chu Yan smiled and touched her nose, "Isn't it insulting to let me do something like writing." ”

Earlier, Chu Xiang had always disliked Chu Chang for getting into trouble and fighting all day long, but Chu Chang also remembered this, so whenever he mentioned these pen and ink documents, Chu Chang had a big head.

But seeing that Chu Xiang was full of interest, Chu Xiang naturally followed Chu Xiang, sat beside Chu Xiang honestly, watched Chu Xiang dip in ink, and lifted the pen.

"Grandpa, what grandpa likes the most is your heart, pure and good, not pretentious. Grandpa taught you since childhood, you didn't learn anything, grandpa didn't teach you, but you learned smoothly. You remember when you were a child, your grandfather held you to practice calligraphy and asked you to write your name, and you were good enough to write the words Wang Ba······"

Chu Xiang was writing and chattering at the same time, talking about trivial matters in the past.

Even though Chu Yan has listened to it many times, she still feels tired of listening.

At this time, Chu Yan was honestly studying ink on the side, and her eyes secretly glanced at Chu Xiang who was concentrating on shoes and storytelling from time to time.

For a long time, Chu Xiang wrote a full sheet of rice paper.

Just two words.

Chu Yan looked at Chu Yan who was full of paper blankly, her eyes were hot, and tears were already flowing down.

"Grandpa has written countless words in his life, but this Chu Yan is the best word."

Chu Xiang handed the pen to Chu Yan, with a soft smile in his eyes.

Chu Yan wiped her tears and took the pen, "Grandpa can write anything." ”

Chu Xiang smiled, his eyes narrowing into a slit.

The study room is filled with the fragrance of thousand-year-old ink.

Chu Yan sat behind the table, Chu Xiang sat on the side, holding Chu Yan's hand, as if he was teaching beginners to write, teaching seriously.

The shallow smile at the corner of the mouth, love is like a spring breeze in March, and the hearts of people are warm.

Chu Yan followed Chu Xiang's strength, and wrote her name on the rice paper one after another.

Time has forgotten them and left them alone.

Suddenly, Chu Xiang's hand let go and fell on the table with a click.

Chu Yan's pen was stunned, her whole body stiffened, and tears fell on the table.

Blurred the handwriting she had scratched, and the pen in her hand fell on the table.

Chu Yan turned her head slowly, Chu Xiang next to her lowered her head, with a shallow smile on her lips, and she was already out of breath.

Chu Yan had thought about many kinds of parting before, but it was the first time to part, life and death.

Chu Yan's throat was like a breath of stalk, she couldn't go up, she couldn't go down, and the tears in the corners of her eyes were falling as if she was dying.

After a long time, Chu Yan finally picked up the pen on the table and finished writing Chu Chang's words.

The moment he put down the pen, he finally couldn't hold back anymore, turned around and hugged Chu Xiang and cried.

In this world, people who smile at you may not want you to be good.

Whoever speaks ill of you may not have malicious intent.

The two words of Chu Yan on this piece of paper are holding Chu Xiang's unfinished instructions, and he is worried about Chu Chang's reluctance.

The scene in front of me became more and more blurred, until I lost consciousness, and tears continued to slide···········