"You can live a long life, I'm not in a hurry to refine the medicine, you read slowly" Lin Fan quickly stuffed the book back into Fang Chunhua's hand, in fact, he also wanted to refine the true pill as soon as possible, but he always felt that accepting this medicine book now was a bit of a danger to others.

Suddenly, Fang Chunhua's face became serious, "It's for you, you kid will study it seriously for me, doctors study medicine to save people, if you use this to harm people, I won't let you go when I die." ”

Looking at the suddenly cold old Mr. Fang, Lin Fan was a little scared, or maybe this dark room made him feel very uncomfortable.

Lin Fan hurriedly took the medicine book in Fang Chunhua's hand, patted the ash on it and stuffed it into his jacket pocket, and then walked over to help Fang Chunhua out.

After leaving Fang's house, the two took the car back to the pharmacy, originally Lin Fan also planned to go to see Fang Weisheng and Fang's mother, but because Fang Chunhua had a conflict with them, it was a little unsafe to let an old man go back alone, so he accompanied Fang Chunhua back to the pharmacy.

Every day after I went back, it was still the same as before.

Lin Fan gets up early every day to open a shop, cooks food and waits for Fang Chunhua to eat, Fang Chunhua is no different from before, he eats and sleeps every day, sleeps and eats.

"Lin Fan, Lin Fan, Lin Fan!" Fang Chunhua knocked on Lin Fan's door with the crutch in his hand and shouted his name.

Lin Fan rubbed his sleepy eyes and wrapped his clothes to open the door, this scene was like the first day of the night, it was the same morning, the same rude knock on the door.

The only difference was that after Lin Fan opened the door, he saw Fang Chunhua, who was more energetic than before.

"Cook quickly, I'm going to starve to death" Without giving Lin Fan a chance to reply, Fang Chunhua walked straight to the front of the pharmacy.

Lin Fan walked to the kitchen to cook, and thought to himself, could it be that he had seen the effect of the medicine on the medicine book for the past two days.

In fact, when he came back from the Fang family's old house two days ago, Lin Fan was curious to open the medicine book and look at it, and suddenly saw that there was a prescription for treating fatigue and supplementing nutrition, which was very suitable for Mr. Fang, who was listless all day, so he decocted the medicine according to the prescription, and added some to Fang Chunhua's rice and tea every day, hoping to improve Mr. Fang's situation.

Seeing that Mr. Fang had changed his spirits, Lin Fan still added some medicine to him as before when cooking, and served it to Fang Chunhua.

"Why is your cooking level getting worse and worse, this meal is getting more and more unpalatable" Fang Chunhua took a bite of the food brought by Lin Fan, and suddenly missed the food that his wife had cooked before, he hadn't eaten it for many years, and he could still remember the fragrant food.

"Hey, hey, I'm not a man who is not cooking in the first place" Lin Fan looked at Fang Chunhua with a hippie smile, wondering if he had added too much medicine and was tasted by Fang Chunhua, so he hurriedly found a reason to perfunctory.

Fang Chunhua is already a person whose loess is buried in his neck, and his sense of taste is already very poor, of course he can't taste too many specific flavors of the food, but he just feels that he is in good spirits today, so he wants to use his stubborn temper and have fun with Lin Fan.

Since Lin Fan moved in, Fang Chunhua felt that he was not as lonely as before, someone to talk to him during the day, someone to take care of him, and even when he slept and dreamed, he would dream of talking to Lin Fan, and no one had talked to Fang Chunhua for a long time.

He knew that he had a stubborn temper, that is, because of his poisonous mouth, his son ran away from home in a fit of anger and never came back, and he didn't know how he was doing for so many years, whether he would leave before him, which was the thing Fang Chunhua regretted the most in his life.

Fang Chunhua hopes that his child can be like Lin Fan, who can greet him with a smile when he is scolded, so that he will not regret it for the rest of his life, maybe his child has inherited his own natural temper.

Thinking of Qing'er, Fang Chunhua's heart was a little uncomfortable, and he quickly finished eating the rice in the bowl and went back to the room.

The more he thought about it in bed, the more uncomfortable he became, I don't know if it was mental discomfort or physical discomfort, anyway, he was just uncomfortable.

For a moment, he felt as if he saw a woman in Xiuhe clothes coming down from the sedan chair when he and his wife were just married, and he slowly stepped forward and lifted her hijab, and the puffy face looked very cute.

Suddenly, it seemed that on the day of his wife's death, on the recliner in the pharmacy, his wife fell asleep peacefully, and there was no longer a moment of getting up.

Slowly, Fang Chunhua seemed to realize something, lay quietly on the bed, used the last bit of strength of his body to touch the following photo along the pillow, held it tightly in his hand, and then slowly closed his eyes, and left this world like this.

When Lin Fan found out that Fang Chunhua was dead, it was already time to eat in the afternoon, and he was going to put the meal on the table next to the recliner as usual, and when Fang Chunhua woke up, he came to eat, but today Lin Fan was panicked, I don't know what's wrong, he thought he had a fever as soon as he got up in the morning.

Gently pushing open Fang Chunhua's door, for fear of waking him up from sleep and being scolded again, Lin Fan tiptoed to put the rice bowl on the round table in the room, and planned to close the door and go out again.

Usually Fang Chunhua will be woken up because of the slightest sound, what's wrong today? Before Lin Fan went out, he glanced at the person lying peacefully on the bed, and felt that something was not quite right, so he stepped forward to check.

"It's time to eat, it's time to get up" Lin Fan whispered to Fang Chunhua to get up, but it was still very strange, Fang Chunhua didn't move.

At this moment, Lin Fan understood that the person on the bed was dead, Lin Fan was so frightened by this bad news that he sat on the ground, and tears unconsciously slipped down his cheeks.

What's wrong with him? It was not just a coincidence that this annoying old man died, and no one scolded him anymore, but Lin Fan's tears came out of the corners of his eyes unobediently, and a sourness welled up in his heart.

After a while, Lin Fan sorted out his mood, made a basin of hot water for Fang Chunhua to wipe his face, and then found a new set of clothes from the cabinet for Fang Chunhua to change into.

While changing clothes, Lin Fan saw the things in Fang Chunhua's hand.

A photo, the photo shows a little boy, looking eleven or twelve years old, with a little resemblance to Fang Chunhua between his eyebrows and eyes.

Lin Fan turned over the photo and saw the words on the back of the photo, "Qing'er".

Who is Qing'er? Could it be Fang Chunhua's child, I haven't heard this old man mention it, could it be that Fang Chunhua still has a child.

With this question, Lin Fan bought a fairly good coffin and found some people who did white things to bury Fang Chunhua properly.

After burying Fang Chunhua, Lin Fan, as the only person who was still close, kept filial piety to Fang Chunhua.

After the first seven, Lin Fan took Fang Chunhua's tablet back to the Fang family's old house.

After putting the tablet in Fang's house, Lin Fan turned around and went to Fang Weisheng's house again.

As soon as she walked to the door of Fang Weisheng's house, Fang Fang's mother, who was drying clothes in the door, saw Lin Fan at a glance, and Fang's mother quickly wiped her hands on her clothes and walked to the door to greet Lin Fan.