In a dilapidated house, there lived two people, one old and one young, the old one was almost forty years old, and the young one was only eight or nine years old.

"Dad, what's wrong with my mother?" Qin Han asked while touching the freshly picked herbs.

"Hey! Your mother died the year you were born. The man next to him said. His expression was still so low. He wears a wide black hat on his head and is dressed in black.

The young man was dressed in white, and the hair on his head was curly, and the two dull hairs stood straight in the air.

"Hey!" Qin Han shook his head, and there was a little sadness and sadness in his tone.

"Don't think about it so much, quickly send this batch of Chinese herbs to Grandpa Ma." The middle-aged man gradually turned around and looked at Qin Han. The wide black hat could not hide his handsomeness, and his face always revealed sadness.

"Alright, I'll go now." Qin Han put the herbs into the cradle one by one, and then walked out of the house.

As soon as he walked out of the house, Qin Han saw the bare old elm tree at the door, dancing its branches in the cold wind. And under this old elm tree, there is still an eighty-year-old grandfather standing in place.

"Grandpa the village chief, don't look any further, the person is no longer there." Qin Han turned around and stood in place and said to the old man.

"Huh? The person is no longer there? The old man heard Qin Han's shout, turned around, and faced Qin Han.

"That's right! He's gone. Don't wait any longer, it's cold outside, be careful of getting cold. Qin Han walked to the old man's side and put the cradle on the ground. Then he supported the old man with his hand.

"Grandpa the village chief, where are you going?" Qin Han asked!

"You're going to give it to the old horse's head! It just so happens that I'm going to his house now. The old man was wearing a black coat, and his waist had been bent into a bow, and he was holding a worn cane in his hand and walked forward step by step.

Qin Han had already picked up the cradle from the ground, and while holding it with his hands, he was supporting the village chief's grandfather.

In this way, what was supposed to be a journey of only ten minutes became a journey of several hours.

One old and one young, the scene is particularly warm.

It was getting late, and the sunset had already appeared in front of the two of them. Under the sun's rays, the herbs in that cradle are blooming with their own brilliance.

In Qin Han's eyes, the village chief's grandfather is like his own grandfather, when he was a child, the village chief took care of the little boy, and when he grew up, the little boy began to take care of the village chief. Although they are not related to each other, in their hearts, they have regarded each other as their own relatives.

On the way to their destination, the two of them also met a lot of people, including children and adults. The enthusiastic Qin Han greeted them one by one.

This old man used to be great, but now, he has become like this.

"Old horse! Old horse! Come out, didn't you see me and Xiao Han coming? Why don't you greet it. The village chief's grandfather shouted loudly to the house in front of him.

"It's coming, it's coming." A simple word came from inside the room. But in these simple words, there are very different emotions.

"Grandpa Ma, I brought your medicine, come out and get it!" Qin Han put the cradle on the ground, and then supported the village chief's grandfather to sit on the stone beside him.

"Drink water?" Qin Han asked.

"No need, I'll leave in a moment." The old man shook his head and waved his hand again.

Qin Han also found a stone and sat down, quietly waiting for Grandpa Ma's arrival.

"This old man! Why haven't you come yet. The village chief's grandfather seemed to be a little impatient, and hurriedly urged.

"It's coming, it's coming." I saw an old man in a white shirt coming out of the house. "Did you come to me for something? It's nothing, it's just this kid's business. The village chief's grandfather looked at Qin Han.

"Huh?"

"This child's illness!" The old man emphasized again.

"Hey! Oh, yes! Why is this disease so weird? It's been cured for so long and it hasn't been cured. Grandpa Ma looked at Qin Han, and directly stretched out his hand and held down Qin Han.

"......" Qin Han didn't say anything, he did it directly, and stretched out his hand.

It is also strange to say, since Qin Han was born, he has had a strange disease, and it is the kind of disease that cannot be cured, it has been treated for so many years, and it is useless at all. Qin Han's father was also worried about this matter for a long time.

But I tried many methods, but it didn't work.

And tomorrow is the date of Qin Han's illness, Qin Han is nine years old this year, which means that this has happened nine times, and every time Qin Han has survived strongly, this year! Whether it can survive any longer is still a question.

If he can't, Qin Han will disappear from this world forever.

It's a matter of success or failure!

"Hey! What a poor child. The village chief's grandfather shook his head, looked at Qin Han again, and had an indescribable feeling in his heart, and touched Qin Han's head with his hand, "Child, you have to survive tomorrow no matter what!" ”

"Yes, get through."

"Good! Then I'll give it a try. Qin Han looked at the two old men, and his heart became extraordinarily confident.

"I'll go and make the medicinal herbs into medicinal juice, you can have a good chat with Xiao Han here!" Grandpa Ma picked up the cradle from the ground and walked into the house step by step.

"Kid! You've got to hold on. The village chief's grandfather patted Qin Han's shoulder affectionately and heavily.

"......" Qin Han didn't say anything, just looked at the old man quietly.

……

After returning home.

"Dad, what if I hold on to it tomorrow?" Qin Han looked at his father, looking at those big black and shiny eyes, wanting to get the answer he wanted from here.

"Don't worry." Qin Zhan slowly squatted down and stroked Qin Han's head with his calloused hands. "You're definitely not going to die, with me, you'll be able to survive."

"......" Qin Han's eyes were already wet with tears, and his eyes suddenly became extremely blurry, even his father could see it too clearly.

Qin Zhan gradually took off the black hat on his head, put it on Qin Han's head, and then wiped it on Qin Han's face with those rough hands.

Qin Han's face was nothing but tears.

"Don't cry! We're going to hold on, trust me, I'm going to help you get rid of the weird disease. ”

Outside the door, the bare old elm tree was still fluttering in the wind, and under the tree, a tender bud appeared, and the setting sun shone through the trunk of the old elm tree on the little seedling......