Today the sky is cloudy, wet and cold.

Zhu Dongfeng's mood is not very good.

Anan drove the car and looked in the rearview mirror frequently, with a look of desire to speak, but he didn't dare to speak easily.

Zhu Dongfeng had keen senses, lowered his head and slowly arranged his gloves, and said in a deep voice: "If you have something to say, say it." ”

Anan looked in the rearview mirror again, and then said tentatively: "Sir, isn't it good for you to go back to visit the old lady empty-handed?" ”

Zhu Dongfeng didn't raise his head when he heard this, and said coldly: "He's not dead yet, it's even worse to buy a wreath now." ”

Anan choked and continued to risk being scolded and said, "Sir, why don't we buy him some of the old lady's favorite food." "It's not worth much. But no matter how bad it is, it's better than empty-handed.

Zhu Dongfeng sneered and glanced at him: "Do you know what he likes to eat?" ”

Anan stopped talking, but Zhu Dongfeng thought seriously for a while, and said with interest: "If he likes to eat arsenic, I would be happy to buy it for him." ”

Anan swallowed his saliva.

The car fell silent.

The car drove all the way to the old house of the Zhu family in the western suburbs, and Anan just parked the car outside the house, and another black car followed closely behind.

Zhu Dongfeng asked Anan to go and do what he should be busy with first, and then come to pick him up at noon, and then got out of the car.

He slowly buttoned the button of his coat, and looked at the door number hanging on the left side of the house, the word "Zhu Zhai" was vulgar and rigid, which really did not meet his aesthetics, and it was annoying to look at. He looked sideways at the man who had gotten out of the car.

"You got a call too?" The man said with a hot breath and a smile. After a pause, he felt that he was too much to ask: "Yes, you won't come back without a phone." ”

Zhu Dongfeng didn't care what he said, he just said: "Before dawn, I received a call from the fourth sister, saying that the old man had a heart attack recurrence at night. ”

"Oh. The fourth sister said that the old man is dying? ”

"Not really." Zhu Dongfeng said.

The man laughed twice, seeming a little disappointed, and he walked into the mansion with Zhu Dongfeng.

I wish the old house, but it is not the old house. In addition to the courtyard wall and the gate to retain the appearance of the past, every brick and tile inside has been extensively modified and repaired, there are pavilions and water pavilions, there are also flowers, birds and fish ponds, the scenery is beautiful, but it feels like it is long gone.

Of course, this is no different for Zhu Dongfeng.

At best, it just looks good.

He entered the living room, surrounded by a warm current.

The servant came up to take his coat off, he asked for a cup of coffee, and called out to the middle-aged woman who was on the phone, "Fourth sister." ”

Zhu Jinxiu looked at Zhu Dongfeng and the others happily, and put down the earpiece: "The eighth, the ninth!" ”

Zhu Lao Bazhu Haitao covered the corner of his mouth with his right hand, tilted his head and whispered: "I don't like this title." ”

Zhu Dongfeng echoed lightly: "Me too." ”

But after all, the two of them still stepped forward with a smile on their faces, wishing Jinxiu happy for a while, and a little angry: "Is it that as long as I don't say that my father is bad, none of you will enter the house?" ”

"Oh, don't wronged me! I just left home the day before yesterday. Zhu Haitao pointed at Zhu Dongfeng, "You better talk about him." He never stayed at home again after returning from abroad. ”

Zhu Jinxiu glared at him, and then glared at Zhu Dongfeng, but Zhu Dongfeng's temperament was cold when he was young, and although he was better when he grew up, he still didn't treat anyone close to him in his bones.

She sighed: "Forget it, I can't control you." ”

Zhu Haitao smiled and asked, "What about the old man?" ”

"I just fell asleep, and my mother was taking care of it. Haven't you met Dr. Zhao? He hadn't been gone for long. ”

To sleep means to be alive and well.

Zhu Dongfeng sat down on the sofa, said that he hadn't met, and asked Zhu Jinxiu: "What did Zhao Yuan say?" ”

Zhu Jinxiu was helpless: "This is also an old problem, what else can he say?" ”

It seems that the deadline has not yet come.

I wish Dongfeng a "tsk", and the mood is even worse.