"You don't have to eat, do you?"

The old man known as Lao Ding looked reluctant, "Why don't you go eat, I'm not hungry, I'll just watch them move pots here!" ”

The air here is unusually good, it is very comfortable to stay, and he is not very hungry, and he really doesn't want to go over to eat.

The other old people were also reluctant, and when they heard what the old man said, they couldn't help but nod their heads in agreement.

Sima Yuan smiled and said, "You don't eat? Don't regret it, don't blame me for not reminding you. ”

"Sima, what do you mean by that?"

An old man was puzzled, "Could it be that there is any mystery in this dinner?" ”

"You'll know if you eat it." Sima Yuan said a word and walked outside the flower room.

Actually, he doesn't know, he's also confused, okay?

His youngest grandson, Sima Xilou, is well-known at home, but he still praises the food here, and even Li Shanhe said so, so he was puzzled.

Several old men thought about it, and they all smiled and followed Sima Yuan to the main courtyard.

Anyway, the azalea can't fly, so they want to see which play Sima Yuan is singing.

At this time, Bo Junxiao was already waiting for these old people in the main courtyard.

Except for Sima Yuan, some of these people saw Bo Junxiao for the first time, and when they saw Bo Junxiao, a trace of obvious surprise flashed in their eyes.

Who doesn't know that Bo Junxiao, the eldest grandson of the Bo family in Kyoto, is notoriously violent and unrestrained, with an uncertain temperament, and is the waste son of the family.

Who knows that when he speaks like this, not only his attitude is graceful and generous, but his words are also extremely crisp and clear, although he does not say much, he is more knowledgeable and talented in his speech, and his eyebrows and eyes are temperamental.

All the old people are celebrities in different circles in Kyoto, and everyone is a person who is transparent about the world, and when you think about the things about Mrs. Bo of the Bo family, what else do you not understand?

For a while, these people had a number in their hearts.

No wonder the Sima family is different from others, Sima Xilou can get so close to Bo Junxiao...... It seems that Sima Yuan also treats Bo Junxiao differently.

"How's the old man?"

Sima Yuan was the first to ask about Old Man Bo.

"It's okay," Bo Junxiao said with a solemn expression, and glanced at Yan Mu as he spoke, "Grandpa is in the flower room, Xiao Mu went to invite grandpa over." ”

"No, don't alarm the old man, let's go to the flower room to meet the old man!" Sima Yuan hurriedly said, "Just visit your flower room too." ”

Bo Junxiao smiled and nodded.

At the mention of Old Man Bo, these old men were a little excited and apprehensive.

After all, Old Man Bo's previous identity put a lot of pressure on them, especially when they thought that a character like Old Man Bo was seriously ill, that kind of sadness and sigh couldn't help but hide deep in their eyes.

Alzheimer's disease is well understood, everyone knows it, this disease is ...... No cure!

I have long heard that Old Man Bo is very sick, and these people are mentally prepared.

"Grandpa Bo,"

Yan Mu arrived at the flower room, walked to Old Man Bo and held his hand quietly, "A few old gentlemen have come to see you!" ”

As she spoke, she condensed her mind and poured a steady stream of aura into Old Man Bo's body.

Old Man Bo felt very comfortable, not only did he not make trouble, but he also looked very energetic.

The few old people who came in didn't care about the surprisingly pure and comfortable atmosphere in the flower room, and they were all shocked by the spirit of Old Man Bo first.

The face is ruddy, and the age spots on the skin seem to be less obvious, and a pair of eyes also look embarrassed...... Is this really the rumored and critically ill old man Bo?

"Hello, old man!"

Several elderly people, regardless of their age, came to say hello very respectfully.

"You...... Hello ......"

Old Man Bo spoke slowly, but his voice was surprisingly clear, "Hello...... All right! ”