The old lady shook it a few times, and the old gentleman slowly opened his eyes. He looked at his wife, a little confused, and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Zhong Xian, don't sleep, let this little girl see you first." The old lady said to her wife with a smile.

"Good!" The old gentleman nodded, and then moved his gaze to Mu Beiwan. When he saw Mu Beiwan, he was slightly stunned and muttered: "Xue'er? ”

A 'Xue'er' made Mu Beiwan stunned for a moment, and the hand holding the golden needle paused slightly. If she remembers correctly, her mother seems to be called Nangong Feixue.

Could it be that this old man really has something to do with him? Or maybe it's your grandfather?

It's just that she hasn't seen her mother, not even a photo, so she doesn't know if she looks like her mother. Because Grandpa Mu and Grandma Mu have never said that she looks like her mother.

However, soon Mu Beiwan came back to his senses, looked at the old man with a smile, and said, "Old man, my surname is Mu, my name is Mu Beiwan, not Xue'er." ”

"It's not Cher!" The old man couldn't hide the disappointment in his heart, then slowly retracted his gaze and said, "Yes, how could it be Xue'er, she was killed by me." ”

As he spoke, the old gentleman became sad. That kind of sadness made Mu Beiwan also sad. She couldn't bear to see the old man sad and sad like this, shook the golden needle, and said: "Old man, the deceased has passed away, please mourn, you don't have to think about anything now, take care of your body first." Perhaps, when your body is well, there will be surprises waiting for you? ”

"Really? Will there really be a surprise waiting for me? The old gentleman looked at Mu Beiwan with a verifying face, wanting to get a positive answer.

He's lived so long, he's lived enough. But he still has a knot in his heart, and he has something to do, so he keeps dragging it out. Otherwise, he would have followed his daughter down long ago.

Because it was his decision that killed his daughter, he was sorry for her. If it weren't for knowing that his daughter had a child still alive in this world, how would he have survived until now?

Now, that kid is his only motivation to live.

"Yes, old sir, as long as your health is better, there will definitely be miracles."

The old gentleman looked at Mu Beiwan and suddenly said, "I don't ask for a miracle, I just want to find that child, that's all." ”

"Will find it." Mu Beiwan was sure on her face, she had roughly guessed that she was probably the child they were looking for.

"Little girl, I promise you. If I can find her, I will thank you very much. ”

"Old man, don't talk, I'll give you a needle."

The old gentleman glanced at Mu Beiwan and stopped talking, but there was a smile on his face. The old lady Nangong on the side looked at it, thinking in her heart that it would be good if Mu Beiwan was the person they were looking for.

Mu Beiwan gave the old gentleman eighteen stitches, and then stopped. It was not the first time that Zheng Yuan had seen Mu Bei's needle piercing in the evening, but he was still a little dazzled, because the speed at which she put the needle was too fast.

Mu Beiwan let the needle stay on the old gentleman's body for about ten minutes, and then got up. Then he prescribed another prescription, handed it to the old lady of Nangong, and explained: "Three bowls of water are fried into one bowl, once in the morning and once in the evening, and drink for a week." And when you drink medicine, eat something light. ”