Carrying the thermos bag and walking lightly to the old man's bed, seeing the old man coughing lightly twice in his sleep and then falling asleep again, Luo Yi put down the thermos bag and sorted out the quilt with confidence, she looked up and looked around the house, and decided to clean the house inside and outside carefully.

Thinking so, she immediately took off her tweed jacket, found a rag and walked out of the room.

Just do it has always been her style and motto.

After a few moments, she returned to the house with a small basin. Pulling the rag out of the water and wringing it half-dry, she began to carefully wipe down all the tables and chairs in the room before putting them back in place.

An hour later, she had wiped everything she could in the room. So, she picked up the delicate Guanyin broom again to sweep away the little dust on the ground.

This time, it took her 15 minutes to get a spotless place. Looking at the clean room, and then at the old man who was still sleeping peacefully, she brought the small basin to the door, and gently closed the door, and carefully cleaned the other rooms.

Another hour passed, and the house was all in order and clean by her.

Smiling with satisfaction, she pulled up the sleeves of her pale yellow knitted sweater and began to clean up the house again.

Taking out a big broom from the utility room, she swept out of the small courtyard from the front of the house, and swept away the fallen leaves scattered all over the ground, even the small puddles formed by yesterday's rain.

Time slipped quietly through her busyness, and by the time she put down her broom and straightened up, it was close to 11 o'clock in the afternoon.

While she was cleaning up, the old man only woke up in a daze twice, both times after coughing and drinking some warm water, and the old man fell asleep in a daze.

Wiping away the small beads of sweat from her forehead with her hands, Luo Yi came to the kitchen, she scrubbed the rag and dried it, before uncovering the clay pot she used to cook porridge yesterday.

There was still a small half pot of lily yam porridge in the clay pot, and she estimated that the old man might have only drunk a small half bowl at night last night, so there was still some porridge in the pot that he hadn't finished drinking.

It's just right, and after a while, it can be her lunch.

Hooking the corners of her lips, she turned on the natural gas to medium heat, picked up the spoon and stirred the porridge in the pot a few times, then stretched her hands and turned her somewhat sore waist a few times.

After a few circles from side to side, she felt the pain soothe and relax a little before putting her hands down. As her hand fell, the Anfu silver bracelet she was wearing on her left hand slid to her wrist as she lowered her arm, and a golden light flashed quickly on the silver bracelet.

Blinking suspiciously, Roy raised his hand and put it in front of him.

How can a silver bracelet have a golden light?

Spinning the silvery-white spiral pattern in her hand, she found that no matter how she turned, the golden dazzling light no longer appeared.

Could it be that you are dazzled?

Unbelievingly, she spun around several times, she looked up at the light that was on, and the light emitted by the light was white, and when she looked down, she looked at the bracelet, which was also silver-white.

It's all silver...

She frowned in bewilderment, she couldn't think of a reason for a while.

After thinking about it for a while, she could only attribute such a sudden flash of golden light to the special light that happened to be refracted at a certain angle under the reflection of the light.

The corners of her lips curled slightly, and she nodded in satisfaction with the answer she had found.

At this moment, the clay pot heated on the stove made a sizzling sound, white smoke rose from the lid, and the porridge in the pot boiled.

Luo Yi hurriedly reached out to turn off the gas, and she smiled lightly and turned back to the old man's house.

At this moment, the old man lying on the bed had woken up, she looked at her hand as if she was thinking about something, and when she saw Luo Yi who pushed the door in, she tightened the hand in front of her, and then put it back in the quilt, and the corner of her mouth immediately showed a loving smile.

"Luo girl."

The old man's weak voice was so hoarse that it was impossible to hear what she was saying if you didn't listen carefully.

"Grandma Yun, are you awake? Hungry or not? Or do you want to drink some water first? ”

As soon as he saw the old man wake up, Luo Yi walked over in three steps and two steps, and helped the old man who wanted to sit up to lean against the head of the bed.

"Pour me a glass of water."

The old man coughed lightly, and she pointed to her parched throat.

"Okay, I'll pour you water."

Stuffing the pillow between the old man's back and the head of the bed, Luo Yi hurriedly left to pour water.

Looking at her petite back, the old man hid what he was holding in his hand in the sheet under the pillow.

"Grandma Yun, drink slowly."

Bringing warm boiling water close to the old man's mouth, Luo Yi carefully advised.

Watching the old man slowly drink the water from the cup, she opened the insulated bag on the table after putting the cup down.

"Grandma Yun, this is the minced meat porridge that my mother cooked for you, as well as the soft bread you like."

Pouring the still hot porridge into the clay bowl, she picked up the bowl and handed the spoon to the old man's mouth.

"Well, it's good, it's delicious."

Drinking the porridge from the spoon into his mouth, the old man smacked his mouth and praised.

"If it's delicious, eat more."

Luo Yi smiled lightly and put the spoon close to the old man's mouth, softly coaxing the old man to eat more.

Drinking the porridge from the spoon again, the old man smiled and nodded.

In this way, the minced meat porridge in the pottery bowl was fed into the old man's mouth spoonful by spoonful, and before he knew it, a bowl of minced meat porridge that was eight points full of was drunk.

After the old man shook his head and refused to add porridge, Luo Yi tore off a small piece of soft bread and handed it over.

"Okay, Grandma Bread Yun can eat by herself, you can also go eat first."

Knowing that this girl would not eat alone first, the old man reached out to take the bread and urged her.

"Okay, the hot water is here, you can drink a little bit of bread."

Putting the rest of the minced porridge back into the insulated bag, Luo Yi went to the kitchen to drink her lily yam porridge.

While she was drinking porridge, Liang Miaoyi had already eaten lunch to see the old man.

After saying hello to Luo Yi in the kitchen, she came to the house to look at the old man, after making sure that the old man's mental state was very good, and after drinking a bowl of porridge and a small half of bread, Liang Miaoyi was very happy to let the old man eat the medicine, and began to play the old man's favorite Peking Opera - Farewell My Concubine.

Listening to the famous drama that you won't get bored no matter how you listen to it, the old man shook his head slightly and quickly became addicted to it.

Exiting the house, Liang Miaoyi came to the kitchen to chat with Luo Yi, and when they returned to the house together, the old man was a little drowsy again.

They carefully put the old man back on the bed, covered the old man with the quilt, and turned down the volume of the overlord Farewell Concubine who was playing, before walking out of the door together.

The two came outside the house, and at Luo Yi's insistence, Liang Miaoyi promised to go home first, and she would come back after dinner.

Seeing off Liang Miaoyi, Luo Yi returned to the house, she half-lay down on the chaise longue by the windowsill, and soon fell asleep with the babbling Peking Opera.

I don't know how long later, she woke up to the sound of the old man's cough, hurried over to check if the old man was unwell, and only after seeing that the old man was okay did she go back to the chaise longue and close her eyes to recuperate.

After about half an hour, she opened her eyes and took out her mobile phone to see that it was already more than 3 o'clock in the afternoon.

Dinner hasn't been settled yet, so why don't you go and buy the ingredients now?

Standing up from the chaise longue, she went over to check on the old man again before putting on her tweed coat and walking out the door.

Outside, at some point, there was a lingering drizzle, because she didn't bring an umbrella when she went out in the morning, so she went to the old man's utility room and found an oil-paper umbrella full of nostalgia.

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