With Xie Qinglin's acquiescence, Jiang Yunyu brought the child back, and the mysterious assassin did not take his life away, I don't know if he didn't know about his existence at all, or if he moved his compassion at the last moment.

What a child!

After the child in Susu's family was brought out of prison, he was kept in the Jiang Mansion, and Jiang Yunyu personally took his hand and entered the gate of the Jiang family.

And he commanded his servants to take him to a bath, and to change him into clean clothes.

She didn't know what her psychology was, probably because she felt pity for him as lonely as herself.

"Wow, he's so pretty!" Lan Qian couldn't help but marvel when he saw the well-dressed child, and even wanted to pinch his snow-white face.

Why didn't you find this kid so good-looking before?

He Su is like a snow-white skin, but it is more ruddy than her, not as pale as her, her facial features are delicate and delicate, and her half-long hair is scattered, which makes her look even more indistinguishable between men and women; The dark eyes were especially large on that face, and his eyelashes were long and crow-like, casting a faint shadow on the face.

Lan Qian still stretched out her poisonous hand and kneaded his face for a while. If Jiang Yunyu hadn't opened her mouth to stop her, she didn't seem to want to let go

"By the way, miss, what's his name?"

Jiang Yunyu was stunned, she really didn't know what his name was, and Su Su had never mentioned it to him.

She crouched down, leaned close to him, and asked softly, "What's your name?" ”

He didn't speak, his big watery eyes blinking blankly. Jiang Yunyu was not discouraged, and kept coaxing softly.

After a while, he seemed to understand what she meant.

Grabbing her hand, he drew on his hand one by one.

Jiang Yunyu felt a little itchy at first, but the child's soft fingers brought an itchy touch, and realized that he seemed to be writing, so she concentrated on it.

As if she didn't understand, he deliberately drew it twice.

Lan, Pavilion.

Jiang Yunyu recognized that he was drawing these two words, was Lan Ting his name?

I don't know who gave it to him, but it looks like it's fragrant to read.

She thought, why didn't he speak and write this way? I knew that he was withdrawn by nature, and it was a bit cute to communicate with her in this way even though he didn't want to talk.

"Lan Ting, is it? You can call me sister. Who taught you to write, was it the aunt before? Jiang Yunyu couldn't suppress the joy in her heart.

Lan Ting looked at her without blinking, and nodded hesitantly for a while.

She should have been very happy, but she suddenly remembered that Su Su was an interracial woman, how could she write? I'm afraid that if he hadn't been by Jiang Zhu's side for many years and learned it by his ears and eyes, it was more likely that Jiang Zhu taught him to read, and with his father's person, this is not impossible......

His expression darkened in an instant.

Lan Qian knew that she remembered the sad thing again, and she couldn't bear it, so she interrupted her thoughts: "Is he really not feeling pain?" But he has so many injuries on his body, let's find a gentleman to take a look. ”

Dai Nong took people to the pharmacy and invited the old gentleman over in a sedan chair. The little boy carried the medicine box for him and followed.

His name is Huang Lian, the old gentleman's original meaning was to make him happy in suffering, to know the hardships and not to be pessimistic, how do you know that this kid seems to be crooked, baring his teeth all day long, and he is completely young and does not know sorrow.

This time he entered the Jiang Mansion for the first time, and he was really dazzled by the dazzling pavilions and pavilions, shouting all the way, the old gentleman thought he was embarrassed, and hated that he had to bring him.

This tactful and deep garden courtyard, with the careful construction of one step at a time, is the only one in the entire Tanyang, and the Jiang family is the only one.

The old gentleman first stared at Lan Ting for a long time, his face became more and more heavy, and then he held his wrist for a long time, and he didn't even open his mouth to ask about his symptoms, so he slowly closed his eyes and shook his head slowly.

Jiang Yunyu's heart was cold.

She knew that this old gentleman was a great doctor, and if even he was like this, then there was really no hope.

For a moment no one spoke, and silence spread through the room.

"His physical foundation is too bad, and the old man can't do anything about it." The old gentleman finally spoke, and he dragged out this sentence for a long time.

Then it was like water opening the floodgates, and the talk went on endlessly.

"What kind of sin is this, how can you toss your body into this ghost......

"The pulse is vain, the qi and blood are out of balance, and the five organs are exhausted......"

Every time he said a word, Jiang Yunyu's heart sank.

On the other hand, Lan Ting's face has always been indifferent, as if he is not talking about himself, but someone else.

As for the fact that Lan Ting didn't feel pain, he couldn't say why: "This disease is strange, the old man has been a doctor for 60 years, and he has never seen such symptoms. ”

He didn't seem to see Jiang Yunyu's gloomy face, "Miss, don't be too sad, take him back and take care of him, how many days can he live." ”

"If you can live for another twenty years, you will be blue eyes......"

"Alas, he is different from ordinary people, and I don't know if this medicine is useful if it is prescribed......"

After sending the old gentleman away, Lan Ting walked to Jiang Yunyu's side, quietly went over and grabbed her hand, and asked puzzledly, "Will I die?" Jiang Yunyu sat helplessly on the chair and fell silently into tears.

Lan Ting was still young, and he didn't understand what the concept of death was, but she knew, she knew that once people died, they lost contact with everyone in the world, and their souls floated alone between heaven and earth.

In fact, all the people who are sad are living people, and he himself has no feelings.