"The old tailor is no longer good..."

Qiao Yuan's words, Zhang Lan didn't listen carefully.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death, human nature, you... Condolences! ”

Zhang Lan squeezed out a few tears of grief, although she had never seen the old tailor, let alone knew what the old tailor looked like.

But Liu Meijuan has become like this, she can't be too happy!

"People can't do it anymore, but they're not dead yet! What are you talking nonsense?! ”

Old man Qiao's eyelids cramped when he looked at Zhang Lan.

Helplessly, Zhang Lan just didn't pick up his channel, and she didn't see half of it.

"Master, his old man was fine some time ago, but when we see each other again today, it won't work, there must be a problem!"

"Song Ning, auntie, please help my master to take a look..."

Liu Meijuan looked at Song Ning beggingly.

In the morning, the old tailor brought a message that the old tailor missed her and asked her to come and get together.

She immediately packed up her things and rushed over with her family, only to find that the master was no good...

Liu Meijuan has a deep affection for the old tailor.

She died when she was a child, and after her father married her stepmother, there was no place for her in the family.

It was the old tailor who saw that she was pitiful, and called her to help in the shop, and gave him a hand.

Although the salary was not much, it did not make her hungry, and she studied for a few years.

Later, when she didn't have to read, she learned the craft of tailoring clothes from the old tailor, and occasionally sewed a few clothes to support herself.

The old tailor may not be her father, but he was also more like her father.

After Liu Meijuan married Qiao Yuan, she almost never walked with her mother's family, but she has always walked with the old tailor.

The old tailor also called them over for a meal every now and then, gave her a few jobs, and supplemented their family.

Liu Meijuan thought that the old tailor would get sick one day, but she didn't expect him to get sick so suddenly...

"It's... When people get old, they get sick, how can they put on false things at any time..."

Zhang Lan resisted Qiao Yuan's pressure and held down Liu Meijuan's hand.

"Our Song Ning is not omnipotent, this... The dying man... What can Song Ning do? ”

"I advise you to send the old man to the hospital as soon as possible! Don't delay any longer..."

"Auntie... My master is evil! Right! It's evil..."

Liu Meijuan grabbed Song Ning's clothes alive and didn't let go, "My master is sick this time, you just let Song Ning go with me to see..."

Zhang Lan looked at Liu Meijuan with an embarrassed expression, "This..."

"Qiao Bo just received a call from the troops, asking him to return to the team immediately, and Song Ning is going to follow..."

"Why don't you take a look at someone else?"

"Liu Daxian from our village... The ability of a body is not small, you look for him to see! ”

An old man who is about to die of illness, how dare Zhang Lan let Song Ning get wet!

In case Song Ning dies when he passes, whose responsibility is this?

Don't fool them!

"This..."

Speaking of which, Liu Meijuan just heard Zhang Lan's refusal.

She panicked, the old tailor's illness was like a steel needle nailed to her spirit, and she felt uncomfortable in her heart.

Qiao Yuan held Liu Meijuan's shoulder, patted her right hand gently, and comforted her silently.

"Sister-in-law... Are you leaving? ”

Qiao Erbao looked at Song Ning with some reluctance, although Song Ning was not very old, she knew a lot and was powerful.

has long become Qiao Erbao's idol, and now when he heard that the idol was leaving, he was suddenly a little reluctant.

After all, he and the old tailor are separated by more than two floors, and he can't empathize with his mother's feelings.

Therefore, he was very open to the life and death of the old tailor.

"I can go with you to see..."

Song Ning looked at the top of Liu Meijuan's head and groaned for a long time, and suddenly spoke.

"Great..."

Liu Meijuan looked at Song Ning gratefully.

"Song Ning?"

Chopper frowned, he thought the same thing as his mother, it was better to have less of it.

"You go first, you take everything on the table in the house..."

Song Ning glanced at Qiao Bo soothingly, "I'll stay at home for two more days..."

"No way!"

How can Qiao Bo rest assured that Song Ning will go on the road by himself.

In these years, the road is very unsafe, and it is often heard that someone has been abducted by a kidnapper, and someone has been beaten to death...

Qiao Bo entered Song Ning in the first generation, and the whole person was not good.

"Peace of mind! If you run into me, you may not know who is in trouble! ”

Song Ning has made up her mind, in the matter of Qiao Ran, she owes something to Qiao Erbao's family, and she must help this time.

Song Ning waved at Qiao Bo and motioned for him to go back to the house and pack his things.

Qiao Bo had no way to take Song Ning at all.

Don't look at Song Ning, she is usually very talkative, but once she decides something, she will be very good!

The troops were in a hurry, and Qiao Bo couldn't delay at home.

He raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows, and the irritability in his heart made him feel at ease.

Song Ning glanced at Qiao Bo and patted Liu Meijuan's hand.

"Your master's affairs are in a hurry, you can relax in the courtyard for a while..."

"I'm going to help Jobo pack some clothes!"

"It should be! You go get busy first..."

Liu Meijuan knew that she was abrupt just now, and she was a little embarrassed at this time.

Song Ning smiled and pulled Qiao Bo's arm into the house.

"Don't worry! I'll take care of myself..."

As soon as she entered the house, Song Ning plunged into Qiao Bo's arms.

"You go on a mission, and I have nothing to give you, No..."

Song Ning took down her chin and nodded at the talismans on the table, "You take all these talismans, it's also a thought..."

Qiao Bo couldn't cry or laugh, "How can anyone think about this talisman..."

"I didn't have it before, but I don't have it now!"

Song Ning raised her chin as a matter of course.

"I heard that when your troops go back from visiting relatives, they have to bring some souvenirs to their comrades..."

"You're in a hurry to leave this time, and you haven't prepared anything..."

Song Ning touched her chin and thought for a while, "There you have it!" ”

"Our family is poor, although we can't afford to buy any local products, but we have talismans!"

"You can take these talismans and give them a point, and use them as a souvenir for the time being!"

Song Ning waved her hand magnificently, as if to say, they are all worthless things, everyone can use them casually...

Qiao Bo was completely stunned by Song Ning's logic.

Have you ever seen whose souvenir is a talisman?

Or is it such a good talisman?

Qiao Bo looked at the palm-thick talisman on the table, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Fortune charms, transfer charms, fortune charms...

Does Song Ning want the soldiers in the army to pick up a few pieces of gold by the way on a mission?

This picture is so beautiful that Qiao Bo can't even think about it.

Song Ning said that what is more popular than giving gifts like this!

"But..."

Song Ning pinched her small chin, "If that's the case, the talisman on the table won't be suitable..."

"Peace charms and evil charms should be prepared..."

"You pack up your things first, I'll draw now, soon..."

Song Ning rolled up her sleeves and said just do it, pushed Qiao Bo away and walked to the table.

"Still don't..."

Qiao Bo's eyes quickly stopped Song Ning's slender waist.

"These are all painted by you, I'm afraid they don't cherish your heart..."

Why is my daughter-in-law's brain circuit always so strange?

"Souvenir talisman"?!

It's a shame that she can figure it out!

"That's right..."

Song Ning nodded her head in agreement.

These talismans cost her a lot of spiritual power, as well as the blessings of merit.

It's really angry to give it to someone casually, and then meet someone who doesn't know how to cherish it.