Leaving the hospital, Qiao Yu still looked like he was out of his mind.

She sat in the car, her mind full of today's events, and by the time she came to her senses, the car had already driven down a remote road, which was not the way home.

"Where are we going?" Qiao Yu asked.

"Go see someone."

Xiao Tu's voice was low and shallow, with reassuring power.

The car drove into a quiet bamboo forest, and after circling on the quiet path for a while, a house loomed.

The house stands halfway up the mountain, hidden by a bamboo forest, like a reclusive high-ranking person in a TV series.

The car stopped at the door, and a middle-aged woman walked out and bent towards Xiao Tu and Qiao Yu.

"Mr. Xiao, Miss Qiao, Mrs. is already waiting for you inside."

Qiao Yu didn't know what this place was about, but he saw that the middle-aged woman had a good temperament, so he also responded to the other party seriously.

She and Xiao Tu, led by the woman, bypassed the winding path and led them into the house.

"Hang up next time you call!"

An old voice suddenly exploded, and Qiao Yu paused.

The woman's face did not change, she stepped forward and knocked on the door, and said calmly: "Madam, Mr. Xiao Tu is here."

The voice was silent for a while, and when it sounded again, it was much kinder than before, but still with a touch of stiffness: "Come in."

After the woman got the answer, she stretched out her hand and pushed the door open, Qiao Yu couldn't help but look up, her eyes looked past the woman, and looked inside.

The facilities inside were simple and warm, and an old man walked out on crutches in the depths.

"Here we are."

Xiao Tu snorted and said softly, "Master."

"Come with me." The old man walked over, paused when he passed Qiao Yu, and his gaze at Xiao Tu became no longer hard, and even had a touch of other meaning.

"Let's go." Xiao Tu whispered and took Qiao Yu's hand.

The warm palm wrapped around her, Qiao Yu squeezed out a smile and followed him out.

Although the old man's legs and feet were inconvenient, he was not ambiguous at all when he walked, and Qiao Yu didn't feel the slightest need to slow down and wait for the old man.

They came to a place that resembled an ancestral hall, and the old man lit incense, inserted it on the lowest spiritual seat, bowed, and then was helped up by the butler and stepped aside.

"Stinky boy, I haven't come to see your master for so many years, I will be fragrant later, remember to kowtow twice."

Xiao Tu lowered his eyes, took the incense with his slender fingers, lit it, and white smoke rose in a curling manner.

He knelt in front of Master's mourning hall, his back still tense and straight as he got up.

Qiao Yu took a step forward, also took incense, and knelt next to Xiao Tu.

The man looked sideways at her.

Qiao Yu gave the other party a smile back, and then kowtowed reverently.

There was a hint of appreciation in the old man's eyes.

After worshipping the master, the old man was supported by the housekeeper and walked out, saying as he walked: "There are more kinds of bamboo in the yard, your master liked this thing when he was alive, and it was planted all over the yard, I used to scold him for being stupid, but now I have planted so much for him, he can't come to see it."

Xiao Tu stepped forward and took the old man from the butler's hand, he was slender, holding the old man's arm, and his tall body was slightly bent.

"He can see it all." Xiao Tu said softly.

The old man nodded, her face was gone, and when she smiled, she was like an ordinary old man, with kindness and a smile in her eyebrows.

"You are used to coaxing people, just like your master, flamboyant."

"Master, Master loves you."

Xiao Tu said, but suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Qiao Yu.

Qiao Yu looked at him and was stunned for a moment.

"How old are you and don't love it, speaking of this ......"

"Who are you?"

The old man looked at Qiao Yu with a knowingly teasing look in his eyes.

Qiao Yu followed the old man on the other side of the old man as early as when Xiao Tu went up to help the old man, and was originally listening to them silently, listening to the problem transfer to himself, and was immediately stunned.

It sounds like Xiao Tu has a good relationship with the old man, but Xiao Tu didn't take the initiative to tell the old man his identity, wouldn't it be inappropriate for her to say it?

Qiao Yu was still thinking about how to speak, Xiao Tu seemed to see her entanglement, and relieved her: "She is my wife, her name is Qiao Yu."

The old man turned his head and glared at him: "I asked the girl, what are you talking about?"

Xiao Tu lowered his eyes: "I say a lot."

The old man looked at Qiao Yu again, patted her hand and said, "Although I don't know what kind of rhetoric this kid used to deceive you, as long as he bullies you, you will come and tell your wife, and your mother will teach him a lesson for you."

The old man's sudden trick almost overwhelmed Qiao Yu, she subconsciously looked at Xiao Tu, and saw that he gave her a reassuring look, so she smiled at the old man and said obediently: "Master, don't worry, Ah Tu is very good to me."

"That's good, that's good." My wife smiled.

The three of them were walking on the quiet path, and Xiao Tu suddenly said, "I heard who you said you were going to hang up just now, what happened?"

When the master heard this, her face changed suddenly: "Don't mention it!" It's all the mess of your master's life, and now that he's dead, it's all thrown to me! ”

"Mess?" Xiao Tu repeated.

When he said this, his tone suddenly became cold, as if as long as the master said who the troublemaker was, the next second that person would be thrown into the river to feed the fish.

"Yes! I told them that I didn't see anyone, they just didn't understand, and I called home two times in three days, and my blood pressure was more than a little high in the past two days! ”

This is not only Qiao Yu, but even Xiao Tu's eyes have a trace of confusion.

They thought left and right, but they never thought that it would be such a "mess".

"Isn't it nice that someone came to give a pennant to express their gratitude?" Qiao Yu asked.

"What's good, it's good to disturb my old man's clean!"

Qiao Yuren couldn't help laughing, and Xiao Tu also had a smile in his eyes.

"If you feel noisy, you can ask them to send something to me and I'll keep it for you."

The old man narrowed his eyes and snorted, "Stinky boy, don't think I don't know what you're thinking." I'll give you all the flags and enjoy the flowers and applause. You!"

Obviously, this was not the case, Xiao Tu did not make any rebuttal, but just quietly listened to the old man's reprimand.

After speaking, the old man said with emotion: "When will you grow up, your master has a spirit in the sky, so you don't have to die to worry about you."

Xiao Tu's voice was shallow: "His old man can rest in peace."

"Come on," the old man squinted at him, "just your straight temper, don't think I don't know." Didn't you force a patient to operate on a patient against the wishes of your family? How many times has your master given you a beating, and how many times has he vouched for you with his reputation?"

"After so many years, although you haven't come back, I know that you must still be the same stinky person in the hospital."