Seeing this, the two young men hurriedly got up, refused to shirk several times, and refused to accept anything.

Lin Wanqing didn't speak, just sat with a relieved smile on her face, there were many things in the smile, but the most was tired.

"This jade flute...... Do you still have it?" Suddenly, out of the corner of Lin Wanqing's eyes, he saw the two jade flutes on the medicine cabinet, because the material was already excellent, coupled with the excellent maintenance of the ink dust, and now it still faintly emitted the green light of jade, but after all, it was still not as bright as before.

"yes...... In the past, when the mood came, I would play a small song, but now I am a little weak. Mo Chen couldn't give away the money, so he didn't force it anymore, and after returning to his seat and sitting down, he sighed and smiled.

Lin Wanqing looked at the two jade flutes, looked at them, and suddenly smiled.

"It's been a long time since I've given my uncle a flute, I'll buy you a new one when I go back, and by the way, call a troupe to come over and sing some little songs that my uncle likes. ”

"No, it's too much work, and you're busy. Mo Chen hurriedly waved his hand.

"Uncle is laughing, what are I busy with at this age, after all, the whole child has reached the age when it is time to be in charge, and I have nothing to do. Lin Wanqing sighed with emotion.

The two chatted for a long time, until the light of the crimson moon became colder and colder, and Lin Wanqing took her son and daughter-in-law back to Zhong's house in a sedan chair.

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In the blink of an eye, another thirty years have passed......

The people of the town came and went, new houses were built, and it seemed to be regarded as some kind of key development area, and the flow of people gradually increased.

However, Mochen's medical hall is getting older and older, and he has found someone to repair it a few times, but the main frame can't be repaired, so that's it.

At the same time, he is getting older.

Gray hair, hunchback, wrinkles, cloudy eyes, all the symptoms of aging appeared in him, and the only thing that was okay was probably only that memory.

Seeing this, some townspeople who were often taken care of by Mochen wanted to scrape together money to help completely rebuild the medical hall, or simply choose a new location for Mochen.

But they were all politely rejected by Mochen one by one.

Ink Chen's daily life remained the same, getting up in the morning when the crimson moon was dim and opening the door, until the crimson light shone again on the earth at night.

There is never a shortage of excitement in the medical hall, and children like to run to Mochen, because there are some puppet puppets that mark the acupuncture points of the human body, which are played with as toys by children.

Mochen didn't care about those children, he was happy anyway.

Sometimes, when he was more leisurely, he would blow the jade flute with a jade flute, looking at the children playing in the backyard, and the wrinkles on his face slowly stretched with the smile.

He thought life would go on like this.

But one day, he heard the townspeople say that the entire mobile city had passed through a dead land, causing a large number of residents to be infected with the plague, and the Zhong family in the neighboring town was one of them.

The plague was very severe, and the head of the Zhong family first spread the news that he had died, and then the Zhong family died, and they fled, and the only old lady was nowhere to be found.

Mo Chen hurriedly paid someone to drive the ox cart to take him, but by the time he arrived, the Zhong family was already empty, and there was no one left.

Reluctantly returned to the hospital, Mochen asked around for news of the Zhong family, but there was no more news.

Until a year later......

On his way back from going to the market to buy vegetables, he met a rich boy surnamed Han again.

After the two nodded their heads, this time Han Gongzi took Mo Chen's hand and led him to a street corner.

There, Mochen saw Lin Wanqing sitting on the stone steps on the side of the street.

She was wearing a very shabby padded jacket, her body was very dirty, and her hair and face and hands were covered with thick dirt.

The face is also very bad, it is the abnormal sallow and pale.

"Uncle Mo...... Han Gongzi ......"

Lin Wanqing also looked up and saw Mochen and Han Gongzi.

"Why are you here?" Mo Chen dropped the food and hurriedly helped her to the infirmary with Han Gongzi.

Lin Wanqing had a lot of blisters on her body, and she didn't know how long she had been sick.

Mochen asked someone to clean her body, change her clothes, and then personally prepared medicinal soup for her and fed her every day.

Unexpectedly, Han Gongzi would also come over to see Lin Wanqing every day.

Although I don't know what the relationship between this Han Gongzi and Lin Wanqing is, Han Gongzi comes over every day to help take care of him and not make a mess, so Mo Chen doesn't care, and even gratitude.

But after a few days, Lin Wanqing's body is still getting worse.

The illness on her body is only secondary, the real reason is that the age is up, and the life span is over, unless there is an anti-heaven elixir to increase the number of life, no matter how good the medical skills are, it will be in vain.

She is very old and has experienced too many ups and downs, and it is a miracle that she has survived until now.

barely lasted for about a month, Lin Wanqing's breath became weaker and weaker, and she was really coming to an end.

"Uncle, Han Gongzi, you say, what are people living for in this life?" Under the crimson moonlight, she was wearing the new clothes that Mo Chen bought for her, and her expression was indifferent.

"For what?" I don't know...... Mo Chen smiled, "I just thought, since God has let us survive, let's live well, and it won't be in vain to come to this world." ”

"What Daoyou said is reasonable. Han Gongzi laughed.

"So that's what you think. Lin Wanqing also smiled, "In order to be able to live well, I feel that I have done my best." ”

"Fortunately, I didn't feel sorry for the Zhong family, I didn't feel sorry for my father...... I want to open it...... In my life, I have not been sorry for anyone. ”

Lin Wanqing held Mo Chen's hand tightly, lay on her back on the hospital bed, and suddenly looked at the medicine cabinet, the three jade flutes were still intact, and she burst into tears for a while.

The scene in front of her suddenly passed by like a horse, and she still remembered that when she was a child, she held her brother's hand and ran in and out of the backyard of the hospital, and the windmill in her hand turned so beautifully......

"Uncle...... Uncle ......"

"Sleep, sleep, you've done well enough, uncle is proud of you. Mo Chen held her hand tightly, and his eyes couldn't help but moisten.

Yes, she didn't feel sorry for anyone, the only one who failed was herself.

Lin Wanqing's thin hands trembled slightly, and her strength became smaller and smaller......

It wasn't until a few breaths later that she breathed a sigh of relief, her pupils completely dilated, her whole person stiffened, and her hand suddenly let go......

Mo Chen sat silently on the side, closing her eyes for her.

He looked at Han Gongzi on the side and sighed.

"It's okay, I'll make her happy. After saying this, Han Gongzi left.

Mo Chen didn't pay attention to the strange words of this cold boy, he was too sad and babbling.

Lin Wanqing's funeral was empty, the plague had already made her lose all her relatives, Mo Chen just bought a coffin, found someone to make a simple cemetery, and buried it.