Chapter 1639 (2/2)
Before he knew it, the flickering candle in the room was already half burned. The old doctor glanced at the candle. Then he put the bamboo slips on the table beside him. LV Wei stretched himself lazily. At the same time, he whispered: ”it's already midnight. Well, today is the boy's birthday. It's time for me to prepare something.”
After stretching, the old doctor stroked his gray beard and moved his butt down from the chair.
Although the old doctor was old, he didn't forget it. After all, xiqiyu of Xiaohuang was a grandson's child to the old doctor.
No matter how the little emperor Xi Qiyu grew up, he was always a child. At this time of year, the old doctor would hang the red cloth on the door one day in advance at midnight. This year is the same. The old doctor wrote a message on the red cloth yesterday
When the old doctor found the red cloth, it was almost midnight. The old doctor coughed weakly twice. Today, he was different from usual. He knew very well that he was too old.
He is very glad to live till now, but he is not reconciled. After living so long, he has not yet seen the day when Nishikawa is completely independent. No one will be reconciled to him.
If you carefully calculate the age of the old doctor, I'm afraid he can't remember how long he has lived. But I have to say that the father of the little emperor Xi Qiyu, that is, the old emperor is the son of the old doctor
In Xichuan junior high school, the oldest person is the old doctor, but now, the old doctor feels that he has not a few days to live.
”Ah, this man has a bad memory when he is old. Tell me about me. I took a step, but I forgot to take the rope.” The old doctor murmured and sighed. After that, the old doctor put the red cloth on the seat, and then turned to the darkness.
By the afterglow of a candle, the old doctor found the rope placed in the bedroom. After getting the rope, he subconsciously looked at the empty bed.
At this time, the old doctor couldn't help thinking of Qin Yu.
For Qin Yu, the old doctor is not generally curious. He still remembers that when he examined Qin Yu before, the steel needle inserted into Qin Yu's acupoint was stabbed and bent by an inexplicable force.
”I don't know what happened to the boy now?” The old doctor sighed. Then he turned and walked to the living room.
Step on, step on
The sound of footsteps was not rapid, but rather dull. When the old doctor returned to the living room, he glanced at the red cloth on the tea table, and there was a trace of sadness in his eyes.