Life is a Game

Jiang Feng carried a fruit basket and followed Zhang Guanghang into the inpatient department.

The fruit basket was just bought in a small shop outside the hospital. The flower basket was 288 yuan and the fruit basket was 268 yuan. The flower basket can be seen and eaten, and it will be simmered for two days. The fruit basket can be seen and eaten, and it can be eaten in one day.

Considering that Xia Muzhen is a materialist who is purely unpretentious, pragmatic and not exaggerated, and only loves money, Jiang Feng weighed more than ten seconds and picked a fruit basket that seemed to have the most weight.

The two old gentlemen watched beside them, and in their opinion, buying these things was futile, and going to the grocery market to buy two catties of fish maw and prawns was better than anything.

Xia Muzhen's ward is on the 19th floor. Zhang Guanghang ran to the hospital every day for a few days. He is already familiar with the terrain of the hospital. He led Jiang Feng and the others to the elevator door and other elevators.

After a minute, the elevator door opened.

A big-looking man with a very characteristic Jiang family looks nearly one meter nine, wearing an extra-large white coat and a mask, his hair is sparse and looks like the attending physician, holding a one-eight-eighth strong man and his wife The chick walked out of the elevator door.

Jiang Feng's four, including Zhang Guanghang, were at the elevator door.

Doctors these days ... are they all the style?

The big man put the chicks out, and the chickens panted as if they had escaped from the dead. On the one hand, they did not forget to die. The hard voice of the chickens trembled without threat and said: "I tell you, this is against the law, I want to To complain to you, I'm going to call the police. You are the family members of the ill-treated patients. I'm looking for a reporter. I want to expose your black heart hospital! "

"Violence? Illegal?" The big man patted his hand against the wall, and the wall made a muffled sound. "This patient's family, you just made a loud noise in the ward, which seriously affected the recovery and rest of other patients. I just You are politely invited out. You can go to monitor or complain to me, but— "

The big man patted the left shoulder of the chick gently, and the chick trembled.

"Please go and pay your dad's hospitalization fee first." The big man slaps another slap on the left shoulder of the chick.

The little chicken withstood the unbearable pain of life with two slaps, almost fell to the ground with a slap, but he was strong because he had more important things to do.

"What does the old man's hospitalization cost have to do with me? Your quack doctors know that money is needed every day. The hard-earned money of our people is squeezed out by you vampires. My dad took it in alone and was cured by you It looks okay and I want to pay the money, I am! "The little chicken jumped off the wall without seeing the counseling just now, filled with indignation and anxiety.

"Second Brother?" Jiang Feng yelled uncertainly after watching the show for a long time at the elevator entrance.

"This--brother? Grandpa? Grandpa!" Jiang Shouzhen was so flattered that ignoring a chicken on the spot could hold up a chick of a medical drama, "You even came to see me on purpose!"

Jiang Shouxi selectively did not see the flower basket on Jiang Feng's hand.

"Let's see Mr. Xia Lao." Jiang Fengdao said in his heart that his second cousin hadn't seen him for a few months. It was not easy to be an intern at the hospital and still have time to exercise.

"Hurry up, I'll go to you when I'm done with this. Which ward is Mr. Xia? Wait for us to eat together, grandpa. I'll take a break tonight to take you around Peiping City." Actually Jiang Shouzhen No one even knows Mr. Xia Lao, but if he has so much, lick it.

"1901." Zhang Guang Channel.

When I saw the two grandfathers, Jiang Shouzhen didn't have so much patience with the chick, and it was just as easy to drag him to leave the suitcase: "I just remind you about the payment, I think you have said it for so long I'll take you to tea after doing it. "

What a warm doctor-patient relationship!

Jiang Weiguo glanced at the chick that was dragged away, went into the elevator, and muttered, "Another unsuccessful son."

Jiang Feng :?

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Xia Muzhen's ward is a double room. The same ward is an 67-year-old old man named Zhao. His daughter is accompanying him and is cutting apples. Xia Muzhen is sitting next to the ward and is also peeling apples.

The facilities in the ward are quite complete, and both fathers are watching TV.

"Master." Zhang Guang Channel.

Xia Muzhen looked at them.

Jiang Feng was behind Zhang Guanghang, and he was startled when he saw Xia Muzhen's look. He didn't show it, and said, "Good grandpa Xia."

Xia Muzhen was thin and immature, with slack skin and aging spots on his hands. There were countless furrows on his face, his cheeks were sunken, and his eyes were sharp, like a tiger at sunset.

He really entered most of the ghost gates.

"You go and make them tea." Xia Muyi escorted to him.

Accompanying him to lay down the half-cut apple to make tea, Zhang Guanghang skillfully took the apple and cut it.

Jiang Feng silently put the fruit basket aside to make room for the two masters.

The bedside table next to Xia Mu's bed was empty, except for a black glass jar, except for a transparent glass bowl.

The two old men approached Xia Muyu, and everyone was silent, and the atmosphere was a little dignified.

"Master Three, Master Seven, I'm really sorry, you can't pick you up when you get back to Peiping, but I'm bothering you to come and see me." Xia Mu shouted, his voice hoarse.

The father and daughter next to the bed couldn't help but look at this side, the title of the young master is too dramatized.

"Xia Sheng, what are you talking about?" Jiang Weiming laughed. "We are all old."

Xia Sheng was the original name of Xia Muyi. He bought it from a trafficker, Chen Qiusheng. Xia Muyi later gave him the name. At first Xia Muyi was not used to the three-character name. He couldn't remember it. When someone asked him what he called, he said he was Xia Sheng.

Xia Muzhen was sold to a trafficker by his biological parents when he was 7 years old. Xia Mudi remembered that he had five older sisters. He was the son of his parents who burned incense every day and worshipped the Buddha. Regarding the treasure, the name of Xia Sheng was to hope that he could grow into a vigorous plant and grow healthy.

He now remembers that his parents knelt down and scratched their heads to ask the traffickers to accept it. Without money, they could only give him a bite to keep him alive. When he was sold, all of the five older sisters who were not married were starved to death, and those who were married were still alive or dead. Grandma hanged himself with a rope to give him a bite to eat, and his mother was starving to death. Now, when his mother gave him to the trafficker, he kept talking to him with a weak voice to make him obedient and let him live.

He didn't know where his hometown was. Before he was bought by Chen Qiusheng, he walked with everyone every day and kept walking. One loaf of bread a day could not be left behind. Once he fell behind, he would be left without starving to death. .

Before being bought by Chen Qiusheng, his life was only black.

Chen Qiusheng initially bought Xia Muyi, but just wanted to find a little older sister to accompany him to study with his only son. Xia Muyi called Chen Qiusheng's only son Master and Jiang Chengde's seven sons. Even after Chen Qiusheng raised Xia Muxun's feelings and discovered his cooking talents were adopted as adoptive sons and apprentices, Xia Muxun's appellation to Jiang Weiguo remained unchanged.

Xia Muyi thought that he had forgotten many things, and Taifeng Building only existed in the first two decades of his life. Those times were too good. They were one of the few colorful times in his life, so beautiful and even a little fuzzy.

But when he saw Jiang Weiguo and Jiang Weiming, those memories that he thought were fuzzy became clear again.

People of the same age as him, what he loves and what he hates are basically buried in the ground, and the king of the dark has begun to send imps to arrest him. He can still rest in the sun and see him before he dies. Old man.

It's worth it!

"You are old." Jiang Weiguo sighed.

"Of course I'm old. I'm going to be a monster when I'm not old or dead," Xia Mu shouted, looking at Jiang Feng. "Is that your little grandson?"

"Yes, my four grandsons are just a little bit angry." Jiang Wei State Road.

"I watched his game, good boy, good boy." At this time, Xia Muzhen was completely unlike the eccentric old man Zhang Guanghang said, but more like an amiable elder.

"Taifeng Tower ... when will it open?" Xia Muyi asked, his eyes shining brightly.

"It's just this time, you have to hold on to death, my third brother and I are waiting for you to cut the ribbon with us." Jiang Wei State Road.

Jiang Weiming smiled helplessly ~ www.readwn.com ~ I must support it, and Lord Yan should not drag me away when he comes! "

The **** came back with a pot of hot water and made a cup of tea for everyone, and said to Xia Mu: "Mr. Xia, I will not disturb you and your friends, I will sit outside."

Xia Muxi nodded.

Zhang Guanghang cut the sliced ​​apples into a glass bowl, took the toothpick from the cabinet, and said, "Master, I'll wash the fruits."

"Go ahead and put the jar over, or you'll run into it later," Xia Mu shouted.

"I'll come." Jiang Feng went to get the jar.

"Ding, get [a memory of Xia Muyi]."

Huh?

Jiang Feng subconsciously glanced at the jar in his hand, and for a moment thought of the ashes tube that Liu Xiuzhen held in her arms.

Put the jar on the cabinet and pushed it in to make sure there is no risk of falling down. Jiang Feng said, "I will also wash the fruit."

The three elders want to tell the story, so these younger generations should not bother.

As soon as Zhang Guanghang took the apple out, an enthusiastic nurse nurse came up and asked him if he wanted to help wash the fruit, and he ignored Jiang Feng behind him.

"No, I'll wash it with my friends." Zhang Guang Channel.

Miss Nurse said sweetly: "Mr. Zhang is so considerate, even the fruits are washed in person!"

Jiang Feng :? ? ?

Is this intimate? I can eat it myself!

"By the way, what was in that black jar just now?" Jiang Feng asked inadvertently.

"Ashes."

Jiang Feng had a meal, and she did not guess wrong, and asked, "Who's?"

"I don't know. Master has been putting that pot of ashes on the bedside all these years. It should be a very important acquaintance."

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