Home of Rebirth

The old gentleman had quite a lot of books, and Xia Yue was busy for more than two hours before tidying them up. There was nothing left in the room except for a few big boxes that were originally filled with books. In the end, there was only a small TV the size of The copper golden toad ornament, Xia Yue lifted it to the shelf and put it away in one breath, and when he retracted his hand, he couldn't help panting tiredly.

He wiped the sweat from his head, searched around for a while, found a wooden box and sat down, picked up the three-peat cigarette he had just put aside, opened it, took one in his mouth, and touched it. body, and found that he was not on fire now, so he raised his eyebrows at the old man: "give me a fire"

He knew that this old man was an old smoker, so he must have fire on him.

"Smoking at such a young age?" Luo Wenqing frowned slightly, but still handed over the matches in his pocket.

Xia Yue took it, opened it skillfully, lit a cigarette, and took a deep puff. The smell of the old-fashioned spicy cigarette rushed into his chest, and his nerves seemed to be in a trance for a moment, and then he spit it out slowly.

Xia Yue held the cigarette between his white and slender fingers, raised his head towards Luo Wenqing, and grinned: "I haven't smoked for a long time, I suddenly thought about it today"

As he spoke, he pushed back the two three-peat cigarettes on the side, and said, "I bought it for you. This cigarette will not be produced in the future. If you like it, I'll give it to you now." I’ll buy you a few more boxes for your preparation.”

After finishing speaking, Xia Yue clearly saw Luo Wenqing's eyes light up.

He chuckled. In his previous life, he was pressed by Meng Huaiyuan to give Luo Wenqing a pulse. That was because Meng Huaiyuan knew that the old man liked to smoke, so he specially asked someone to buy a few heavy nines for him.

After the old man lit one, he said with a smile: "I am more and more unwilling to smoke these good cigarettes now, and I always feel that they are not worth the three consecutive championships of the previous two yuan and five packs."

Luo Wenqing began to look at this handsome young man again. He didn't know anyone in this city, but when this young man came in, he talked to him with the attitude and eyes, as if they had known each other for more than ten years. He actually knew that he was willing to win three consecutive championships.

Coughing softly, these two cigarettes still had the upper hand, Luo Wenqing also reached out and lit a cigarette, and then, like Xia Yue, he found a wooden box and sat down, looked at him and asked, "You're a good boy, talk to me. Why are you so old-fashioned, tell me, what's wrong?"

"It's not me, it's my mother. There is something wrong with her heart. She has been drinking soup and medicine for the past few years, and she is doing well."

"Don't get angry if you have a heart attack. Since you are well-raised, your life must be going well." Luo Wenqing said with a smile, "It's rare for a child as old as you to be filial."

Xia Yue didn't speak, just smiled calmly, his lips and teeth still had the smell of tobacco, he had seen it in his previous life, he had smoked all kinds of cigarettes, but now he felt that it was really not as good as this box of [-] yuan for three consecutive championships Good pumping.

That day, Xia Yue left after smoking a cigarette. When he went out, he was blown away by the cold wind in late autumn, and he shrank his neck tremblingly.

He had already agreed with Luo Wenqing that he would bring his mother to test his pulse in two days, and then prescribe a prescription to take care of him.

This old Mr. Luo came from a family of traditional Chinese medicine. He studied in a medical university in his early years and had some knowledge of Western medicine. Needless to say, his medical skills are superb, but he is a bit weird.

In his previous life, when he saw Xia Yue for the first time, he frowned on the spot and said, "What is this man doing here? A dying man, I can't fight for my life with Lord Yan."

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Huaiyuan became furious, asking incessantly, "Why...what's the matter, what's wrong?"

"There's nothing wrong with it, just look at his eyes." At that time, Mr. Luo pointed at Xia Yue's nose, and sneered at Meng Huaiyuan: "The eyes are fiercer than ghosts. It doesn't look like longevity. Let’s keep it, how many years you can live count as a few years.”

In his previous life, he didn't say a word to Mr. Luo's words, but now that he thinks about it, this person is really strange.

Because not long after he finished speaking, he had an accident. He was seriously injured and unconscious and was pushed into the operating room. When he came out, several bones were broken, his internal organs were all on strike, and his face was disfigured. He looked like a ghost what.

Several critical illness notices came down for Meng Huaiyuan to sign, and even a doctor he knew gave a letter of approval, saying that this man might just die, so he should be prepared.

At that time, Meng Huaiyuan didn't believe it, so he asked someone to invite Mr. Luo over overnight.

Mr. Luo stood in front of the hospital bed, looked quietly at Xia Yue who was covered with tubes, then sighed and said, "Don't worry about it, this person's soul is not here anymore, now seeing you like this is suffering in my heart, let go quickly." let him go"

After finishing speaking, Meng Huaiyuan's face suddenly turned pale. On that night, he sat in front of Xia Yue's hospital bed all night, and finally unplugged the ventilator by himself while kissing Xia Yue's ugly face.

He was always reluctant to let Xia Yue suffer.