Cuiyu Hutong

Jiang Mo didn't turn his head around for a while, and opened his mouth and let out a cry.His mind was like a lump of paste, and he didn't mix it well for a long time.

What does it mean that Zhou Lianfeng has no relatives?

He didn't want to ask before, but this time, he suddenly wanted to ask.

He licked his lips, quietly raised his eyes to look at Zhou Lianfeng.However, Zhou Lianfeng suddenly looked a little weird, and stretched out his hand to rub Jiang Mo's hair violently: "My father went in, and my mother... died."

Jiang Mo froze in place for a moment, and even let go of the small cart that he was holding tightly in his hand.He was suddenly at a loss, he looked at Zhou Lianfeng in front of him——

If it was him in high school, he would definitely rush up to give Zhou Lianfeng a big hug.Then told Zhou Lianfeng: "Don't be sad, you still have me."

But the current him, after six years of baptism, his old uncle's illness and his emphasis on family affection.He knew that no one could replace his parents, even... his former lover.

Jiang Mo sighed silently, put his hand on Zhou Lianfeng's back, and patted Zhou Lianfeng lightly and distantly: "Then you, go to the hospital with me."

The old uncle woke up very quickly, and was able to talk in a daze on the third day.It's just that this relapse made his originally loud voice become depressed.It seemed that a mouthful of phlegm was always stuck in his throat, unable to go up or down, and he opened his mouth to talk, as if pulling an old bellows.

Jiang Mo still had a playful smile in front of his old uncle, making jokes, coaxing the old uncle's always drooping face into a smile.

But when he turned his head and went out, he still rubbed his red and swollen eyes, and said to himself in the mirror: "Jiang Mo, why are you so useless!"

The water splashed all over the floor, but someone behind him handed a towel up.

It was Zhou Lianfeng who came to see them.

Zhou Lianfeng always had to go to work on weekdays, and when he got off work, he would sit with Jiang Mo for a while, and then Jiang Mo would drive him back.But on weekends, he will still work for Jiang Mo, so that Jiang Mo can go back to bed at home and have a good night's sleep.

The old uncle's mind was a little confused, and he couldn't remember who was who in front of him.It's just that sometimes he took Zhou Lianfeng's hand and said to him: "Mo'er, after the old uncle is gone, you must be well."

Zhou Lianfeng didn't care that the old uncle misjudged the person, he just responded: "Okay, he will be fine."

The old uncle narrowed his eyes again, stared carefully at Zhou Lianfeng for a long time, and said, "Are you that so-and-so! You hurry up and stay away from my family, don't delay him."

Zhou Lianfeng lowered his head, but he didn't respond to the voice.He chuckled softly: "I will not leave him, and I am not afraid that I will delay him. I will never, ever, never let go."

The old uncle didn't hear clearly, he groaned twice, and asked like a child's temper: "Who are you? Do you like my family's last son? Can you take care of him for me? He's only so young , I'm afraid, I'm afraid even if I hold him... I'm always afraid that I will raise him to death, can you take care of him for me?"

He thought of Jiang Mo again as he was when he just came to him - at that time, Jiang Mo was snowing heavily and his sister was still at the door, wearing a sweater with loopholes, and the snot almost slipped to the ground.But his pair of big grape-like eyes blinked, and he tugged on his cuffs and called "Uncle".

Maybe even if he goes into the coffin, he won't forget Jiang Mo at that time.He was just that soft-hearted at that time, raising such a good child.

Listening to the old uncle's confused question, Zhou Lianfeng said again: "Okay, I promise you."

God knows how much he thought it was true.

It just so happened that Jiang Mo opened the door and came back. Hearing what they said, he asked strangely: "What do you promise?"

Zhou Lianfeng said it was nothing, the old uncle also smiled and said it was nothing.

Jiang Mo curled her lips, got a washbasin and filled it with hot water, and asked Zhou Lianfeng to help him wipe the old uncle's body together.

The old uncle was clean and fragrant, looked at the furnishings around him, suddenly took Jiang Mo's hand and said, "Mo'er, the old uncle is almost fine now, let's go home."

Jiang Mo threw the handkerchief into the basin, hummed, and wanted to take the old uncle back.Not to mention anything else, just talking about the hospitalization expenses, he almost couldn't afford it.But for the sake of the old uncle, he still gritted his teeth and carried it.

He has almost spent all the money he has saved from frugality in the past few years. If he doesn't go back, he will use the tens of thousands of dollars that his uncle said he left him.

He sighed and winked at Zhou Lianfeng.I went out and had a detailed chat with the doctor. Although the doctor suggested further observation, he also signed the contract because he had several years of experience in caring for paralyzed patients with cerebral hemorrhage.

Looking for a sunny day, Jiang Mo settled all the hospital fees and sent the old uncle home.He behaved according to his duties, so he would not owe the hospital a single cent.

Even when he left, the doctors and nurses said: "This Jiang family is really miserable, but the people are really sincere. Few people even bowed to us before leaving. I really hope they can live a better life."

The old uncle lay back on the bed at home that he was familiar with, and his mind gradually cleared up a lot.It's just that the speech is still a little stumbling, far less fluent than before.

Jiang Mo's small shop has opened again, and the days are getting hotter, gradually changing into thin short-sleeved summer clothes.

He also gradually got used to every night, leaving a meal for Zhou Lianfeng who was off work.Whether it's hot or not, you can always have a bite.

It happened that there was no one in the shop that day, Jiang Mo propped his chin up in boredom, when he heard the iron door creak and it opened, and it was Zhou Lianfeng who came back.

He limped and approached the yard, and was about to greet Zhou Lianfeng, but with sharp eyes, he found a fluffy, gray thing squatting in a corner not far from his feet.It looks small, but it keeps chrysalis.

Jiang Mo couldn't help but "fuck" and said, "Since when are there still rats in the yard?"

Zhou Lianfeng glanced at him suspiciously, followed his gaze, and picked up the "little mouse" who was pouting.The little thing meowed immediately to prove that he was not a mouse at all.

The kitten, which was not as big as a palm, was lifted by Zhou Lianfeng by the back of its neck, its limbs drooping, and it didn't look very smart.

Jiang Mo's eyes suddenly lit up: "It's a cat? It's so cute."

He reached out to pick it up, but Zhou Lianfeng turned around and said, "Dirty."

Jiang Mo rubbed his hand on the apron, stretched out his hand again and said, "I'm not dirty anymore."

"I said it was dirty." Zhou Lianfeng frowned, as if a little disgusted, and wanted to throw it out.

But Jiang Mo hurriedly stopped him: "Don't, he is so pitiful. But I don't need him to eat, so let him follow me."

Zhou Lianfeng still frowned, and said, "Then I'll wash it up and send it to you later."

Jiang Mo nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "By the way, I just gave him a name. Since he picked it up, let's call it... Soap. After all, there is a messy stalk now, called picking up soap or something .”

Zhou Lianfeng raised his eyebrows, as if thinking.

The author has something to say: Hurry up, hurry up, I didn't catch up with the update yesterday!

I was wrong! !

And if you have a cat, you need to feed the cat food that is reliable, nutritious and balanced, such as raw flesh and blood.

Don't learn that Jiang Mo'er feeds leftovers in the article, after all he is poor!