Fool Qi

Chapter 9
After more than ten minutes, Zhao Gudong put away the magnifying glass and gloves.

"How much is it worth?" Sister Li asked impatiently.

Zhao Gudong didn't speak, and raised two fat fingers.

"20!" Sister Li blurted out.

Zhao Gudong shook his head, and lifted the prayer beads up.

Sister Li saw that his expression was wrong, her heart sank, and she asked weakly, "Twenty thousand?"

"No, this thing is a counterfeit, and it's worth two thousand at most." Zhao Gudong didn't hold back anymore, looked at the peony bottle, sighed and said, "I thought I found a good thing. Hey. This thing, you put it away Come on. I can't help you."

After listening to Sister Li, her heart sank to the bottom of the valley.It's over, it turned out to be a fake, how can I explain it to Dubo when I go back.

Seeing Sister Li's lonely expression, Zhao Gudong shook his head and walked away in disappointment.

Sister Li put the peony bottle back into the box and carried it back to the ward.

"The hospital won't accept it?" Du Bo asked.

Sister Li put the box beside the bed, wanted to say but couldn't.

"If you don't accept it, you won't accept it. We will go home at the worst." Du Bo said.

Sister Li struggled for a long time, but she still made up her mind: "Just now I met an antique dealer, and he said that this antique is a fake and a counterfeit."

"Fake?" When Du Bo heard it, it was like a bolt from the blue, almost out of breath.

After coughing several times, he said slowly, "How is it possible? Take it out and let me see."

Sister Li opened the box and brought the peony bottle to Du Bo.

Du Bo touched the peony bottle, only feeling his breath jumping to his head.

He is very familiar with the texture, color, and even temperature of this bottle.

The peony bottle in his hand is not bad at all, it is indeed the one passed down from his family.

It turned out that what I wanted to leave to my children turned out to be a fake!
Heart hurts.

He beat his chest frantically.

Sister Li hurried forward to stop it: "Dubber, I want to open it."

Hearing the movement, Ah Qi woke up, seeing Du Bo's non-stop fists, she was also petrified, and began to cry.

Seeing this, Du Bo stopped.After taking a breath, he said dejectedly: "Life is up to fate, let's go back." After speaking, he lifted the quilt and tried to get out of bed.

Sister Li stopped him, put the quilt back, and said: "I paid for the day, so I can stay longer, don't rush to leave. Stay here for now, and we will go back when there is nothing to do in the afternoon."

Du Bo thought in his heart, his body is gone, and it will be a toss to go back, so let's take a look again.He lay flat and said, "Okay then, it's just that I have to trouble you again."

"No trouble!" Sister Li said.

In this way, the three of them stayed in the hospital until the afternoon, and Du Bo was able to get out of bed and walk around.

Seeing the situation, Sister Li was naturally happy: "Dubber, I have something to go out tomorrow. If you need to do anything, ask Ah Qi to help. If it really doesn't work, ask Ah Qi to ask Miss Wang downstairs for help."

Du Bo didn't want to bother others, but he couldn't refuse directly, so he nodded repeatedly and said, "Okay, go ahead. I really trouble you today. Look, I'm in good health. Don't be afraid. Although I'm old, You can still take two steps."

"They're all neighbors, you're welcome. Let's go back."

The three of them packed up their things and went home.

Sister Li put the peony bottle back to its original place, gave Ah Qi a few words, and left in a hurry.

Only Du Bo and Ah Qi were left in the room.

"Ah Qi, you play by yourself first, I'll go back and lie down." Du Bo said to Ah Qi.

After returning from the hospital, although he felt better than yesterday, he still felt a little pain in his chest.

Ah Qi nodded with a vague understanding, and started playing with the plastic stool beside her.

Du Bo didn't lock the door anymore, and slowly went back to his room.

At around six o'clock in the evening, Du Bo suddenly felt that his breath was disordered, and he wanted to breathe but couldn't exhale.

It's like a drowning person who can't hold on to the quilt steadily.

Heartbroken.

Vaguely, I saw my son walking in from the door, with a round face and a paper airplane in his hand.Then, the daughter also ran in, wearing a light yellow skirt and two black braids on her head.Behind him, his wife's calling was heard.

Du Bo's mouth bent into a crescent moon, and his tense face relaxed.

Both hands suddenly dropped powerlessly and landed on the yellow and white sheets.

Eyes open, all spirits gone.

Ah Qi was in the hall, playing with forgetfulness.It wasn't until after seven o'clock, when my stomach was growling, that I realized why Dubo hadn't cooked since I hadn't eaten yet?
He threw the bench aside and went into Dubo's room.

"Dubber, I'm hungry! I'm hungry!"

Du Bo had taught him these words for a long time.

He could finally speak fluently.

Seeing that Du Bo didn't move, Ah Qi pulled Du Bo's arm and shouted loudly: "Dub, I'm hungry, I'm hungry!"

I saw Du Bo opened his eyes without any reaction.

Ah Qi let go of her hand.

Without any support, Du Bo's hand slammed hard on the quilt.

"Hungry! Woohoo..." Ah Qi was really hungry, sobbing loudly.

There was no response, only a few dogs barking faintly from outside the window.

At the dilapidated window sill, a big mouse crawled over looking for food.

Ah Qi stood up, leaning against the bed and pacing up and down, tears streaming down her face, but she didn't know what to do.

Just crying.

After an hour, I remembered something.

Walk across the hall and pull open the door vigorously.Directed at the opposite door, it was a pat.

There was a bang, but the door remained motionless like a mountain.

Ah Qi didn't care, he clenched his fists and beat hard.

More than ten minutes passed, and the fist was red and swollen, but no one came out.

Ah Qi withdrew her fist and rubbed her hands together in pain.After stopping for a while, he kicked directly with his feet.After all, the strength of the feet is stronger than that of the hands, and the iron door slammed.

"You're not playing at home, what are you doing here?"

A man came up the stairs.

The middle-aged man is exactly what Sister Li called Sister Wang.

Seeing someone coming, Ah Qi jumped up happily as if seeing a savior, and yelled at Sister Wang, but couldn't say a word.

Sister Wang looked at the closed door and knew that Sister Li hadn't come back yet.

She shouted into Du Bo's door: "Du Bo, Du Bo, come out and take care of Ah Qi."

There was no movement.

"Could it be?" Sister Wang suddenly thought of something, and couldn't care about Ah Qi anymore, she pushed the door and walked in.

But he saw Du Bo tilted his head and his eyes were open.

She hurried over and probed Du Bo's nostrils with her fingers.

Can't feel any breath.

Although she had expected it earlier, Sister Wang was still taken aback.She wiped her forehead in a panic, pulled Ah Qi away, and ran downstairs.

After a while, he ran back again, grabbing an old mobile phone in his hand.

"Sister Li, come back quickly and take a look, Du Bo seems to be dying." Sister Wang said loudly into the phone.

"Hurry to the hospital, I'll go back right away." Sister Li's nervous voice came from the other end of the phone.

"No, he seems to have left." Sister Wang was holding the phone, just about to say more.

The phone was beeping and had hung up.

Seeing Ah Qi crying beside her, she was at a loss, picked up the phone, and called her husband who was working far away.

(End of this chapter)