After dreaming about the flowers of the high mountains, he actually?

I wanted to look at the moon, but I saw your appearance.

This may be the way Dilibel Ahemati spends his old age peacefully in Gongnaisi, Licheng.

……

On the third day after the funeral, the old man fell seriously ill.

The coma lasted for a day and a night, and no one dared to sleep all night long. They all stayed by the bed, fearing that the old man would not be able to survive due to grief.

Fortunately, after the sixth day, the old man gradually improved and regained his energy.

On the seventh day after the funeral, the old man gathered all the descendants who had not left to worship the old lady.

After the first seven days, the Han family left Gong Naisi and Li City one after another.

At ten o'clock that evening, Wen Zhi was making cold medicine for Shang Hexing in the house. From the days when Shang Hexing arrived, the days when the funeral was held, and now, Shang Hexing hasn't slept much.

He works with his own hands and does not sleep. Even if his body is made of copper and iron walls, he cannot withstand such torture.

He had been cold for several days and had a low fever for several nights. He was afraid that Wen Zhi would worry him, so he didn't tell Wen Zhi. If Wen Zhi hadn't hugged Shang Hexing tonight and noticed that his body temperature was abnormal, no one would have known that he had a low-grade fever.

"We've been sleeping in separate beds. If I hadn't hugged you tonight, would you have gotten through it like this?" Wen Zhi came over with some cold medicine in his hand, with a hint of complaint in his tone.

I blame him for not taking his body seriously.

Shang Hexing took the cold medicine from her hand: "With my physical condition, it's not a big problem."

Wen Zhi retracted his hand, but Shang Hexing took it. He looked up at her, his handsome face slightly tinged with fatigue.

Wen Zhi's condition was so bad that it made Wen Zhi feel distressed.

Forget it, who made him a patient now? It's okay to accommodate him.

Shang Hexing smiled bitterly: "No more drinks?"

"Here," Wen Zhi handed him the cold medicine: "Don't do this next time."

When Shang Hexing got the cold medicine, he drank it without making a sound.

Wen Zhi held back a lot of energy in his heart to compete with him: "Did you hear what I said?"

After drinking the cold medicine, he put the cup aside, raised his head and said to Wen Zhi, "I heard that."

Wen Zhi continued to compete with him: "Anyway, I will learn from you."

Shang Hexing raised his eyebrows: "Learn from me?"

Wen Zhi's stern attitude: "I want to learn from you who deliberately hides it even though you are sick, gritting your teeth and holding on. Anyway, I am young and in good physical condition. You won't know if I get through it. If I don't get through it..."

"I know I was wrong." He took her hand, his palm warm: "I will change it."

After saying that, he pressed his forehead against her hand: "It actually doesn't feel good, so don't imitate me."

The energy that Wen Zhi was holding in his heart disappeared, and instead he started to feel a little depressed again.

He lost his mother when he was young, had to shoulder everything on his own, and was baptized by wind and rain. He never wavered and grew into a towering tree overnight. His heart had long been sealed and free.

Wen Zhi remembered that Shang Hexing failed to arrive to see his grandmother off for the last time that day. His face was expressionless and he had no emotion at all. He very calmly knelt down on his knees in front of her grandmother's bed and kowtowed to the elderly woman four times.

That was his last act of filial piety.

Wen Zhi turned her palm over and put it against his forehead. The low-grade fever was not obvious, so she had to sit down next to him and stretched out her hands to hug his waist.

Shang Hexing sat upright and let her hug his waist. After a while, he asked, "Is it still hot?"

Wen Zhi: "It's not that fast, and it's not a magic pill."

Shang Hexing sighed and smiled.

Wen Zhi pinched the flesh of his waist with two fingers. Shang Hexing remained silent. Wen Zhi reminded him: "Take your temperature again in half an hour. You should not go out tonight and have a good rest." He He tilted his head, close to her face: "What about you?"

Wen Zhi said, "I'll guard you."

Shang Hexing was about to speak when there was a knock on the door——

"Cousin!"

Wen Zhi let go of Shang Hexing and stood up with Shang Hexing almost at the same moment.

The old man had just experienced a critical coma a few days ago. Whenever someone knocked on the door at night, or was suddenly found, Shang Hexing would reflexively tighten his nerves and enter a state of nervousness.

"It's Meng Fan who's here." Wen Zhi said.

Shang Hexing hummed, walked to the door, opened it, and looked at Meng Fan outside the door: "What happened?"

Meng Fan knew that his cousin was also in the room, so he called out in advance.

At this moment, she saw that her cousin's face was tense, and she immediately explained: "I'm not looking for you, I'm looking for Zhizhi."

It was after ten o'clock and it was getting dark. Shang Hexing didn't turn aside to give way. He asked first: "What do you want to do with her?"

Meng Fan said, "My great-grandpa asked me to come. He said he wanted to see Zhizhi, so I came here specially to take Zhizhi there."

"Grandpa wants to see her?"

"correct."

"I gonna go see."

Shang Hexing was about to go out, but Meng Fan stopped him: "Cousin, you don't have to go. Grandpa is in good health. Just now, Grandpa only said that he wanted to see Wen Zhi. He probably has something to say to Wen Zhi."

As for what to say, no one can guess.

But Meng Fan had a good premonition and felt that it would not be a bad thing if his great-grandfather met Wen Zhi this time.

"I'll go with you." Wen Zhi walked out at this time.

Shang Hexing turned sideways and Wen Zhi walked to his side. She looked up at him and said, "Grandpa probably wanted me to chat with him. You saw it too. After the funeral, he ignored anyone and didn't say anything for a whole day. Just two sentences."

If people don't speak for too long, they will gradually stop talking, become unable to speak, and then become silent forever.

Shang Hexing said, "I'll go with you. I'll wait for you outside."

It doesn't matter if he doesn't go in, he wants to guard it.

Wen Zhi took the initiative to hold his arm: "Then let's go there."

Meng Fan's words had arrived, so he left first, and then Wen Zhi followed Shang Hexing to see the old man.

On the way there, Wen Zhi mentioned something to Shang Hexing. She said: "On that day, everyone probably thought that my grandma doted on me. Even if the hatred was not gone, she was willing to agree to see my grandpa one last time for my wish. "

When Shang Hexing heard this, he guessed Wen Zhi's next sentence.

He said softly: "Actually, you know, it's not all because of you."

Wen Zhi nodded. Maybe she had told Shang Hexing personally about this matter that she had kept in her heart. She felt lighter and her steps became brisker.

She spoke unhurriedly: "I once read a book, and there is a saying that in the few minutes when a person is about to die, he has a premonition. I think grandma must know that she will survive this time. It didn’t go away, but she still had unresolved regrets in her heart, and she didn’t want to leave with regrets, but she still couldn’t say that directly, so she said, let me make a wish.”

This was the best solution the old lady could think of before she died.

"I thought about it later, if I was a greedy person and my wish was contrary to what grandma wanted, what would be the outcome?" Wen Zhimei said with a faint smile in his eyes: "Grandma will definitely satisfy me without hesitation. wish, because she knows it, and I won’t let her have any regrets.”