Mr.Lu is blacklisted again

He looked down and saw the old man's two hands on his stomach holding a mobile phone and a picture.

That picture, of course, was taken by Lu tingwan.

When Lu tingwan left for filming, the old man kept his mobile phone with him every day. He took it with him when eating and sleeping. He waited for landing all the time to listen to the late video phone. Sometimes he could stay for a day staring at his mobile phone and photos.

Looking at the two things in the old man's hand, and then looking at the old man's pale and haggard face, Jiang prison seemed to realize something. He suddenly stepped into the air, and his legs and feet were a little soft.

Jiang prison looked at the old man, then opened his mouth and called him: "... Old man?"

The old man didn't respond.

"Old man?" Jiang prison shouted again, and his hand pushed the old man's shoulder.

"Old man?" Jiang prison was obviously in a hurry. His strength was getting stronger and stronger. The old man was pushed to shake by him.

"Hey, hey, why?" the old man in his sleep was pushed off and on. He opened his eyes and looked at the Jiang prison for no reason.

"Smelly boy, you're itchy, aren't you? How can you be naughty when you're such an adult." Sheng Qingyuan, who was forced to wake up, stared angrily at Jiang prison, which made him sleep.

Seeing Jiang prison looking at himself, he didn't respond. His eyes were strange and his face was not very good. It seemed that he was frightened. The old man was inexplicable.

"What's the matter?"

The old man saw the blanket in Jiang prison's hand.

Jiang prison returned to his senses, directly threw the blanket in his hand on the old man, stood straight behind him and said the most poisonous words: "I thought you were dead."

With that, he turned and went out of the balcony.

"Smelly boy, do you want me to die?" Sheng Qingyuan sat up and turned to scold the back of Jiang prison.

"Wait a minute." he called the far away Jiang prison, put his mobile phone and photos in his pocket, and then picked up his crutch next to him.

Jiang prison subconsciously looked back and saw that the old man was leaning on a crutch and was struggling to get up slowly from the recliner.

Jiang prison stopped at once.

"Cough..." the old man didn't get up for a long time. He was so busy that he coughed several times.

Jiang prison was about to walk, and the old man stood up with a turn.

Jiang prison stopped again.

The old man turned around and saw Jiang prison standing there looking at himself. He didn't have a good way: "what are you looking at? Won't you come and help me?"

Jiang prison looked at him speechless and went over to help the old man with an arm.

"Why are you back?" Sheng Qingyuan asked Jiang prison.

"Come back and see if you are still there." Jiang prison said.

"If I die early one day, I will be sent away by your mouth." Sheng Qingyuan wants to beat him.

Jiang prison helped people out of the room. Thinking of the situation of the old man taking medicine today, he asked him.

"Oh, I ate it. I didn't have Alzheimer's disease. Take a medicine. I want you to remind me every day."

For more than ten years, Sheng Qingyuan has been constantly taking drugs. What he hates most is that others remind him to take drugs. He knows that Jiang prison cares about his body, but Sheng Qingyuan will still be annoyed.

Every time I ask him about taking medicine, it's like reminding him how many days he still has.

"It's just a risk. You don't have to come back to see me several times a day. Just be busy with you. There are so many people in the family. What can I do?" Sheng Qingyuan nagged as he went downstairs.

Jiang prison helped people to sit down on the sofa. Without answering his words, he poured people a cup of warm boiled water.