Fu Zhengnan is also at an age when he has to wear reading glasses to read. He has a little trouble reading. He looked dignified and focused. Su Xiang knew that he just didn't want to see her. Su Xiang smiled again and put the gift for Fu Zhengnan on the tea table. After playing with Fu Ying for a while, Mrs. Zhuoya took the child to the yard of the villa. There is also a smaller building on the left side of the villa. After Fu's illness, he built another building to live alone. The old man is ill in bed all year round. Occasionally he comes out to bask in the sun on the balcony when the weather is good. Few people see him. Mrs. Zhuoya took her grandson to see Grandpa Zeng. Su Xiang followed and stopped at the door of the room. She can't go in without the permission of the old man. Su Xiang handed Mrs. Zhuoya the longevity card she went to the temple and asked her to give it to the old man. Changsheng card is made of gingko wood. The gingko tree that has been around for more than 400 years at the gate of Yunlai temple was chopped off by thunder this summer. Someone took it as a Changsheng card and asked the monks to open their eyes and chant scriptures. It's hard to find a card. Although it has been famous for 400 years, it is wood after all. It can't compare with precious wood such as red sandalwood, and it can't compare with jade. But for an old man who is lying waiting to die, the words such as longevity, Kaiguang, Buddhist scriptures and efficacious effect fit his heart better than those precious gifts. Mrs. Zhuoya glanced at her and pushed Fu Ying through the door. Su Xiang stood waiting at the door. After a while, the door opened and Mrs. Zhuoya said to her, "go in. The old man said he hadn't seen you for a long time." Su Xiang raised his head and was slightly stunned“ What are you doing? Afraid? " Mrs. Zhuoya frowned at her. Mr. Fu has a long history of disease. He underwent liver tumor resection more than a year ago. The whole person is weak and has taken off shape. Usually, people who see him for the first time will be frightened. Su Xiang was not the first time to see him. Naturally, he was not afraid, but a little stunned. The old man rarely saw her. The last time he saw her was six months ago. Fu Ying had his first birthday. Su Xiang quickly shook his head and followed Mrs. Zhuoya in. The old man's room is very spacious. There are two beds side by side, one big and one small. Naturally, the big one is the old man lying down, and the smaller one is slept by the professional medical staff who monitor him 24 hours, separated by a flower wall. The old man seldom goes out to breathe, but he must maintain his state of mind. Such a lattice wall is made in the room to purify the air and act as a partition. At this time, the medical bed was naturally empty. The medical staff stood at the head of the old man's bed and injected him with nutrition needles. Fu Ying is held in his hand by Fu Zhengnan. The little guy is not afraid of the old man, but is afraid to watch the medical staff give an injection“ Needle, needle, pain - "the little guy had been vaccinated and understood the pain. He covered his arm with his little hand and cried," touch... "Old Fu was reluctant to give up his great grandson. He only looked at it once on holidays and smiled with his purple lips:" my good grandson, I don't hurt. " Last second, he was still full of kindness, but he regained his seriousness when he looked at Su Xiang“ Didn't Han Chuan come back with you? " Su Xiang quickly played sign language. Seeing the old man frown, she quickly lowered her head, took out the writing paper and pen, and wrote the word "dinner" in her book. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.