Chapter 409

The little boy opened the door, let the little monk in, and then closed the door.

When downing entered the room, he saw that the room was not big. A room was separated, with a bed on one side, a cooking place on the other, and a shabby wooden table in the middle.

On the other side of the bed lay an old man. The light in the room was a little dim, and downing could not see very well. He could only smell the smell of medicine and humidity in the room.

"Cough, Xiao an, pour a glass of water for the guest." The old man on the bed coughed and seemed to want to get up, so the little boy rushed to help him.

"It's OK."

The old man laughed at the little boy and sat down at the head of the bed. He saw that the young monk came in with a delicate appearance. He couldn't help laughing: "I didn't expect that it was a little master. In recent years, no Buddhist disciple has ever passed by us. Cough."

As the old man sat up, he was just an ordinary mortal. He had no accomplishments, and he was terminally ill. She smiles and hands clasped and saluted him: "I have seen the old benefactor. The old benefactor is not feeling well. You'd better lie down and have a rest."

"It doesn't matter. What I know about my body has reached this point. I can't live for long. Cough, cough, cough." He coughed a few more times. He coughed as if he could not breathe up and down, and could be out of breath at any time.

The little boy didn't speak. He just sat by and patted him on the back.

Once again, Downing's eyes fell on the little boy, who was also very keen. Seeing her looking at him, he looked at her warily. That kind of vigilance had never been put down since she had been in this room.

She bent her eyebrows and beamed at him. However, the little boy ran to the other side of cooking with a tiger's face.

Seeing this, she looked at the old man and asked, "old man, do not know if this child is?"

Listening to the little monk's words, the old man raised his heavy eyelids, looked at him, and showed a smile: "little master, you can see that Xiao an is not an old grandson."

Downing didn't speak, just a gentle smile. The little boy was only five or six years old, and his clothes were changed from the old clothes of the old man, but even so, his delicate facial features and aura in his eyes could not be concealed.

She just wondered, how could such a child appear here? Still taking care of such an old man as a candle in the wind?

"In fact, I don't know where he came from. I only know that he fell down in the vegetable field that day, and the child came out of nowhere. He took water for me to drink and something to protect him from the sun. Later, he didn't leave. He said that he would stay to take care of him. He said that he would repay him, cough, cough. I don't know what kind of kindness he would like to repay. He would not tell him when he asked him."

The old man's feeble voice said slowly, and occasionally coughed twice. When his eyes fell on the little boy, he was kind and gentle.

"I can't get out of bed these days. It's him who takes care of him. If it wasn't for him, I'm afraid I can't drink hot water, cough and cough."

Hearing this, Tang Ning nodded and helped him lie down. He said, "old man, lie down first. I'll help you. I'll make dinner and call you later."

"Cough, please, little master." The old man said, as if also tired, then slowly closed his eyes to sleep.

After helping the old man cover the quilt, Downing went to the other side and looked at the alert little boy. She couldn't help laughing.