The Female Partner Refuses To Be Cannon Fodder

Putting the warm cup into the hands of the old lady sitting in front of the TV, Jiang Chan's mouth opened with a smile: "First, drink some honey to warm up my body. I'm going to cook dinner now, and eat in an hour."

　　 When he touched the cold hand of the old lady, Jiang Chan also felt a sense of sorrow and sorrow in his heart. This is not the emotion of the original owner, but her own.

　　 A lonely old man, his children are not around, his wife has passed away early, and he is not accompanied by a dog or cat. It is really pitiful to be alone all day long.

　　 No one asked me how warm the porridge is, and no one stood with me at dusk. I was so embarrassed. With these thoughts in his mind, Jiang Chan's hand movements kept moving, two pots, one for boiling soup and one for cooking, flew up and down.

　　 The aroma of the food gradually spread outside, and the old lady who was originally like a wooden stake slowly turned her head and glanced at the kitchen. Looking down at the hot cup in her hand again, the old lady took a sip of hot tea hesitantly.

　　 The sweet honey water is slightly acidic with a hint of lemon, and the slightly hot tea goes down the throat as if the whole body is warmed up. The old lady's brain, which hadn't been used for a long time, slowly began to work.

　　 More than forty minutes later, Jiang Chan put three dishes and one soup on the table: "Mom, it's dinner."

　　 Seeing the old lady sitting there motionless, Jiang Chan didn't get annoyed. He came over and took away the cup that didn't have much temperature in the old lady's hand, and then helped the old lady sit down at the table.

　　 Jiang Chan quickly filled the old lady with a bowl of bone soup: "Drink some hot soup first, I won't leave after I come back this time, and will always be with you."

　　 The old lady drooped her eyebrows as if she hadn't heard Jiang Chan's words. She would eat whatever Jiang Chan gave her. With a bowl of soup and half a bowl of rice, Jiang Chan touched the old lady's belly: "Okay, don't eat the rest, otherwise your stomach will be overwhelmed at night."

　　 When Jiang Chan said this, the old lady put down her chopsticks and looked exceptionally obedient. Jiang Chan took a deep breath. The old lady was already very serious. It seemed that she had to take her to the doctor sooner.

　　 After dinner, Jiang Chan helped the old lady walk in the living room for 20 minutes, while talking to her about her experience in the city, and by the way, her plans after returning.

"Doesn't our family have an old house in the country? I think it over. I plan to live with you in the old house in the future. Now that the internet is so convenient, I will write and make videos on the internet in the future, which is equally promising. "

"At that time, I will plant fruit trees in front of and behind the house so that we can enjoy the flowers and eat fresh fruits throughout the year. If you are afraid of loneliness, we will raise two more dogs. cat."

　　 Listening to Jiang Chan's description, the old lady's eyes rolled, and she looked a little more alive. Seeing that the old lady's digestion was almost the same, Jiang Chan helped her walk to the bedroom.

"I'll make the bed for you. In this cold weather, you need to cover it more. Later I will get some hot water to soak your feet. I have learned some new massage techniques. I will give you a squeeze later. Pinch, I promise you a good night's sleep."

　　 The old lady remained silent and kept silent. Jiang Chan didn't feel embarrassed when she talked to herself. After talking like this for about an hour, Jiang Chan's mouth was dry.

　　 helped the old lady sit down by the bed, Jiang Chan turned on the TV, this time he found a children's cartoon, listening to the children's words, lively, and slightly dispelled the loneliness in the house.

　　 Waiting for the old lady to finish running, Jiang Chan asked the old lady to take a photo. The old lady was so obedient that she lay on her stomach. Jiang Chan stood by the bed after cleaning his hands, pressing his hands on the old lady's shoulders and neck.

　　 Chinese medicine is still very powerful. As a senior Chinese medicine doctor, Jiang Chan is also well versed in this way. After a few massages, the old lady’s shoulders and necks are completely opened.

　　 Within twenty minutes, the old lady fell into a deep sleep. Jiang Chan closed his hands when he heard the old lady's subtle breathing. When he scanned the small bottle on the bedside table, Jiang Chan frowned.

　　 Isn’t that a sleeping pill? The old lady in the previous life passed away after taking a lot of sleeping pills today, and was only discovered a few days after her death.

　　 Jiang Chan lowered his eyebrows and gently opened the drawer. There were several bottles of sleeping pills in the drawer. Is the old lady this serious already? Perceiving the dense guilt in his heart, Jiang Chan closed his eyes and suppressed the emotion that did not belong to her.

　　 Turned the old lady over, Jiang Chan squatted on the side of the bed and looked at the old lady Feng Yuan carefully. Said she is an old lady, Feng Yuan is actually only fifty-eight years old.

　　 After all, the original owner, Qiu Xin, was only 27 years old at this time. Qiu Xin's father, Qiu Feng, passed away accidentally when Qiu Xin was fifteen years old. Feng Yuan carried Qiu Xin alone.

　　 After graduating from university, Qiu Xin stayed in the financial city to work. The work pressure was so great that he could only come back during the holidays.

　　On weekdays, Feng Yuan is alone at home. Before Feng Yuan was a little better when he had not retired, and he was able to talk and chat with others.

　　 After retiring, there is nothing to do, and the old lady is completely idle. Suddenly staying idle without going out to deal with others, and there is no partner to accompany her, the old lady suffers from depression.

　　 These things were only known to Qiu Xin later. Only when she personally experienced the pain of depression can she understand that her mother Feng Yuan had suffered too much.

Jiang Chan's hand gently brushed Feng Yuan's hair. The person who was in his fifties was already full of white hair. He looked like a person in his seventies, and the spirit of the whole person was also very depressed. .

　　 To use one word to describe it is bereavement.

　　 Jiang Chan sighed silently, leaving a small yellow bedside lamp. She didn't move the medicine bottle on the bedside table at all, and walked out silently.

After 　　 came out, Jiang Chan was not idle either. It was only eight o'clock in the evening, which was when the nightlife had just begun. Looking at the messy room, Jiang Chan simply rolled up his sleeves.

　　 She is a person who loves cleanliness. After not cleaning her house, she is not used to it. When mopping the floor, Jiang Chan missed the world of cultivating immortality extraordinarily. He only needed a dust removal technique. How could it be necessary to sweep the floor so hard now?

　　 At half past nine, Jiang Chan has cleaned up all the fifth floors. As for the sixth floor, let's talk about it tomorrow. The original owner, Qiu Xin, has a weak body like a chicken. She is already soft and weak after doing such a little work.

　　 Everything was cleaned up, Jiang Chan deliberately went to see Feng Yuan again, the old lady still slept with a special fragrance, even her posture had not changed.

　　 And Jiang Chan sorted out the original owner's things one by one after returning to the original owner's room. She came back in a hurry, and the house on the Shanghai stock market had not been retired yet, and she still had to deal with it after the place settled down.

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