As soon as you say a word, Xie Jiu put down his last psychological defense line and gritted his teeth: "Okay."
But ......"
Luo Bo preemptively: "If we lie to you."
You could have called the guards to put us in jail. ” This kind of cruel words have come out, and Xie Jiu has nothing to doubt.
Here, Xie Jiu is the oldest and the oldest.
Therefore, he wanted to keep two people to live, and the sanatorium did not say much.
Anyway, the senior cadre ward is a suite, which is fully equipped, and a family care room is also reserved.
Soon it was evening.
Mao Xiaoyu secretly let the peanuts out to eat, and whispered: "The food here is good." ” Peanut nodded: "Well, it's delicious." ” In the middle, Luo Bo chatted with Xie Jiu about his experience over the years, only to know that Xie Jiu was also nine deaths.
There have been several times when I have almost entered the ghost door and closed, and I have come back to life.
Later, when Xie Jiu was old, his comrades-in-arms and old superiors arranged blind dates for him.
Although Huang Xiaoguo did not see the corpse, Xie Jiu also knew in his heart that there was a lot of luck and a lot of luck, and it was estimated that he would be out of luck in this life.
So dragged to a certain age, he still got married.
After getting married, he had two sons and a daughter, and his life was quite peaceful.
By now, he has become a grandfather.
The children are busy, but the grandchildren come to see him from time to time.
Luo Bo expressed understanding.
It is certainly good to have someone who guards like jade, but it is not recommended.
"She, has she really been waiting at the Nai He Bridge?"
I told him, but Xie Jiu would still ask questions from time to time.
"Hmm."
"She, has she changed?"
"Oh, she's still young."
Xie Jiu touched his old face and sighed: "I'm old."
But thinking that he was going to see his first love soon, he also went to look in the mirror, called the nurse to come and wash his face, and deliberately applied some cream.
There are all old revolutionaries living here, and the favorite is still the old songs and red songs.
Every evening, they will play and sing to themselves.
The song drifted into Xie Jiu's suite through the thick wall: 'Ten sent the Red Army to Rig, and the Moon Pavilion was introduced On the Moon Pavilion Rig Pavilion, the Jiezhi builds a high platform The white jade pillar of the high grid is ten zhang Carving the dragon and painting the phoenix and shining brightly I also look forward to the Red Army in the evening This Rig is called Jiezhi Wanghongtai' Xie Jiu had a moment of trance and returned to that difficult era.
In the green mountains and green waters of the hometown, the tea mountains, the young and lively girls sang mountain songs and voices.
The most eye-catching thing is the green plum he misses, blinking and smiling and singing at him with flexible eyes.
Xie Jiu covered his face, tears in his eyes.
The last touch of the slanting sun disappeared into the clouds, and the curtain spread out like a veil.
Xie Jiu looked intently at the watch Luo Bo put on the table with red eyes.
He only looks, but does not hold it in his hands.
Mao Xiaoyu knew that he was waiting, and he was in a hurry.
Make a look and ask, it means that it's not yet early in the morning, can you release Huang Xiaoguo?
Receiving her gaze, Luo Bo shook his head lightly.
"Why?"
Mao Xiaoyu asked in a low voice: "It's dark, there's no need to wait until the early hours of the morning, right?"
” "Don't look at this as a nursing home, it's different from a hospital.
In addition, they all fought bloodily from the pile of dead, not fuel-efficient lamps.
Huang Xiaoguo appeared early, which was not good for her. ” "Makes sense.
But he is in his nineties, can he stay up until the early hours of the morning?
” Luo Bo thought for a while: "Wait two more hours, right?"
Wait for the others to calm down. ” "Okay."
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These two hours are really hard.
No one spoke, silently watching the night outside the window getting thicker and thicker.
The moon is like a string, and the surroundings are gradually quiet.
Xie Jiu was anxious: "Hurry, hurry up, please come out of Xiaoguo." ” Luo Bo checked the doors and windows, and was sure that the nurse would not come to disturb him for the time being, so he nodded: "I'll try." ” The watch was still moving normally, and Luo Bo knocked on the surface: "Did you hear that?"
Come out. ” Not only Xie Jiu waited nervously, but Mao Xiaoyu also looked at his watch worriedly.
Luo Bo called again, and the watch jumped slightly.
A wisp of black shadow burst out of the surface, swirling in the room, and gradually revealed its original form, which was the young Huang Xiaoguo.
"Little Fruit !?"
Of course, Xie Jiu also recognized Huang Xiaoguo's youthful appearance.
Hearing the familiar voice, Huang Xiaoguo's eyes focused on Xie Jiu, staring at him, as if he had a thousand words but couldn't say them for a while.
Mao Xiaoyu put her mind at ease and was gently pulled by Luo Bo: "Let's avoid it." ” "Oh."
In fact, he was a little reluctant, but Mao Xiaoyu still obediently followed Luo Bo to avoid it, leaving space for this twists and turns of the first love.
As soon as he came out of the inner room, he heard Xie Jiu's excited voice mixed with crying.
Peanut climbed out of his pocket and volunteered: "Mom, I'll go and have a look?"
” "Forget it, the reunion scene is probably exciting and moving."
Mao Xiaoyu regretted that he didn't see it with his own eyes, but he didn't want to eavesdrop and disturb.
Luo Bo sighed heavily and whispered: "We won't see each other until more than half a century, let them reminisce about the past." ” "That's right."
For about a quarter of an hour, Luo Bo suddenly burst into a foul voice in a low voice.
"What's wrong?
No one messed with you.
Mao Xiaoyu was unhappy.
"Look out the window."
Luo Bo pointed with his hand.
Mao Xiaoyu took a look at it and didn't see anything unusual. looked at it closely, and couldn't help blurting out: "Huh?
” It's the ghost who is floating outside the window, with a cold face, and a posture to do it.
There was no way, Luo Bo arched his hands and pleaded: "The two of you, it's not too much time, how about allowing them to talk more?"
” Rolling his cold eyes and looking at Luo Bo's ghost, he said, "We are already magnanimous enough.
Two quarters of an hour at the latest, no further delay. ” "Thank you."
Mao Xiaoyu also said sincerely: "Thank you." ” Although two quarters of an hour is not much, it is possible to strive for a little is a little.
There were cries and muffled voices in the back room.
Mao Xiaoyu suddenly asked, "Brother Ghost Mission, how long does Xie Jiu's lifespan last?"
” Bai Wuchang didn't really want to take this words, and still had a cold face.
Hei Wuchang's eyes turned around, and he replied humanely: "There are still one year and fifteen days." ” "Oh."
Mao Xiaoyu thought to himself, he couldn't be born on the same day, the same month, and the same year, and he didn't die on the same day, the same month, and the same year.
But maybe they could be reincarnated on the same day, the same month, and the same year?
I just don't know if Huang Xiaoguo can be free to wait for a year and fifteen days in Naihe Bridge when he goes back this time?
I'll have to tell them the news later.
Two quarters of an hour is almost up.
Not only did the ghost make a move, Luo Bo and Mao Xiaoyu went to the inside together.
Xie Jiuzheng wiped his tears and Huang Xiaoguo was relatively speechless, holding his hands and looking at each other with tears in his eyes.
"Sorry to disturb you two."
Luo Bo sighed and said to Huang Xiaoguo: "The ghost is here." ” Huang Xiaoguo was not surprised at all, and said to Xie Jiu very calmly: "I'll go first."
You have to take care. ” Xie Jiu refused to let go, his old face was wrinkled, and he said emotionally: "Take me with you." ” Mao Xiaoyu hurriedly stepped forward and told Xie Jiu's lifespan and persuaded: "The king of Hades let you end your life in one year and fifteen days, it is impossible to change your mind now."
Old man, why don't you take advantage of a few more days of the year to arrange the aftermath?
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