Mrs. Ruanmeng is a little ancestor

Chapter 252 Extremely Silent
The night is deep.

The road with no street lights is pitch black at this time, and the direction can only be distinguished by the faint light of the moon in the night sky.

An Qianyin was wrapped in her body, shivering while sitting in the car, and sneezed again not long after.

Because there is no heating and nothing to keep warm.

It was pitch black and very still.

She didn't expect to follow the car this time to such a ghostly place, it's fine if she didn't follow up, and she was so unlucky to be stuck here all day!

An Qianyin sniffed again, and leaned back.

Just when he was about to fall asleep, he heard the noise of cars roaring on the road, which was especially abrupt on this extraordinarily quiet road.

The eyes that were about to close in the next second opened instantly.

The sleepy bugs had already run away.

Hearing this voice, An Qianyin immediately opened the car door and went out.

The sound came from far to near, and gradually a dazzling light appeared from a distance, giving An Qianyin the hope that he would finally not have to go out in this sloppy place.

An Qianyin watched the bright light gradually expand, and hurriedly stood in the middle of the road and waved for help.

The car stopped slowly in front of An Qianyin.

An Qianyin blocked the glare of the headlights in front of the car with his hand, ran to the window of the driver's seat and knocked a few times.

The windows are lowered.

The one who showed up was an uncle driver who looked honest and honest.

The uncle glanced at the situation, then looked at An Qianyin again, and probably guessed what happened, "Little sister, do you want to get in the car?"

"Yes, is it convenient to take this ride?"

The uncle didn't answer right away, but only looked back at the person in the back seat, and after seeing him nod, he agreed to An Qianyin's entry.

An Qianyin thanked her and hurried into the car.

Only then did I realize that there was a gray-haired, over seventy-year-old grandfather sitting in the car.

The old man had his eyes closed at this moment, his face haggard.

Seeing An Qianyin open the door and come in, she just glanced casually, then looked away and continued to rest.

He said nothing.

He didn't seem to have the energy to speak.

After An Qianyin went in, she also had the good intentions of disturbing the quietness of the old man, but followed the driver uncle in a low voice and asked where the road would go.

After saying hello, I leaned back on the seat very carefully, without making any movement.

The old man didn't speak the whole time, but he took a special look at An Qianyin when he looked out the window.

There was some appreciation in the cloudy eyes.

I didn't expect this girl to be very careful.

After coming up, I have been very obedient not to disturb, trying to minimize my sense of presence, so as not to disturb the old man who closed his eyes to rest.

His body was numb, and the old man dragged his weak body to move slightly, but he didn't expect that such a small, casual movement would also make him cough violently.

An Qianyin was sitting beside her, and upon hearing the movement, she quickly turned around to take care of her.

At this time, the uncle driver also slammed on the brakes, because he was worried about his body, he hurriedly asked about the old man's condition.

"Mr. Gu, are you okay? How are you? Why don't you stop by the side of the road and rest for a while?"

Gu Lao coughed a few more times, then said it was okay, and then leaned back, his old voice was hoarse and weak, "It's okay, you continue to drive...with this girl taking care of it, it's fine."

The uncle in the driver's seat handed over a thermos cup and gave it to An Qianyin, asking her to take care of the old man for a few sips.

An Qianyin opened the thermos, and a bitter smell of medicine came over him. An Qianyin frowned deeply because the smoked An Qianyin was choking.

Seeing An Qianyin's painful look, Gu Lao took it and shook his head amusedly, "I think people of your age have never drank this kind of old medicine."

"Then you are thinking wrong. When I was sick when I was young, my grandfather liked to force me to drink this kind of traditional Chinese medicine, but it was so bitter to me. Now when I smell this smell, it feels like I drank it. It smells very bitter. I even want to drink it." vomit."

Gu Lao smiled and was about to say a few words when he heard the driver yelling at the people outside the car.

(End of this chapter)