Welcome to the world of strange dreams

Fu Minghui couldn't help but take a serious look at the old man.

I saw that the old man was fine. Although the white hair on his head was very sparse, it was neatly combed and he had a pair of glasses on his face.

He was just stooped, due to his age, but more importantly, it made Fu Minghui feel that he was bent down by the hardships of life and the seemingly hopeless hope...

Inexplicably, she felt a sore nose and felt very sympathetic.

She is a very soft-hearted person. In Hua Chan's words: she can't stand the suffering in the world. Now, even my heart is tightening.

Besides, the old lady looked very bad.

Very thin, so thin that he lost his appearance.

Although some elderly people have poor gastrointestinal problems, or are thin and underweight due to aging and disease, this is never the case.

The old lady's clothes were also neat and clean, but maybe because she was too thin, she looked very small. Standing next to the tall old man, she looked even less energetic.

The thing is, her skin tone is very dark.

It was not waxy as in the traditional view, but seemed to be covered with a layer of black air. Only the eyes were still bright.

Fu Minghui suddenly remembered the information he had received before: the old lady was seriously ill.

At this time, she actually felt a little scared, and her heart was shaking.

Because she felt that the old lady was not seriously ill, but was about to die...

There were so many thoughts in her heart and mind, but it was only a short time before the elevator reached the second floor.

It was also because this was a nursing home, only four floors high, and the people living there were either patients or the elderly, so the elevator was slow, giving her time to observe.

"Are you going to leave?" The old man couldn't help asking gently when he saw her stunned.

I obviously saw that she pressed the button on the second floor.

Fu Minghui hesitated and pressed the door-close button again.

"I see that the thing you are carrying is very heavy. Let me help you." She quickly extended her hand to the old man.

The old man was holding a bag in one hand, and his fingers were all white. It was obviously very heavy.

And it should be important, too, because even then, he didn't put the bag on the ground.

In fact, the conditions of the nursing home are good, including the sanitary conditions. The elevators, corridors, wards and public areas are all very clean.

But the old man still carried it.

And his other hand was supporting the old lady.

The old lady looked very weak, with almost half of her body weight resting on her husband's arms.

"No, no, no need to trouble you, I can do it." The old man refused.

But Fu Minghui couldn't help but take the bag and said softly, "Don't worry, I will be careful and will never get it dirty or damaged."

"Then, thank you, you are so kind." The old lady said quickly, even her voice was weak.

The old man did feel that it was hard. Although he was still very embarrassed, his wife accepted Fu Minghui's kindness after speaking.

After all, if you walk from the elevator, Ward 403 is equivalent to the corridor.

"It doesn't matter." Fu Minghui smiled and waved, "I don't have grandparents myself, so I like the elderly."

After a friendly chat, Fu Minghui saw that the old lady was not energetic, so he stopped talking. Fortunately, he also arrived on the fourth floor.

She had to say, that bag was really heavy.

Normally, she would have complained that her arm was broken or something like that, and would have cried. But today, in order to reassure the old man, she had to pretend to be taking it lightly.

The security guard guarding this floor was no longer the aunt from before, but he naturally knew Mr. and Mrs. Zhen. Seeing that Fu Minghui was wearing a hospital gown and carrying a big bag, he knew he was here to help, so he didn't stop him at all.

After entering the ward again, Fu Minghui paid special attention to make sure that he no longer felt the flow of fresh air.

Instead, it was lifeless.

It just has an inexplicable stale taste and no life at all.

"Just put the bag on the table. Don't carry it. It's too heavy." The old man helped the old lady sit down on the chair and immediately said hurriedly.

Fu Minghui did as he was told. When he passed by the bed, he felt that the old lady's breathing sound was broken, and her lungs were about to be destroyed, which made her sigh even more.

"Grandpa, I think you should open the window?" She suggested hesitantly, "The weather is good today, the temperature is high and there is no wind, so Zhen Xiaotao will not be blown. And it is always a bit bad to use the air conditioner to adjust the room temperature."

Seeing that the old couple was stunned, he added, "Letting the natural air in might be good for Zhen Xiaotao. According to Taoist theory, people still need to receive some Qi..."

She glanced at the equipment monitoring vital signs...

All she could say was that it was very stable.

But does this count as life? But the body is still there, and the breathing is there or not. What's more, it's the cold and rhythmic beeping sound from the instrument.

But if one day or at what time, the beep turns into a long, straight sound, it will be the real end of the world for this old couple.

In fact, they were exhausted for a long time, and they were just holding on for the sake of their grandson.

"I think this girl is right." The old lady raised her hand and wiped away her sweat, "I'm getting hot from walking."

The old man hesitated and followed the instructions.

The moment the window opened, the three living people couldn't help but take a few deep breaths. And they all felt that the energy in the whole room was flowing.

It is clearly invisible and intangible, but the wind blows gently, like a pair of soothing hands, giving everyone a brief moment of comfort.

Anger seemed to flow in too.

Otherwise, based on the previous situation, it would be as if this room was a tomb or a coffin.

Fu Minghui even saw that the old couple closed their eyes almost at the same time, enjoying this rare happiness in the world.

For them, being able to breathe this breath of fresh air is already happiness.

For some people, happiness is that simple.

This made Fu Minghui feel ashamed. She had experienced a violent beating in her life, and she almost lost her loved ones and lifelong friends overnight.

But she can live a good life without working, is young and healthy, and is better than many people.

Now, she still has Luo Zhao and his team, Toothless, and Hua Chan, so what right does she have to feel that she doesn't want to live anymore? Do you feel that life is meaningless and that there is no purpose for living?

How many people, like Zhen Xiaotao in front of them, and even damn Tong Xin, are trying hard to get a chance to live.

"Do you know my grandson?" the old lady asked after finally regaining her breath.

She had realized it before, but had no strength to speak.

Fu Minghui nodded, "I heard it from people in the hospital. And..."

She started to make up random things because she thought it would make the old man happy. "Before, when my father taught me to be a good person, he used to encourage me with the city's bravery award for so many years. From there, I saw your grandson. He He is a young hero and I admire him.”

First update.

I'm going camping today. It's my first time camping, but unfortunately it's the kind where I don't stay overnight.

It should be fun.