Welcome to the world of strange dreams

Fu Minghui really wants to be a strong person.

In response to Luo Zhao's question, he directly joked with some funny words such as "Why are you blushing? You are in high spirits. Why are you white again? You put on wax to protect yourself from the cold."

But in front of Luo Zhao, she no longer knew how to hide it, or was unwilling to hide it, so she continued to poke at the egg and whispered her thoughts and worries in a low voice.

"I'm not too timid anymore. Is it unfounded?" After saying that, I felt a little embarrassed.

"You are prone to mental expansion, that is, you always think of the bad side when things happen, and give concrete words to it." Luo Zhao said seriously, "You will have time to ask Lao Lu in the future, he can give some good suggestions. As for you Things to worry about..."

He looked at her, his calm and firm eyes like a ray of light, shining directly into his panicked heart, "It's not unfounded worries, but if it really happens, I can protect you!"

Fu Minghui looked back at her, barely visible pursed lips, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Inexplicably, I believe this promise so much.

There was a little smile on the corner of Luo Zhao's lips, "Besides, this matter is still in the confidentiality stage. Except for you and me, no one knows about it yet. Including Lao Lu and the others."

After all, when they fought against Tong Xin in the border, only the two of them were present.

At the end of the mission, when submitting a report to the bureau, he would also temporarily conceal it.

He had a strange intuition: the last time Pingfan tested Fu Minghui at the boundary, it seemed to be the behavior of a mole.

But maybe, there is someone else behind the scenes...

"Our secret?" Fu Minghui leaned forward and asked.

Luo Zhao hummed and sat up straight subconsciously.

Recently, he seems not used to her sudden approach, which always makes his body tingle...

Fu Minghui laughed.

In fact, she also felt that she was very naive, why should we keep a secret together, but she was very beautiful in her heart.

In particular, Luo Zhao warned, "In the future, you just need to tell me about the spiritual connection, and you can't mention it among teammates for the time being. It's not that you don't trust it, it's that if too many people know about it, something will go wrong."

Although he sounded so serious and business-like, she still felt sweet in her heart.

No wonder people say that falling in love can lower one's IQ. Now she knows she has become an idiot.

After breakfast, Luo Zhao got busy and stayed in his ward.

Fu Minghui "accidentally" passed by the small garden several times and saw him talking on the phone.

The outdoor view is wider, making it easier to guard against eavesdropping and peeping.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that Zhen Xiaotao's physical body was still here, because Tong Xin had lived here for a long time and his thoughts lingered here, and the mental patient they used before was also nearby, when the situation was actually investigated, They can all evacuate here.

But now, not yet.

But even if he couldn't be at the scene in person, Luo Zhao still had to control the actions outside remotely.

Fu Minghui was very curious about the results of this operation and wanted to know whether it went well or not, but he still suppressed the weeds growing in his heart and waited for orders and results without disturbing Luo Zhao.

After all, she is considered a member of the disciplined forces, and she still needs to have some self-control, although she is still a supernumerary...

But she won't be bored. There are quite a lot of health and wellness activities in the nursing home, and the senior group always invites her to join them. She also played Baduanjin with Grandma Bold.

Just after lunch, she saw Zhen Xiaotao's grandparents coming to visit him again. She quickly stepped forward to say hello and helped them carry their things upstairs.

"Oh, how pitiful."

As she was leaving, she heard the senior group talking in low voices.

"To lose hope at this age is definitely a tragedy in the world."

"At forty, there is no confusion; at fifty, one knows destiny; at sixty, one's ears are attuned; at seventy, one follows one's heart. But they are all eighty years old, let alone follow one's heart. Even if they leave, they still won't be relieved."

"Xiao Fu, say something nice and make them happy every day."

Someone else gave instructions.

Fu Minghui felt heavy, but tried to look cheerful.

The guards on the fourth floor were stricter today, and they stopped her from entering until Grandpa Zhen said that she was a distant grandson who happened to be in this nursing home, and she was let in.

Grandma Zhen still looked weak but strong. Fu Minghui didn't know if it was his own imagination, but it felt like the black air on grandma's face was adding another layer.

Now it seems that it is shrouded in black veil, and the face is not clear.

She thought about Taoist Master Zhixin again and wondered if he could give an accurate answer if he were here.

Although life and death are determined by fate, no one can do anything about it, but there may be other ways to make the elderly less painful...

"Do you want to put it like this?" Fu Minghui helped set up the small table on the hospital bed, opened the lunch box brought by the old man, and placed it on it.

Suddenly, a strong fragrance penetrated the nose.

No wonder the items he took this time were so heavy. They turned out to be food, six boxes in total.

Presumably, they were all liked by Zhen Xiaotao during his lifetime, right?

There is also a box of hot-boiled mutton with good sauce, no vegetable version.

Suddenly I remembered what Grandpa Zhen said, Zhen Xiaotao can make three kilograms of dried mutton slices.

Now it would take a huge miracle for him to even get up and take a piece.

The old couple of the Zhen family have been waiting for this illusory miracle for twenty years, until they are almost exhausted.

Is it perseverance?

No, never overestimate human perseverance.

It's love. Only endless love can have such powerful power.

Fu Minghui suddenly remembered a poem, and his heart ached.

If you wait for me, I will come back.

But you must wait wholeheartedly.

Wait until it rains yellow and snows heavily.

Waiting for the triumphant summer.

Wait until the memory is blurred and the mind is shaken.

Wait until all waiting stops.

I thought about it in my heart, but couldn't think of saying it out loud.

When she found out, the poem had been read, the old man was fine, but the old lady was already in tears.

"Can I still wait until he comes back?" One sentence should be divided into three times.

It’s because I have no strength and is too sad.

"Give me the book and I'll read it to him." Fu Minghui didn't know how to answer, so he just took the book from the old lady's hand. "Maybe the stimulation of unfamiliar sounds will be good for his cerebral cortex reaction."

She really thought so, after all, she had communication with Zhen Xiaotao in the border.

In other words, life and death are shared.

If his physical body could also hear her voice, maybe it would actually have some effect!

The old lady gave her the book, turned around and took advantage of her, wiping away her tears.

Fu Minghui actually saw it, but pretended not to know.

The old man brought a fan and fanned it gently.

It's not that it's hot, but it blows the aroma of the food to Zhen Xiaotao's nose.

"This kid can eat and loves to eat. Maybe..."

"The sense of taste can also be stimulated." Fu Minghui said quickly.

She knew this was wrong, and she wanted to give the old man hope.

However, she really couldn't bear to remain indifferent.

Second update.

I didn't want to add poetry to it, but I really wanted you to know it.

Fortunately, there are not many words.

This is a modern poem that I love very much, and I hope your children will feel the same way.

In fact, 66 is a literary person at heart and has always liked poetry, both ancient and modern.

As long as it's good, I like it.