The school bully pretends to be high-cold

When Xiangyu entered the bedroom of the main house, Xu Youqing stopped outside the door, and Xu Youluo notified both of them.

"Go in and take a look." Xu Youluo just let the two of them pass by without explaining what happened. They should still be wiping Grandpa Jiang's body inside. It's not convenient for Xu Youqing to go in at this time, "Call me if you need to."

"Ah."

When Xiangyu entered the door, he was still carrying a hot water bottle. He colluded with Xu Youluo and left the kitchen under the pretext that Grandpa Jiang's bath water was slightly cold and brought hot water.

"Oh, it's really delivered, what a trouble to Xiao Yu." Grandma Jiang patted her legs in the wheelchair, not wanting to trouble the children to this extent.

"Hey, as soon as I sent a message to ask, Brother Yu really delivered it." Xu Youluo pretended to put the phone in his pocket, reached out to take the hot water bottle from Xiang Yu's hand, leaned closer and whispered: "Look at the back of Grandpa Jiang. .”

Xu Youluo mixed the hot water from the pot into the basin little by little, and asked grandma Jiang Jiang Wensong what kind of water temperature was acceptable. Both of them paid attention to the basin of water, and Xiangyu moved to Grandpa Jiang's side calmly.

The old man sat hunched on the edge of the bed, wearing thick cotton trousers on his lower body, and his upper body was bony and bony. The disease had left traces on the old man's aged face. Move closer and turn slowly.

Xiang Yu was watched by him, and he cast his gaze behind the old man.

Even though the body is skinny, the tattoo is still so lifelike, as if it was deeply engraved on the bone, and the piece of flesh protruding out shows the domineering white tiger mark that is branded there.

'Other stars, two dead and one paralyzed. '

Xu Youqing's words a few hours ago suddenly echoed in his ears.

is that you

Xiang Yu and Grandpa Jiang looked at each other, the depths of the muddy and yellow pupils were fluctuating, through which, it seemed to tell Xiang Yu something.

"Brother Yu?" Jiang Wensong mixed the water in the basin, wrung out the towel until it was half dry, and when he looked up, he saw Xiang Yu standing upright beside his grandfather.

The two looked at each other, and there was a faint light in Xiang Yu's eyes. When Jiang Wensong called him, he came back to his senses, his eyelids touched, and something slid down his cheek.

"Oh, Xiao Yu, why are you crying?" Grandma Jiang took two pieces of paper from the small cabinet next to her, and wanted to hand them over by herself, but the distance between the two of them was too far, so she had to stuff the papers into the empty hand. Xu Youluo, "Xiao Luo, go and see Xiao Yu, why are you still crying?"

Grandma Jiang was full of impatience.

Xu Youluo also did so inexplicably, and stuffed the paper into Xiang Yu's hand, and the latter realized that he was crying after receiving the paper.

"I'm fine." Xiang Yu wiped away his tears, and first comforted the anxious Grandma Jiang, "I just saw Grandpa Jiang, and I miss my family."

Xiang Yu is not good at lying, so naturally he can't reach Xu Youqing's level of lying with his eyes open. He lowered his head and looked erratically, for fear of being seen as lying.

"Grandma was scared to death. Grandma thought something was wrong with you." Grandma Jiang looked at him distressedly, and even wrote a tragic story belonging to Xiang Yu in her mind.

The story of the left-behind children and the widowed elderly living together.

Jiang Wensong didn't know about the situation of Xiang Yu's family. Grandma Jiang asked about Xiang Yu's family. Apart from the relationship between Li Yifan and Xiang Yu, he only said that the other party lived with his grandmother in City B before.

Grandma Jiang thought, maybe the other party once had a grandfather he liked.

"Xiaoyu, don't be sad." Grandma Jiang looked at Grandpa Jiang, her old face was full of tenderness, and she fell into a memory that belonged to the past.

"Don't look at you like Grandpa Jiang. He was very powerful when he was young. Although he was not as tall as you young people now, he was not ambiguous at all when he picked up the hooligans." Speaking of Grandpa Jiang's eyes looking at Xiang Yu She actually turned to Grandma Jiang, her mouth was slightly open and her expression was dull, but she was listening carefully and moved.

When Grandma Jiang saw him like this, the corners of her wrinkled eyes tightened even more, and she felt like she was back in the old days.

"I'm from another province, and I have no one to rely on at home. I met him when I came here to work. Before we got married, he confessed to me that he had a history of cerebral apoplexy before, but he would not do it again. He asked me if I would like to be with him. "Grandma Jiang narrated the stories belonging to their older generation. Xu Youluo Xiangyu listened very carefully. Jiang Wensong listened to these things a lot. When everyone was listening to the story, he silently helped Grandpa Jiang tell the story After wiping the body, put the thick cotton coat on the other party.

"...Later he said that he went out to meet some friends, and ended up getting sick at the wine table, but at least he saved his life. His friend gave a lot of money at the time, saying that he was the one who attracted the wine party, and he was responsible for it. After speaking, Grandma Jiang sighed, "I told him that Lao Jiang had a history of stroke, and he still insisted on giving the money. Thanks to him, our burden of taking care of Lao Jiang these years has not been so great."

Grandma Jiang was still lamenting and thanking the kind friend who gave the money, but only Xiang Yu present knew that the money was Grandpa Jiang's life money.

He clenched his fists for a while, and an unknown irritability rushed to the top of his skull. Xiang Yu wanted to find that person quickly, and gave him a hard punch regardless of his age.

"Huh—" Xiang Yu took a deep breath, trying to suppress the rage in his heart, and found a reason to go out to breathe, "I'll go and see if the meal is ready."

Ignoring Xu Youluo's expression of wanting to stop him from saying something, he left the bedroom and closed the door, only to find Xu Youqing standing beside the wall.

"When are you going to squat in the former Xuanwu in the afternoon?" Xiang Yu has tried very hard to control his emotions, but he can't hold back the low pressure that emanates from his body.

Standing beside him and feeling the rolling air pressure, Xu Youqing was worried that he would be picked up and beaten suddenly, so he adjusted his standing posture and stood up.

"After eating and studying, let's find a reason to escape?" Xu Youqing stared at Xiang Yu's face and tried to propose.

After Xiang Yu nodded, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"I was afraid that you would not do anything to the old man. Now it seems that I am worrying for nothing." The sound insulation effect of this old-fashioned courtyard is surprisingly good. Xu Youqing listened to the wall outside and heard nothing. Grandma told the story without knowing anything.

Looking at Xiangyu's reaction, Xu Youqing thought that he was just upset and wanted to use the other party as a human sandbag, so he asked the system specifically if Bai Hu's punch would kill the old Xuanwu man.

Xiang Yu said, "Grandpa Jiang is the former White Tiger."

"The paralyzed star?" Xu Youqing blinked and said, "I can probably guess it, but I didn't expect it to be the white tiger."

Xiang Yu nodded, thought for a moment, and asked in his head.

-Xiang Yu: After capturing the former Xuanwu, will Grandpa Jiang be okay?

- System: Not sure.

The system also didn't recognize that this crooked old man who was paralyzed and unable to take care of himself was actually the only remaining White Tiger Constellation in the 'vicious incident'.

I don't know if the 'nostalgia' is at work, the system added when Xiang Yu lost hope.

-System: But the system can try its best.

[The author has something to say: Xu Youqing: At that time, the white tiger, the god of war, was less than one meter away from me.

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