He and Slag Gong Bai Yueguang [Transmigration Book]

Xiao Chuyi and Ms. Qiu were discharged from the hospital on the same day.

Originally, the hospital advised Ms. Qiu to stay in the hospital for rest, but she didn't like to stay in the hospital, so she asked to be discharged and go home not long after waking up.

It was the same with her in the past, but if she can still move, she is more inclined to go home to recuperate.

The hospital has become accustomed to this, and just wished her nanny some precautions as usual, and approved the discharge application.

It just so happened that Xiao Chuyi packed his things on the same day and went through the discharge procedures. Before leaving the house, he remembered that he hadn't had time to visit Ms. Qiu, so he took the opportunity to turn around, and bumped into them halfway.

Sheng Yuhang originally came to pick up Xiao Chuyi, but when he saw Ms. Qiu was discharged from the hospital, he naturally sent her back first.

Since the wish to visit the other party had not yet been fulfilled, and with Ms. Qiu's invitation, Xiao Chuyi simply went back with her.

Another reason is that Sheng Yuhang has to pick up three children home from school.

When Ms. Qiu returned home, she half-lyed on the bed, staring leisurely at the scenery outside the window. She didn't look very sad or worried, but she was alone, so she inevitably seemed a little lonely.

The nanny wanted to prepare dinner, so she asked Xiao Chuyi to accompany Ms. Qiu.

Xiao Chuyi nodded in response.

He is not familiar with Ms. Qiu, and the time he came with Sheng Yuhang, he didn't say much in total. When it comes to impressions, most of them are admiration with a sense of distance.

But on the one hand, Ms. Qiu has a kind personality, and she is also kind to him, a stranger of the younger generation; on the other hand, she is An Ziyue's parent, so it cannot be said that she has nothing to do with him at all.

So when he sat down in a corner of the room, although it was unavoidable that he was a little strange and cramped, it was much more natural than when he came last time.

"Is Teacher Xiao better?"

Ms. Qiu's voice drew Xiao Chuyi's attention back.

"It's nothing serious, just pay attention a little bit, don't exercise vigorously and you'll be fine." Xiao Chuyi recovered and replied.

He also wanted to pay respects to the other party's body, but looking at her pale and weak face, he remembered what Sheng Yuhang had said to him—Ms. Qiu was now like a candle in the wind, so those greetings seemed a bit mean.

Faced with such a situation, the seemingly ordinary greeting has become a taboo. Although the other party may not care about it, I still feel uneasy.

Xiao Chuyi was speechless for a while, but fortunately, Ms. Qiu seemed to realize this and changed the subject on her own initiative.

"Can you play the piano?" Ms. Qiu asked, "The last time I saw you coming, I seemed to like the piano very much."

Ms. Qiu turned her gaze to the piano in the room.

Xiao Chuyi also looked over, his eyes paused for a moment, softened a little, nodded: "I have learned."

Ms. Qiu looked at him: "Then can you play it for me?"

Her eyes were gentle, not like a strong and urgent request, but with some kind of unknown encouragement.

Under such tolerant eyes, Xiao Chuyi's heart trembled slightly, with some surprise and apprehension.

Ms. Qiu is not young anymore, she is several rounds older than him in two lifetimes, and she is a real old man.

The old man traveled far and wide when he was young, and experienced countless things in the world. Today, he has read all the sails, leaving only a transparent heart and a pair of peaceful eyes.

She may have seen something.

Xiao Chuyi was instinctively nervous and embarrassed, but soon he was relieved. He looked down at his white and slender hands, and then nodded.

"it is good."

As the big boss of the company, Sheng Yuhang is rarely willful, so he directly took his annual leave, so he is really free recently.

More than enough to pick up and drop off the kids to and from school.

When seeing Sheng Yuhang, Sheng Jianghe was quite disappointed.

"Why hasn't Teacher Xiao been discharged from the hospital yet?" Sheng Jianghe sighed, "It's too pitiful to be unable to breathe fresh air every day in the hospital. So shall we go to the hospital to see him later?"

"No need." Sheng Yuhang waved to An Ziyue and Cheng Sijia who came out from behind, "Your driver asked for leave today, I'll take you back home."

Sheng Jianghe climbed into the car, continued to frown and sigh, and the two little girls greeted Sheng Yuhang politely, and they also got into the back row together, exchanging something in a low voice.

Sheng Yuhang didn't pay much attention to the children's little secrets, and concentrated on driving.

An Ziyue and Cheng Sijia whispered for a while, then leaned on the backrest and asked, "Is my grandma discharged from the hospital?"

Sheng Yuhang responded warmly: "Well, I just went back today. Don't worry too much, the doctor said that the situation is okay for the past two days."

"Oh." An Ziyue immediately felt relieved, but she didn't sit back, but tilted her head while hugging the backrest, and pondered for a moment, "Uncle Xiao Sheng, can we stop at the intersection ahead?"

"Yes." Sheng Yuhang responded with a good temper, "What's the matter?"

"I want to buy flowers." An Ziyue replied.

The car stopped slowly on the side of the road, and after getting off the car next to it, it was facing a flower shop.

When Sheng Yuhang parked his car and followed, several children had already entered the door.

"I want this, and the pink one over there, and lilies, lots and lots of lilies—"

An Ziyue's movements were extremely proficient, and she ordered several kinds of flowers with a single glance.

Cheng Sijia was similar to Sheng Yuhang who came in later. She didn't do much research on this, and could only look at different kinds of flowers with a blank face.

Sheng Jianghe drooped his head and lacked interest, he only moved his eyes slightly to scan left and right, as if he was thinking about whether to buy a few flowers or not.

Seeing that they were puzzled, Sheng Jianghe slowly walked over to his uncle who had been abroad all year round and didn't understand the situation, and explained a few words in a low voice.

"It's customary for An Ziyue to buy flowers for her grandma and celebrate her discharge from the hospital..."

Sheng Yuhang understood.

After all, An Ziyue was young and her family conditions were not bad, so she couldn't do anything if she wanted to do her best, so she could only use this to express her inner worries and joys.

After retirement, Ms. Qiu is a very sentimental person. From piano to flowers and plants, they are all her favorite things.

Two years earlier, when she could get up and walk by herself, her favorite thing to do was to take care of the small garden in the courtyard, as well as the display of small ornaments at home.

Every time Sheng Yuhang went to her house before, he could always see vases and flowers in various places.

When it was difficult for her to get up, the maintenance work was handed over to other people, and the flowers in the vase were turned into fake flowers, because the nanny was worried that the smell of pollen and flowers would affect the quality of the indoor air, which would be bad for Ms. Qiu's health.

But occasionally there are times when you can indulge. For example, every time you come back from the hospital, even the nanny can't bear to refuse the kindness of a little girl.

Ms. Qiu liked lilies the most when she was young, and An Ziyue would always buy her a large bouquet of lilies every time.

The clerk seemed to have known An Ziyue for a long time, and was greeting her with a smile. While binding the bouquet according to her request, he handed over a greeting card for her to write her own words of blessing.

Sheng Jianghe was a little hesitant, stretched out his hand and pulled his uncle's sleeve, and asked in a low voice, "Shall we buy some flowers too? It doesn't seem good to go empty-handed."

"Did you buy so much to eat at home?" Sheng Yuhang poked his little nephew's forehead, "Ziyue sending it off is called filial piety, and you are called adding chaos. Don't worry, it's not up to you, a child, to worry about such things .”

Sheng Jianghe covered his forehead and stared at Sheng Yuhang: "Don't poke me all the time, or are you responsible for affecting my IQ? I want to sue Teacher Xiao!"

Sheng Yuhang chuckled, his cold eyes swept over, Sheng Jianghe trembled, and closed his mouth.

It's amazing to engage in objects.

No, it's not done yet.

Ha ha.

Sheng Jianghe comforted himself silently in his heart, and incidentally expressed his contempt for these dirty adults with silence.

But after not stopping for a while, he said as if thinking of something again: "I can buy it for Teacher Xiao, isn't he also discharged from the hospital?"

Sheng Yuhang responded lightly: "En."

Seeing his uncle's indifferent reaction, Sheng Jianghe curled his lips and refused to look at him, thinking that this man is really boring, and he doesn't even know how to give gifts to please people.

He deserved to have such a face and still can't find a partner until now.

While Sheng Jianghe despised his uncle's EQ in an old-fashioned way, he continued to think about what gift to give to celebrate Teacher Xiao's discharge from the hospital.

How about a carnation?

But even though this is also a flower for the teacher, I always feel that there is something wrong with it on this occasion.

And the others... just seem too ordinary.

Sheng Jianghe's eyes flicked across a large area of ​​roses of different colors, and stopped on a few orange flowers with special shapes.

"Boss, what kind of flower is that?"

"Boss, check out."

Sheng Jianghe's question overlapped with Sheng Yuhang's words.

"That's a bird of paradise, also called Strelitzia." The boss had just handed the packaged words to An Ziyue, and when he heard that, he glanced back at the bunch of orange-red words and replied.

Then she turned back and looked at the man who was about to pay: "Uh..."

The appearance of the man in front of him is undoubtedly outstanding, and with the flower on his hand, people can't help but want to glue their eyes to it, and there is nothing left but admiration for the beauty.

So much so that the boss was stunned for a long time before recovering from the repeated inquiries from the other party.

She looked at the flower in the man's hand, was stunned again, and reminded in a low voice: "This is not suitable for giving to patients..."

It is not suitable for an elderly person.

The boss has been running a flower shop for many years, seeing all kinds of funerals, ceremonies, and bloody love affairs, and his mind is like a black hole.

In the blink of an eye, she had already imagined a drama of love, hatred, dog blood, and blood, and the eyes she looked at the person in front of her became more and more subtle, full of "this person is so good-looking, why is he so heavy", "No, love doesn't matter I can't despise him whether he is noble or humble", "but he looks really good-looking" and so on.

Sheng Jianghe was completely ignored, and immediately ran back, lying on the counter and looking at his uncle's hands curiously.

Hearing the clerk's reminder, he almost thought that his uncle had a brain twitch and directly took some unlucky flowers such as white chrysanthemums, and wanted to take the opportunity to "educate" him a few words.

But when he saw the red flower, he got stuck, and only a few words remained in his mind——

Heh, adults.

That is a rose.

"I know." Sheng Yuhang smiled at the boss.

His tone was gentle, and his words were full of tenderness, his brows and eyes seemed to be coated with a layer of soft light, filled with the galaxy outside the sky.

"It's for the ones you like," he said.

With just one glance, the boss froze in the distance, holding his beating little heart silently lost in thought.

This time, it wasn't just because of the impact of the other party's appearance, but the soreness in the heart of the girl who hadn't seen her for a long time.

The person in front of me is very gentle, but all the focus and love are given to another person who is not here.

"It's for the ones you like," he said.

It must be someone special, special favorite.

The boss judged so.

The author has something to say:

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