My right eye is a god-level computer.

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He pushed the door open and stood straight at the door.

This sound brought the cranky Qin Changhe back to reality.

For a moment, sweat broke out on his forehead.

Outsiders can't understand the feelings in his heart.

Qin Changhe took two steps back.

In my impression, this is the only time he flinched until now.

But Brother Liu grabbed his arm, looked forward, raised his head and said, "If you don't go in today, you will regret it forever."

Qin Changhe's body trembled slightly.

He hesitated for a moment.

He glanced at Brother Liu and nodded slightly.

He stretched his head to look into the ward again.

The room was 5 meters away from him, and the door was facing a bright window.

It was noon.

The sun was just hovering outside the window.

The harsh sunlight scatter down, illuminating the room brightly and lively.

The white bed and the white quilt seemed to be dyed with a layer of golden brilliance.

In a trance.

The dark corridors are like hell, and the bright wards are like heaven.

Qin Changhe vaguely saw a thin figure lying on the hospital bed, unable to see the face clearly, only the strands of crystal clear silver hair reflected by the sun.

Brother Liu walked forward.

Qin Changhe, who was like a sculpture, came back to his senses and followed silently.

Four people walked into the room.

I saw the figure on the bed covered with a white quilt, and his head sank into the soft pillow.

Qin Guanggang was about to speak.

But he saw Qin Changhe looking at the bedside, a pair of red embroidered shoes neatly arranged, his eyes were straight, and his body froze.

Qin Guang whispered: "Grandma is very good at embroidery. This is a pair of shoes she made for herself, but grandma has been unable to walk for three years."

"These shoes are arranged according to her wishes. She should hope that one day, she can wear them on her feet again..."

Qin Changhe waved his hand suddenly, "I know these things better than you."

Everyone fell silent suddenly.

Qin Changhe said: "The flowers on the shoes are called bell flowers. The flowers are beautiful, but the fruit is poisonous."

"Xiaolan used to use the bell fruit to vomit and diarrhea a group of little devils."

"She said that she is a bell flower. She is beautiful and can beat devils."

Qin Changhe's eyes suddenly became moist.

"She put these shoes on, not to wear them."

"She said that if one day she is taken away by someone, she will find a way to put a bell flower embroidered by herself at the door."

"If my troops come by, they'll know she's there and can save her."

Qin Changhe's body trembled even more violently.

Walk towards the hospital bed.

But outside the ward, a nurse with a hurried expression suddenly walked in.

The nurse frowned, and said in a low voice, "Why are there so many people coming in?! Grandma Zhao is in a very bad condition now, it may happen at any time... You all get out!"

Qin Changhe clutched his chest tightly when he heard these words.

Brother Liu winked.

Qin Guang sighed, and half-pushed the nurse to the door.

And Qin Changhe.

On the other hand, he approached the bed a little absent-mindedly.

He saw the face.

Already scrawny, with lines and age spots on his face and silver hair.

but.

Years make people old, but they can't hide the outline of the facial features.

Qin Changhe's world turned upside down.

Suddenly a world away.

In that era, there were not so many materialistic desires and temptations.

If you make a love, it's a lifetime.

To put it bluntly, it is to face your lover with a heart like still water.

To put it a bit romantically, it means that you will never change your promise until death.

Qin Changhe saw his woman with his own eyes, from a young girl to gray-haired in an instant.

It's like the world is ending.

She is Xiaolan.

Sad emotions gushed out instantly like sea water bursting a bank.

Qin Changhe squatted beside the bed, held Zhao Lan's old palm, and slowly lowered his head.

I couldn't help crying, but my shoulders trembled.

The eyelids of the old man on the bed trembled slightly.

Zhao Lan, who had been in a coma for 7 days, suddenly woke up.

Even the nurse outside the door was stunned.

She opened her eyes very slowly. The once bright eyes had become cloudy now.

I don't know if she can see the person in front of her clearly.

"Xiao Guang, you are here."

Zhao Lan spoke, her voice was very weak, but she still squeezed out a smile.

Qin Guang and Qin Changhe look so much alike.

The man held Xiaolan's hand and tried his best not to shed tears, "I'm Qin Changhe."

Zhao Lan didn't have enough breath, but she still gave a loving smile, "Silly boy, that's your grandfather's name."

The man stared hard, tears finally flowed down, "I'm Qin Changhe."

Zhao Lan shook her head slightly, "He's out on a mission."

Qin Changhe was silent.

There are no 70-year missions in this world.

Xiaolan, how could she be so stupid.

suddenly.

Zhao Lan said with a lonely expression, "He won't come back."

Qin Changhe burst into tears silently.

He looked at the embroidered shoes beside the bed, and gently picked them up, "Xiao Lan, let me put on your shoes for you."

Qin Changhe lifted the quilt under Zhao Lan's feet.

A pair of wrinkled little feet were exposed.

With tears in his eyes, Qin Changhe said with a smile, "Xiaolan, your feet are already so small, smaller than Eryan at the head of the village. You must be the most beautiful girl in the village."

Zhao Lan's expression suddenly froze.

A layer of water mist condensed from the cloudy eyes, and a little starlight seemed to light up in the depths of the pupils.

In the old society, there was a custom that as soon as a girl was born, she would wrap the soles of her feet with cloth strips to make them deformed and unable to grow up. This is called foot binding, commonly known as bound feet.

The old saying "Lianbu Pingting" and the adjective "little-footed old lady" all come from this.

In the concept at that time, the smaller a girl's feet were, the more beautiful she was.

Qin Changhe said slowly: "These children don't know what it means to bind their feet, and they don't even know how to wear shoes."

Qin Changhe picked up an embroidered shoe.

Buckled on Zhao Lan's toes.

Then gently massage the soles of his feet.

"You said, your little feet hurt when you put on shoes."

"So, the most comfortable way is to wear it while massaging."

"Xiao Lan, I have worn embroidered shoes for you hundreds of times."

Chapter 671 I've Been Waiting For A Long Time

The old Zhao Lan.

I do not know why.

The cloudy eyes became clearer and clearer.

It seemed that the thick fog that had been hidden in it for many years suddenly dispersed.

She moved her gaze inch by inch, looking at the man who was facing her sideways and wearing embroidered shoes for herself.

The lacrimal glands also suddenly revived.

A line of clear tears flowed down his cheeks slowly.

Her voice was very low, and she said softly, "Chang He, I have worked very hard these past few years."

"Ugh..."

"Tell me, I don't know how to do it."

"You can get lost in a plane."

"Xiao Lan has been waiting for a long time."

Qin Changhe turned sideways, his voice sounded like he was joking, but his face was full of tears.

After massaging one foot, he slowly put the embroidered shoe on.

"take a look."

"It's worth it."

Zhao Lan slowly closed her eyes.

Ding...

An alarm sounded in the room, and the display of Zhao Lan's heart rate instrument and life detector returned to zero.

"grandmother!"

Hearing the sound, Qin Guang rushed into the house, yelled in great grief, knelt down beside the bed, and began to cry.

Many doctors and nurses also came after hearing the news.

An attending physician hurriedly checked Zhao Lan's condition.

In the end, he said silently: "She left, very peacefully."