Time is running out?
Jiang Ning’s heart was shocked.
“I see, you go to rest first.”
He asked the doctor to rest first . He stood there in a trance. After a while, Jiang Ning took a deep breath and walked into the room.
It is hard to imagine that the brave and invincible old urchin three years ago was lying on the bed weakly and lost his former vigor.
“I’m not dead yet, what is your expression?” Th ld naughty boy couldn’t help cursing when he saw Jiang Ning’s expression.
He struggled to sit up, suddenly felt a little weak in his hands, and the expression on his face could not help but gradually solidified, and a trace of loss and helplessness flashed through.
“Feel it?”
Jiang Ning gave a wry smile, “You have to be old.” Th ld naughty boy said nothing.
Lying there, closing his eyes, seemed to feel the changes in his body carefully.
“Hey.” Afte while, he opened his eyes, the loss in his eyes was swept away, with a kind of self-deprecating, “It’s really old.”
“The end is here.” Th ld naughty boy shook his head gently. “It’s a pity, it’s a pity that I haven’t waited until the apprentice grows up, and she is rumored to be a masterpiece of kung fu, hey, it’s a pity.”
Jiang Yao is only three years old and can actually start contacting, but the old naughty boy still refused . He feels distressed because of how painful he is. Before, he vowed to say that when Jiang Yao could walk at the age of one year, he would start teaching her to practice exercises. No matter where he thought of it, until now, he was so spoiled.
Don’t say let Jiang Yao polish the basic skills, doing boring movements, suffering, bleeding and sweating, even if he accidentally bumps into a stone, the stone has to be broken by the old naughty boy.
Jiang Ning could see that even if Jiang Yao grew up, the old naughty boy would never force her. Unless Jiang Yao wanted to learn, the old naughty boy would not be willing to let her suffer.
“How much time do you have? Wu Ranshan flicked at you?”
Jiang Ning asked.
This is probably only the old naughty boy himself knowing this best.
“Counting it out, I’m over two hundred years old and I’ve lived to the end.” Th ld naughty boy said, “The body is decayed and the blood is deficient. I can barely support it for half a year.”
Thinking of this, he felt helpless.
“I haven’t been able to spend more time with Jiang Yao.” Th ld naughty boy is not afraid of death, nor does he care about life and death. In his life, he is chic and magnanimous, and he has a happy life. He has never cared about false names, if it weren’t for the revenge of being killed by greedy wolves. , He has long finished being chic, and he is dead.
At that time, he had nothing to worry about, a happy day is a day, but now, he is concerned about it.
It’s hard to let go of the concerns.
Jiang Ning didn’t speak, he didn’t know what to say.
For half a year, it was already a very extravagant thing for the old naughty boy, but for Jiang Yao, she was so young that she had to go through the separation, and Jiang Ning felt a little sad.
“Master! Master!”
Outside the room, Jiang Yao’s milky voice came.
She ran in with red eyes and rushed to the bed, apparently crying for a long time, making the old naughty boy distressed, and struggling to sit up, stroking Jiang Yao’s little head.
“Ouch, Yaoyao, don’t cry, don’t cry, Master is not dead hy are you crying?” “You two, don’t droop your faces, I can’t die again!”
He glanced at Jiang Ning, hoping Jiang Ning would cooperate , Don’t make Jiang Yao sad.
Seeing Jiang Yao turning his head to look at him, Jiang Ning nodded: “Well, that’s right, your master is okay, just fainted from hunger.”
He randomly found a reason.
Three-year-old children may not be able to express themselves, but they are actually very smart. They know everything, can understand, and have some awareness. Although they don’t know what death means, knowing that death means leaving.
It means that you will never see it in the future.
“I want Master!”
Jiang Yao slumped, with a hint of crying in her voice, clutching the hand of the old naughty boy, tears rolled down like pearls, the more she said her sadness, the louder she cried.
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