Chapter 414

Jingling.

The internal telephone on the table rang spontaneously in the quiet space, and then a thin white hand picked up the microphone.

Qiao Ansheng shoved the microphone on his shoulder, turned his head, and some of them were worried. They held the phone between their cheeks and shoulders. In their hands, they kept turning over the report: "Hello, Xiao Zhang, what's the matter?"

"Mr. Qiao, here is your express..."

Qiao Ansheng said inexplicably, "my express?"

Xiao Zhang also hesitated. After all, in her cognition, Qiao Ansheng's clothes alone are enough for her half a year's salary. It doesn't look like someone who needs online shopping.

But she stared at the big paper box, confirmed it again and nodded: "yes, Mr. Qiao, your name is really written on it."

Qiao Ansheng's movements stopped.

What she wants on weekdays will be specially given to her, or specially tailored for her, so she rarely uses online shopping.

How can there be express delivery without shopping?

Is it Qin Yanchen?

Qiao Ansheng held his chin and signed his name on the document. The idea came out and soon rejected it.

The man who doesn't even know how to use microblog doesn't look like a person who can use those shopping software.

Who sent her the express?

Xu was threatened by someone last time. This time, Qiao Ansheng had an eye for things of unknown origin. She held the microphone and continued: "look at the sender's address first. Where is it?"

Xiao Zhang Yiyan glanced: "it seems to be sent from some hospital in the suburbs."

As soon as Qiao Ansheng heard the address, he was very familiar. He searched in his mind and suddenly remembered that this was the name of the hospital where she lived at that time?

Qiao Ansheng just had some hindsight reaction: "ah, I see. It's the old man."

It turned out that at that time, after Qiao Ansheng learned some information about the events of that year from the old man who managed the archives, he was ready to go

Suddenly, the old man seemed to think of something. He pulled Qiao Ansheng's arm, and his face was filled with emotion.

"Hey, little girl, wait a minute. Lin Qing left some things here. Wait for me to find them. Take them back and burn them to Lin Qing."

The old man took off his hat and showed his snow-white hair. He bent his back and looked very sad.

"That girl is kind-hearted. She always comes to help me do something when she is in the hospital. She shouldn't be so miserable. She left these things when she was discharged from the hospital. I can't contact her. She has always stayed in my hand..."

He took a serious look at Qiao Ansheng: "since you came for her today, take it back for her."

The old man said, released Qiao Ansheng's hand, turned back tremblingly, and took the trouble to drag a large box full of lockers from the table.

In the end, he is a little old. He has been struggling with the information he has been tossing with Qiao Ansheng for so long. At the moment, he still has to support his spirit and bend down to look through the pile of sundries.

"Ah, is it aunt Lin Qing's luggage?"

Qiao Ansheng only thought it was the clothes and other things Lin Qing left here. When he gathered together, he saw that the old man was struggling to bend down, so he took the initiative to help him find them together.

It was a pity for the old man that the two men searched the box, and Qiao Ansheng, under the old man's command, successively looked for several other places.

They almost had to go through the whole house, but the thing belonging to Lin Qing in the old man's mouth was still missing.

Qiao Ansheng didn't care much, but the old man looked worried.

He was a little anxious in the room, like ants on a hot pot. His face was full of wrinkles and could not hide his anxiety. He couldn't help saying, "how could... How could he not find it? I put it here. "

The old man was full of remorse, his shoulders couldn't help shaking, and his thin and dry body curled up in the pile of sundries, still turning in it.

Qiao Ansheng couldn't bear it. She went over and helped the old man.

"It's normal that you can't find it after such a long time. Don't be too sad."

The old man shook his head and bent down for a long time. He had some uneven breathing and his face was purplish blue.

Qiao Ansheng was startled when he saw that he was not looking right. He quickly helped the old man to the table and sat down.

The old man held the chair and sat down trembling. He couldn't find what he wanted. He covered his chest and sighed there with a sad face.

Qiao Ansheng stuffed his enamel cup into his hand and patted him on the back. He couldn't help comforting him: "really, uncle, don't care too much. Aunt Lin Qing has gone now. No matter what it is, it doesn't mean much to her."

The old man took up his tea cup and poured water. He sat there and adjusted his breathing for a long time.

He glanced at Qiao Ansheng, shook his head, and the wrinkles between his eyebrows continued: "but I'm sorry. You say, if those things are important to the girl, I've delayed her for so many years, she won't blame me again."

Qiao Ansheng lost his smile, dark eyebrows and soft voice.

"Where do you want to go? Aunt Lin Qing is not like that."

The old man shook his head and wrinkled his eyes: "old, useless, but don't worry, I'll find it for you!"

Seeing that his attitude was so firm and the green veins on his stubborn hands burst from his thin wrist one by one, it seemed that he was making a solemn promise.

The old man who has lived most of his life, I'm afraid he can't resist. Qiao Ansheng knows he can't refuse. He simply doesn't mention it anymore. He just stands aside to comfort him.

It just backfired

No matter how the old man racked his brains to think, he never thought of the storage place of that thing.

The old man had to reluctantly let Qiao Ansheng come back another day.

However, Qiao Ansheng calculated the date, and it was time for her to leave the hospital. She could only tell the old man that she would send someone to pick it up, but the old man refused. Qiao Ansheng had no way, so she left an address for the old man.

If the old man really found Lin Qing's things.

According to the address, she will help burn it to Lin Qing.

She didn't have any hope about what happened more than 20 years ago. Who knows that the old man really found it.

What did Lin Qing leave in the hospital?

Qiao Ansheng thought. Somehow, a strange feeling rose in his heart.