Chapter 311

Enough patience.

I really can't bear it any longer

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

She apologized silently, tears falling down, straight on the photo.

……

The weather became colder day by day, and even the last leaf fell from the tree outside the window, full of depression.

Lin Yi hung up the last day's drip and sat on the sofa watching the news of the herdsman on TV. Her eyes faded from her initial pain and became indifferent.

As she watched, she mixed the tea in the cup and stirred it clockwise.

"Kowtow."

The door was knocked twice.

"Come in, please."

Lin Yitou doesn't return to the tunnel either. The door is pushed open from the outside. Mu Xianfeng is sitting in a wheelchair in a dark green double breasted overcoat with a blanket on his knee. He is wearing a mask and only shows his gentle eyes.

Seeing him, Lin Yi stood up from the sofa and said, "Why are you here?"

Recently, it's cold, and the weak Mu Xianfeng can only stay in the heating. He even has a headache when he goes out.

"You're out of hospital today. I'll pick you up." Mu Xianfeng takes off the mask, stands up from the wheelchair, takes a handful of flowers from the bodyguard and walks towards Lin Yi. The smile on Qingjun's face is like a spring breeze. "Congratulations on leaving the hospital."

"Thank you."

Lin Yi put down the cup, took the flowers and held them in his arms. The flowers were bright and there were two beautiful Camellia in the middle. The water vapor fell on them and the color was very beautiful. Mu Xianfeng's attention fell on the cup she put down. The transparent cup was light brown and clean. The jujube slices and hawthorn slices cut into petals floated inside, and the small medlar floated up and down inside, with a shallow aroma floating out.

"Is this tea?"

Mu Xianfeng asked and sat down on the sofa. "Yes, I made hawthorn and red dates tea with rock sugar. It's not astringent. Would you like to try it?" Lin Yi put the flowers aside and handed the cup to him, "health tea can nourish the spleen and stomach, nourish the blood and calm the nerves. It can also stimulate the appetite. After staying in the hospital for a long time, I have no appetite."

"It turns out that you made it for yourself, so I can't rob you."

Mu Xianfeng said with a smile.

"I can drink it at any time. You can taste it for me, and see what needs to be improved." Lin Yidao looked at him expectantly.

"Good." Mu Xianfeng took a sip of the cup and drank it. The taste of the tea was very weak, but after that, a sweet aftertaste came back to the tip of his tongue, but it didn't stop the taste of the tea. It's amazing, "it's the first time I've drunk such a good hawthorn tea. I'll be relieved when you start to study it again."

The way she looked the other day surprised him.

Smell speech, Lin Yi eyes bend up, smile a way, "in fact originally also have no matter, the person wants to look forward."

"It's best if you think so. If you are so good, there will be the best people to match you." Mu Xianfeng looked at her, her eyes deep and warm.

Lin Yi smiles faintly.

Mu Xianfeng drinks tea and raises her eyes. Only then can she find that the news about the herdsmen is on TV. When the herdsmen are at their most swaying moment, they are boycotted everywhere. Jiang Rao's fans often march on the streets.

The economy of the herdsmen has evaporated rapidly. In some places with strong resistance, no one has entered the market of the herdsmen. As a result, online shopping has even led to the emergence of several peers. In the past, they were trampled on by the herdsmen.

Mu Ziliang walked into the building on crutches. The old man's back became more and more serious, and his eyes looking at the camera were not as vivid as before.

Lin Yi sat down and glanced at him faintly.

Mu Xianfeng sighed and said, "Lin Yi, can you work hard and help me prepare some hawthorn tea? I'll send it to my grandfather. He has a bad appetite recently. When he went to the big house last week, he only drank two spoonfuls of porridge. "

"Isn't the old man in good health? I think he's in a bit of a bad state in the news. "

Lin Yi asked.

"My grandfather has been guarding the herdsmen all his life. He has risen and developed to become the head of the four families. The herdsmen have never experienced the present depression. How can my grandfather accept it?" The brow of Mu Xianfeng is locked, some melancholy tunnel.

Lin Yi looked at him and said faintly, "young master, let me say something I shouldn't say. After all, the old man is so old. You should make good use of the time you spend with him if you live one day less."

“……”

Hearing this, Mu Xianfeng turned his eyes and looked at her. After a while, he looked down at the hawthorn tea in the cup and nodded, "I'll think about it."

……

The day after discharge, Lin Yi accompanied Mu Xianfeng to the big house.

Mu Ziliang's physical condition was really bad. He was tired of lying in bed. Instead, he was lying in a rocking chair.

There was a thick blanket in the rocking chair, on which he lay. His face was as thin as firewood, and his wrinkles were too many to stretch. His eyes were turbid and haggard. He coughed from time to time, and at the same time, he was yelling at the housekeeper that the second room and the third room were useless.This is the first time for Lin Yi to step into muziliang's large and gorgeous bedroom, and see such a picture at first sight.

In the past, what Mu Xianfeng asked her to do, she just handed it in. Today, she came in behind Mu Xianfeng.

She wanted to see clearly who had beaten Ying Yongxi and killed Ying Hannian.

The old man on the rocking chair was as thin as a bone, and his hands shaking uncontrollably.

When she saw muziliang, Lin Yi thought of Ying Hannian's cold monument in the cemetery. She didn't understand why a man who had half his body buried in the earth was so cruel

He lives in this comfortable house and enjoys the care of the servants. But behind his back, how many dirty things has he done? Can he count it himself?

Lin Yike controlled his mood, hung his hand on his side, clenched it for a few seconds, then released it and stood by the wall.

"Grandfather." Mu Xianfeng walks over.

"It's not Monday. Why are you here?"

When he saw his eldest grandson, muziliang's anger subsided and his eyes softened.

Now in his family, he likes this eldest grandson who never makes trouble.

"You are not in good health, and I feel uneasy at home. How do you feel today?" Mu Xianfeng sat down on an antique wooden stool and took mu Ziliang's hand with concern.

Muziliang looked at him with some satisfaction and did not answer.

Housekeeper Feng sighed with a bowl of garden vegetable porridge. "Young master, please advise me. I only have two mouthfuls. I can't bear it if I go on like this."

People in their eighties.

Smell speech, Mu Xianfeng then way, "grandfather, my private kitchen recently made Hawthorn red jujube tea is good, appetizer spleen, you try it?"

"Good."

Muziliang nodded and took his hand to sit up from the rocking chair.

Lin Yi is about to come forward with a tray, but housekeeper Feng comes over and shouts out. An elderly doctor came in from the outside. Housekeeper Feng took the hawthorn tea from Lin Yi's tray and asked the doctor, "look, can the old man drink this?"