Chapter 416

Put the hot cup into the hands of the old lady sitting in front of the TV. Jiang Chan opened his mouth with a smile: "drink some honey water to warm up my body. I'll cook dinner now and have dinner in an hour."

When she touched the old lady's cold hand, Jiang Chan felt a trace of pain in her heart. This is not the original owner's emotion, but her own.

A lonely old man, his children are not around, his old companion died early, and there is no dog or cat to accompany him. He is lonely all day. It's really pathetic.

No one asked me how warm the porridge was, and no one stood with me at dusk. It was full of sobs. These thoughts lingered in her mind. The action on Jiang Chan's hand kept flying. Two pots, one for soup and the other for cooking, slipped up.

The aroma of the meal gradually spread to the outside. The old lady who used to be like a wooden stake slowly turned her head and looked at the kitchen. Looking down at the hot cup in her hand again, the old lady hesitated and drank a mouthful of hot tea.

Sweet honey water with a trace of citric acid, slightly hot tea down the throat, as if the whole body was warm. The old lady's brain, which had not been used for a long time, slowly began to work.

More than 40 minutes later, Jiang Chan put three dishes and one soup on the table: "Mom, it's time for dinner."

Seeing the old lady sitting there motionless, Jiang Chan was not angry. She came to take away the cup without much temperature in the old lady's hand, and then helped the old lady to sit down at the table.

Jiang Chan quickly filled a bowl of bone soup for the old lady: "drink some hot soup first. I won't go after I come back this time. I've been with you all the time."

The old lady lowered her eyebrows as if she hadn't heard what Jiang Chan said. She would eat whatever she brought her. A bowl of soup and half a bowl of rice, Jiang Chan touched the old lady's stomach: "well, don't eat the rest, otherwise you can't eat your intestines and stomach at night."

When Jiang Chan said this, the old lady put down her chopsticks and looked very obedient. Jiang Chan took a deep breath. The old lady is very serious. It seems that she should take her to the doctor earlier.

After dinner, Jiang Chan helped the old lady walk in the living room for more than 20 minutes, telling her what she had seen and heard in the city and her plan after she came back.

"Don't we have an old house in the countryside? I think so. I plan to live in the old house with you in the future. Now how convenient the Internet is. I'll write novels and videos online in the future. It's also promising."

"At that time, I will plant fruit trees in front of and behind the house, so that we can enjoy flowers and eat fresh fruit all year round. If you are afraid of loneliness, we will keep two dogs and a cat."

Listening to Jiang Chan's description, the old lady's eyes turned and looked fresh. Seeing that the old lady's eating place was almost the same, Jiang Chan helped her to the bedroom.

"I'll make the bed for you. It's a cold day. I have to cover it more. I'll get some hot water to soak your feet later. I've learned some new massage techniques. I'll knead it for you later to ensure you have a good sleep tonight."

The old lady was silent and kept silent. Jiang Chan didn't feel embarrassed when she talked to herself. After talking for an hour or so, Jiang Chan said his mouth was dry.

Holding the old lady to sit down by the bed, Jiang Chan turned on the TV. This time she found a children's cartoon and listened to children's words. It was noisy, which also slightly dispelled some loneliness in the house.

After serving the old lady, Jiang Chan asked the old lady to take a picture. The old lady was very obedient and asked to lie down. After cleaning her hands, Jiang Chan stood still by the bed and pressed her hands on the old lady's shoulder and neck.

The massage of traditional Chinese medicine is still very powerful. As a senior traditional Chinese medicine, Jiang Chan naturally knows this well. A massage and pinch completely opened the old lady's shoulder and neck.

Within twenty minutes, the old lady fell into a deep sleep. Hearing the old lady's subtle breathing, Jiang Chan stopped. When her eyes swept to the small bottle on the bedside table, Jiang Chan frowned.

Isn't that a sleeping pill? In her previous life, the old lady died today after taking a lot of sleeping pills. She was found several days after her death.

Jiang Chan lowered her eyebrows and eyes and gently pulled open the drawer. There were several bottles of sleeping pills in the drawer. Is the old lady so serious? Aware of the guilt at the bottom of her heart, Jiang Chan closed her eyes and pressed down the emotion that didn't belong to her.

Turning the old lady over, Jiang Chan squatted by the bed and looked at the old lady Feng Yuan carefully. It's an old lady. In fact, Feng Yuan is only 58 years old.

After all, the original owner Qiu Xin was only 27 years old at this time. Qiu Feng, Qiu Xin's father, died unexpectedly when Qiu Xin was 15 years old. Feng Yuan took Qiu Xin alone.

After graduating from Qiuxin University, he stayed in the financial city and worked under great pressure. He can only come back on New Year's Eve.

On weekdays, Feng Yuan was at home alone. When Feng Yuan had not retired before, he was better and could talk to others.

When she retired and had nothing to do, the old lady was completely idle. Suddenly idle down, do not go out to deal with others, and there is no partner around, the old lady suffers from depression.

These are what Qiu Xin learned later. Only when she personally experienced the pain of depression can she understand how much pain her mother Feng Yuan had suffered.

Jiang Chan's hand gently brushed Feng Yuan's hair. It was clear that the man in his fifties was already full of white hair. He looked like a man in his seventies, and his spirit was very depressed.

One word is mourning.

Jiang Chan sighed silently, leaving a faint yellow bedside lamp and the medicine bottle on the bedside table. She didn't move at all and went out quietly.

After coming out, Jiang Chan was not idle. This point was 8 p.m., just at the beginning of nightlife. Looking at the messy room, Jiang Chan simply rolled up her sleeves.

She is a clean person. She doesn't get used to it if she doesn't clean her residence. When mopping the floor, Jiang Chan missed the immortal world. He only needed a dust removal technique. Where did he need to sweep the floor so hard now?

At 9:30, Jiang Chan cleaned up all the five floors. As for the sixth floor, we'll talk about it tomorrow. The original owner Qiuxin's weak chicken like body has done such a little work, and she has become soft.

All cleaned up, and Jiang Chan went to see Feng Yuan. The old lady slept very soundly and didn't even change her posture.

After returning to the original owner's room, Jiang Chan sorted out the original owner's things one by one. She came back in a hurry. The house on the other side of the Shanghai stock market has not returned. She still has to deal with it after settling down here.