Chapter 388

On the second floor, Yan Shiqi accompanied the man through the corridor and came to the front door of the most corner.

On the quiet corridor, there is a kind of uneasy tranquility.

One door apart is the double heaven of life and death.

Qin Baiyu holds the inkstone with one hand, and when she slowly pushes the door open, there is a smell of medicine in the dim room.

The furnishings in the room are very simple. There is a double bed and a log table. On the bed lies the dying old man. On the low stool beside the bed sits a middle-aged man about 50 years old.

"Si Shao, you are back!" He is mo Guihai, the son of Mo Shu, and now the housekeeper of Qin house.

There was a flash of light in his silent eyes when he saw the man.

Then he looked at the old man on the bed and said in a sour tone, "my father has been waiting for you. I went out first."

Before Mo Guihai left, he went to Yan Shiqi's side and nodded to her, respectfully.

Inkstone when seven back to smile, gradually closed behind the door of the room, is mo Guihai tears dye eyes of grief.

My father's greatest regret in his life may be that he couldn't find the little girl who saved four years ago. Let's say thank you.

Qin Baiyu went to the hospital bed, sat down and called softly, "Uncle mo..."

Yan Shiqi stood behind him, looking at the skinny old man with sunken cheeks. The pain seemed to kill all his anger. He was lying there, as if he were alive.

Hearing the voice, uncle Mo opened his eyelids with great difficulty and kept blinking. It took him a long time to see that the person sitting in front of the hospital bed was the fourth young master he had been thinking about.

"Four, four little..."

His voice is so weak that it can't be heard, only the eyes of turbid vicissitudes, looking at the man across the air, gradually gathering light.

"Uncle Mo, it's me."

The man's voice is very deep, the Adam's apple is sliding up and down, with a burst of forbearance hoarseness.

Inkstone when seven stop looking at this scene, some can't bear don't open eyes.

She loves such a fourth brother.

Mo Shuwei raised his hand and wriggled his lips full of wrinkles, but he couldn't speak.

The man took advantage of his dry palm and leaned close to his cheek. His face was tense, but he listened to him patiently.

Inkstone when seven did not close to disturb, just quietly standing on his side, a pair of dense water eyes, again focused on the man's cheek.

Then, she heard the man's voice, said: "Uncle Mo, I found her and brought her."

In such a word, Yan Shiqi's heart was severely stung.

Before his death, the old man's heart was still about whether Sishao had found the little girl.

This kind of strong emotion is never experienced in Yan Shiqi's past life.

Her eyes were full of tears. Seeing that the man spread out his palm to her, she blinked her eyes and went to the bed to address the old man, saying, "Uncle mo."

She pursed her lips and added, "I called you back then..."

Uncle Mo seems very happy. His dark eyes look at Yan Shiqi slowly and firmly. He has tears in the corner of his eyes and wriggles his lips. Although he doesn't make a sound, Yan Shiqi still reads two words. Thank you.

Thank you for saving the fourth young master. Thank you for calling 14 years ago. Thank you and the fourth young master finally get together.

Please love him. The fourth young master is too hard.

……

That afternoon, it rained. At 4:35, uncle Mo closed his eyes and died.

The whole Qin family was immersed in a solemn and sad mood.

This dedicated old man burned a life time for the Qin family.