Mo Lingwei turned her face to the window, raised her hand to lift the curtain, and looked at the scenery outside the window.

Winter is over, and spring is cold.

The red plum blossoms, and the dead wood sprouts.

It's a new year again.

Seeing her like this, Feng Shaojin withdrew his hand, drank the rice wine in one gulp, and put the wine cup on the low table.

He held her cold little hand warmly, and said in a low and tender tone, "My grandma doesn't have much time left, I'll take you to see her old man on her last journey.

Mo Lingwei turned her eyes slightly, and a kind old lady appeared in her mind.

Feng Shaojin's attitude towards Feng's family is not enthusiastic, except for Mrs. Gu, who seems to care a little bit.

Thinking of Mrs. Gu helping her out when she went to the Governor's Mansion for the first time, Mo Lingwei couldn't help feeling a little bit embarrassed.

The carriage stopped on the outskirts of the city, and when Feng Shaojin carried her off the carriage and put her on the wheelchair, he saw a large house.

The house is a bit old, and there is a plaque hanging at the door, with the word Gu Fu written on it.

It's just that the gate of the courtyard is a bit desolate, only an older servant is sweeping, and another younger servant is drying clothes and bedding.

The bitter medicinal smell came from the house and permeated the courtyard.

Feng Shaojin pushed Mo Lingwei into the courtyard. When the servant saw the person coming, he put down his work and saluted nervously and respectfully: "Master Shaojin."

"How is the old lady?" Feng Shaojin asked.

The two servants looked at each other, and the older servant led Feng Shaojin: "Master Yichen came to see him, and said that he was unable to recover from old age, sickness and death, so he could only suffer.

The old lady has something on her mind, her mind is clear, and she finally looks forward to you. "

Feng Shaojin pushed Mo Lingwei to follow the servant to the old lady's bedroom.

The windows were covered by curtains, and the room was a little dark. Intermittent coughing sounds came one after another. The old man's breathing sounded a little heavy, giving him the illusion that he was on the verge of dying.

The servant removed the curtain and leaned into Madam Gu's ear: "Madam, Master Shaojin has come to see you."

After yelling three times in a row, Mrs. Gu opened her eyes, and the rapidly sunken face was old and lifeless.

Feng Shaojin pushed Mo Lingwei to the edge of the bed, squatted down, and held Mrs. Gu's skinny hand: "Grandma, I brought Lingwei over to see you."

Old Madam Gu smiled weakly, turned her gaze from Feng Shaojin to Mo Lingwei, and said weakly: "Good boy, come here and let me have a look."

Mo Lingwei rolled the wheelchair forward, got closer to the old man's house, and called out in a low voice, "Old lady."

"Call me grandma along with Shaojin." Mrs. Gu struggled to raise her other hand, pointed to the small cabinet on the dowry, and said to the servant: "Go, open the drawer on the second floor. "

The servant hurriedly opened the drawer on the second floor, only to see that it was full of jade and gold ornaments treasured by the old lady.

"Bring them here." Mrs. Gu beckoned to the servant.

The servant carefully put the things on the tray and handed them to the old lady.

The old lady took Mo Lingwei's hand and put the thing in her palm: "Lingwei, keep it."

Mo Lingwei was a little panicked, and wanted to refuse: "Old lady, I can't help it."

Just as she retracted her wrist, Feng Shaojin grasped it: "Ling Wei, grandma's time is running out."

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Mo Lingwei had no choice but to accept it.

Old Madam Gu put her hand into Feng Shaojin's, panted, and said weakly: "After collecting these things, I will be called grandma from now on.

Good boy, live well with Shaojin from now on. "

Mo Lingwei: "..."