Chapter 2100

The old man has sharp eyes, and Mo Lingwei can't believe that grandma didn't see her rejection of Feng Shaojin.

But facing the old man eagerly struggling on the verge of dying, Mo Lingwei had no choice but to obey, as if it was to fulfill the old man's dying wish.

Mo Lingwei took the things in the tray and said in a low voice, "Grandma."

"Okay, okay, okay." Mrs. Gu took a long breath, as if her breathing became easier, "When I first saw you, I thought you were a good boy.

It is Shaojin's blessing to meet you. "

Seeing that the old lady had been talking for so long, the servant interrupted: "Old lady, Master Yichen told you to rest and rest, you should not talk too much, you should take a rest."

Seeing the tiredness in Madam Gu's eyes, Feng Shaojin coaxed: "Grandma, you lie down for a while, I will take Ling Wei around and come to see you during dinner."

"Okay." Mrs. Gu looked at Mo Lingwei's swollen ankle, "Is it okay?"

"It's okay, thank you...grandma for caring." Mo Lingwei put down the skirt to cover her ankles.

Feng Shaojin put Mrs. Gu's hand into the quilt, "Grandma, have a good rest, I will take good care of Ling Wei."

When the old man couldn't bear it any longer, he closed his eyes and fell asleep, then Feng Shaojin pushed Mo Lingwei out of the bedroom with the servant.

Feng Shaojin asked: "The old lady is sick, when did it start?"

"During the war, the old lady's health was not very good, and she would often miss the old man who passed away. Then there was the plague, and the old lady's health was even worse, so she didn't let us go to the doctor.

In the end, when the plague was brought under control, Master Yichen came to see it several times..."

The servant's eyes were red: "Now, the old lady is counting the days, yesterday..."

"What happened yesterday?" Seeing that the servant hesitated to speak, Feng Shaojin asked straightforwardly: "Madam Feng brought someone over yesterday, did you say anything?"

"The old slave was not in the bedroom at the time, and only heard a few noises outside the door. The old lady seemed to have a little dispute with Mrs. Feng, saying that Mrs. Feng shouldn't bring Miss He over..." The servant felt a little unworthy for Mrs. Gu, so he held his breath and told the truth.

"Ben Shuai knows, you can go and do your work." Feng Shaojin's breath suddenly became colder, he took a thin blanket, put it on Mo Lingwei's lap, and pushed her to go out: "I Take you to see grandma's Buddhist hall."

Mo Lingwei noticed Feng Shaojin's sudden depression and did not object.

Pushing open the door of the Buddhist hall, you can see a Bodhisattva with a golden body enshrined inside, futons are placed on the ground, the inside is cleaned spotlessly, and the faint scent of sandalwood lingers in the nose.

"Since my grandfather passed away on the battlefield, my grandmother began to eat vegetarian food and chant Buddha's name. My mother has been in poor health. After her death, my brother and I lived with my grandmother for a few years, and then I went abroad to study."

Feng Shaojin lit the incense again, knelt down and stood up, "I'll take you to the Plum Blossom Mountain. At this time, the plum blossoms in the backyard are probably already in bloom."

Seeing Feng Shaojin's actions, Mo Lingwei was a little surprised, and couldn't help but ask, "Do you also believe in Buddhism?"

Otherwise, the action of kneeling just now could not be so skillful.

"I don't believe it." Feng Shaojin laughed dumbly: "Why do you ask that?"

How could he believe in something that didn't exist when he led the Feng family army to fight for his life on the bloody battlefield.

"Then why do you bow down?" Mo Lingwei was puzzled.

"Grandma likes it, so what if I kneel down and bow down?" Feng Shaojin possessed himself, and his thin lips touched her cochlea: "Just like I like you, even if you hurt me, I can't bear to blame you..."

Mo Lingwei: "..."