"There, next time you come to Japan, remember to call my house and live in my old house. Anyway, the younger generations now only like the high-rise buildings. They just look down on the old house."
Just now, when the mobile phone on the side rang, Mr. Chuichiro took a look at me when he picked up the phone, and then said that there was no problem. Putting down the phone, I didn’t notice anything wrong, and the car had already shifted its head on the highway. .
"what's happenin."
With doubts, I looked at Mr. Chuichiro, knowing that Guan Haifa has opened weapon insurance, I don't want the front page headlines of the mysterious gunman shooting the former intelligence officer in the Asahi Shimbun tomorrow morning.
"It's a call from Aoba's family, Aoba Ki said that he must see you once." Mr. Chuichiro's expression was a little serious.
"Why see me." Didn't I just see it yesterday
"For my grandson, I'm afraid it will be dying today." The old man said with red eyes.
"Are you saying that Tachibana is suddenly critically ill." Seeing Mr. Chuichiro like this, I immediately understood.
"Yup."
One sentence is enough for some things. A group of people hurried to the municipal hospital. It was Saichiro standing at the door of the building. Seeing us coming out of the car, he immediately walked over and showed us the way.
"Mr. Chuichiro, you are here."
"Where is my grandson? What's the matter."
"It's in the emergency room. This morning, the young master said he was going to leave. At that time," Said that, Saichiro glanced at me before continuing: "The young master of the Bai family was with the young master, and I was also watching him. I didn’t fall and touch, and suddenly my body weakened as I walked."
"Is it visceral bleeding."
"Bleeding in the internal organs."
I asked aloud at the same time as Jiu Long.
Saichiro trembled and nodded.
"There are complications, what are they."
"What kind of organ bleeding this time."
I asked Jiu Long again.
"Anemia gastrointestinal bleeding."
Saichiro replied without looking back.
"Is it a second recurrence?" I asked Chang Jiu in unison.
"Yes it is."
Both I and Chang Jiu saw anxiety from each other’s eyes. Qingyeju not only relapsed twice, but also had gastrointestinal bleeding this time. Chang Jiu related Haifa to calculate her condition. From my Chinese medicine point of view, if In this case, the bleeding is definitely not only the digestive tract, and the complications may not stop the anemia. This time, even the gods are also intractable.
When I arrived at the door of the emergency room, I saw Baihe sitting on the side in a daze. Without a word, I walked to her and squatted down.
"Baihe, it's me."
"Doctor." Bai He's face was full of tears, and I felt heartache as I looked at her as I wiped her face with a handkerchief.
"It's not the worst, don't be afraid, He, be strong!"
"But he has already left." After Bai He finished speaking, tears fell on the palm of my hand.
It was only then that I noticed the wheeled cart pushed out from the emergency room, and the human figure sleeping on it, covered with a white cloth.
Looking at the old people and the tears in their eyes, I suddenly felt that there is nothing more cruel than a white-haired person sending a black-haired person in this world.
Because of the funeral of Aoba Jujube, I stayed in Japan for another week.
During that time, apart from comforting Bai He with Shigeon and Wen Youqing every day, it was the meeting with Mr. Ankang Aoba today. After a few years, the elderly Ankang is getting older. Now he has black hair for nothing. He who had a good look and looks more like a politician now.
The elderly Ankang sitting in front of me pushed a diary in front of me.
"I sorted out Ju's diary yesterday. In the last few days of my diary, I learned that you have now inherited the Bai family's Dongdiantai."
"Yes, I am also very sorry for Ju's passing away. Please also be sorry."
In the face of the old man’s respect, I hurriedly responded, after all, I have not developed a bow to face an old man with peace of mind.
"It's really rude to say that I even laughed at you back then."
"I'm not going to mention the things back then. Now I think it's probably because of my deeds that Jun Jun was infected with this disease in anger and melancholy. Rage, jealousy, and pain are always the root causes of all diseases. "
"you are right."
Maybe it was because I didn't expect my bluntness, the old man Ankang was speechless for a long time before he responded to my topic.
"Please bring Miss Bai Jia back to China. If this goes on, she will also collapse."
"Yes, I will take her back."
The old man was right. Baihe now has no anger like in the past, perhaps because of the impact of Ju’s death on her, and if she is allowed to live in the place where Ju used to live, I’m afraid the situation will change. Getting worse. Even if the Aoba's family didn't say anything, I would forcibly bring Baihe back. Now with Ankang's approval, it is even more difficult to help Bai Heken refuse.
"By the way, do you know the allusion of this sword."
Taking out the winter, I was determined to ask clearly, this broken void does not seem to me like a ghostly thing, but more like the small space translation technology that Guan Haifa told me, which is later commonly known as taking things out of space.
"This is Dongdiantai. There are four knives in the Bai family. Master Bai now calls them Chunxiadongqiu. In fact, their real names are Chundiantai, Xiadiantai, Qiudiantai, and Dongdiantai."
"Is the experience of these four knives really like what Ju Jun said?"
"Yes, you must have heard him say it. In fact, there is another point, that is, the four Diantai legends were given to the ancestors of the Bai family by immortals. It's just that these things have been around for thousands of years, because when their stories are spreading. When it came to my grandfather's generation, their origins were more like a legend than a real one. Now seeing you holding it, it seems that Grandpa Bai has finally made up his mind."
"There, this time I didn't expect Ju Jun to have a long conversation with me a few days ago, but now it's separated by heaven and human."
"Yes, these days, I have always been a little apprehensive about Miss Bai's wrong love for my grandson, but sometimes when I look at how happy she and him are, I think, if there is such a day, as long as I can make Orange safe and sound. To survive, even if I let this old bone die, it is still willing."
Old Mr. Ankang looked at me and smiled, but his smile was full of bitterness.
"Please also your sorrow."
"Well I'm tired, you guys will go home tonight, right?"
"Yes, the tickets have already been bought."
"Let Saichiro take you to the airport, right, this little thing, please return it to Lord Bai."
Mr. Ankang took out a piece of sapphire from his arms, and an orange character was engraved on the small jade ring.
"Please also tell Lord Bai that he will only be able to repay his love in the next life."
"I will tell you, please rest assured."
"Let's go, in the afternoon, I also ask you."
"There, as a friend, this is a matter of course."
After retiring, I came out of the room and carefully put the jade in my arms in front of me. Bai Ye must regard Ju as his most proud disciple, otherwise, he would definitely not give jade to others. I always agree with a certain survivor’s view that sitting on a wicker chair in a winter sun afternoon and bidding farewell to this world while grandchildren play is the most poetic way to die.