Bai Zhi nodded, started the car, and asked, "Are you going to see the old man today?"
"Yeah." Lin Yunhuan sat there, playing with his phone boredly, and said, "Get rid of them."
"it is good."
Bai Zhi's driving skills were so good that she threw off her tail in three or two strokes.
It was too easy for him.
On the other hand, Mr. Li over there scolded his driver, "How did you drive, so you can't catch up?"
The driver was also very helpless and said, "The other party is driving too fast. Looking at the skills, it should be a professional racing driver."
"Stupid!"
President Li was so angry that his whole body was shaking.
But when he thought of the beautiful female student in his mind, a greedy light flashed in his eyes.
The woman he took a fancy to has never missed!
Here, Lin Yunhuan brought Baizhi to the Yun family's old house.
There was a man in his thirties or forties, wearing glasses, standing there respectfully.
"Miss Huan is here."
"Well, Uncle Zhao, how is my great-grandfather recently?"
This Uncle Zhao is naturally not Zhao Qin.
Zhao Qin has been in poor health for the past two years and has been unable to get out of bed. This Uncle Zhao is the son of one of Zhao Qin's cousins. After being assessed by Mr. Yun, he took over Zhao Qin's job.
As for Zhao Qin, he originally planned to go back to his hometown and stay there until the end of his life, but Mr. Yun disagreed. He let Zhao Qin stay at the old house, and the senior medical team was available at any time, and the cost of food and clothing was the same as his.
Even if he knew that the candle would eventually burn out, but in the last years, Mr. Yun didn't want Zhao Qin, who had never been married in his life, to be too desolate.
In fact, the old man also knew that his candle was about to burn out.
This is impossible...
When Lin Yunhuan saw the old man, the old man was sitting in a wheelchair and was looking at the chessboard by himself.
Hearing the voice, he turned his head slowly, and a light flashed in his cloudy eyes.
His voice was a little excited, "Xiao Huan is here."
"Well, grandpa, did you miss me?" Lin Yunhuan came over, sat opposite the old man, and said, "Grandpa, I'll play chess with you."
"I can't go down, I can't go down anymore," Mr. Yun raised his eyes and looked at Lin Yunhuan, as if he was looking at another person through her.
It was as if no one was watching.
Yun Huan bit the corner of his mouth lightly.
She knew that the old man's lifespan was coming to an end. For ordinary people, ninety years old was indeed an old age.
It is precisely because of this that she will come to the Imperial City to study.
Try to come over to accompany the old man more.
In fact, Mr. Yun himself clearly understood that his face was covered with age spots, his fingers were dry, and his skin was brown.
But his eyes were peaceful.
"Xiao Huan, you are a good boy."
"Grandpa, of course I'm a good boy."
"Unfortunately, I don't know what kind of child your brother is..."
Lin Yunhuan was silent for a moment, then stretched out his hand, took the old man's hand, and said seriously, "My brother must also be a handsome and excellent person! Because he is your great grandson!"
Mr. Yun was in a trance for a while, suddenly thought of something, and smiled slowly again.
Yun Huan accompanied the old man for a while, but the old man was tired and sleepy.
His bedroom was still next to Zhao Qin's room. After sending the old man into the room, Lin Yunhuan said goodbye to Butler Zhao and left with Bai Zhi.
Sitting in the car, Yun Huan raised his head and looked at the old house of the Yun family, his eyes were filled with water.
The next moment, a big hand reached out and wiped the tear from the corner of her eye.
Lin Yunhuan looked over.
Bai Zhi put the tears from her fingertips to her mouth and tasted it, then frowned and said, "Xiao Huan, don't cry."