the other side.
Qiao Nian pulled up the hood of his sweatshirt and walked slowly, just arriving outside Mr. Jiang's ward.
It wasn't the first time the nurse had seen her.
He greeted her very familiarly: "Miss Qiao, you are here to see Mr. Jiang again."
Qiao Nian was very polite to them and nodded politely: "Yes."
The nurse smiled, took the tray in her hand and said to her, "Then I won't bother you anymore. You guys chat."
She exchanged a few words with Qiao Nian and left.
Qiao Nian waited until she left before pushing open the door of Mr. Jiang's ward.
Mr. Jiang was wearing light gray home clothes, with a pair of reading glasses on his kind face, and was looking at a box through a magnifying glass.
Seeing Qiao Nian coming, he immediately dropped the magnifying glass in his hand, put the box down, and greeted her peacefully: "Niannian, come quickly, come in."
Qiao Nian walked in.
Mr. Jiang immediately stood up and poured her a glass of water. He then put the fruit basket on the coffee table and kept reminding Qiao Nian, "Eat some fruit. There are oranges in it. They are very sweet."
"I'll go peel a pear for you, wait for me."
"No, I don't eat pears."
Qiao Nian seldom spent time alone with him, and in fact, he was not quite used to getting along with elders.
She thought about it and called out to the old man who was busy running around.
She seemed a little uncomfortable and whispered, "Do you want to eat oranges? I'll peel one for you."
Mr. Jiang turned around, his eyes filled with emotion.
However, he was already past the age of knowing one's destiny, and his personality was more reserved than that of young people. He quickly suppressed the emotions in his eyes and immediately responded, "Eat!"
"I want to eat oranges." Qiao Nian said 'hmm' and without further ado, picked out a large and beautifully colored orange from the fruit basket brought by Grandpa Jiang.
Her slender white fingers peeled the orange and patiently peeled the orange for Grandpa Jiang.
When she lowered her head, her raven-black eyelashes covered her features, making them delicate and eye-catching.
When Mr. Jiang saw the girl sitting there quietly peeling fruit for him, his heart softened and his complexion looked much better than usual.
He found a seat and sat on the sofa opposite Qiao Nian. His aging eyes were surrounded by deep traces of time, but full of peace.
"Nian Nian, I saw the news. Did you win first place?"
Qiao Nian carefully removed the threads from the orange segments and placed the peeled oranges on the fruit plate next to her, appearing very patient. She didn't even raise her head, and didn't seem to care about getting first place: "Yeah."
Old Master Jiang thought she would be very excited for winning first place in a world-class competition, but he didn't expect Qiao Nian to be calmer than an old man like him.
I was a little overwhelmed for a moment.
But he was still very happy in his heart, his face looked very rosy and healthy: "Do you have any gift you want? Grandpa will buy it for you!"
After Qiao Nian peeled half of the orange, he handed the fruit plate to Grandpa Jiang and then continued to peel the other half.
He answered nonchalantly, "...I don't want anything."
Mr. Jiang was a little disappointed: "You don't have the bags, bracelets, etc. you want? I remember you little girls like these very much."
Qiao Nian almost blurted out "no".
She raised her eyes, saw the old man's lost expression, pursed her lips again, and took back the words that were about to come out of her mouth: "Not yet, I will tell you if I have something to say."
"Okay, okay." When Mr. Jiang heard that she would ask him for what she wanted, the depression in his heart disappeared.
(End of this chapter)