"Sister Bear~~" Molly ran to An Bu with her schoolbag on her back, a happy smile on her face.
Although Anbu's impressions of her are all from his diary, he didn't feel unfamiliar with her when getting along. He patted her on the shoulder and said, "Give your schoolbag to Auntie Yu (nanny), and we'll take you to dinner."
Molly nodded obediently, and handed her schoolbag to Yu Fangmiao next to her.
"Aunt Yu, I'll trouble you to take care of Molly during this time. She won't be going back tonight. I'll send her over tomorrow." Anbu said.
"Okay, you have fun, Molly's medicine is in her pocket, and she has already taken today's." Yu Fangmiao reminded gently.
"Well, I see." An Bu admired her carefulness, and after saying hello, he took Molly and Jian Ningxuan and left together.
"What would Molly want to eat?" Anbu asked.
"Molly will eat whatever Sister Bear eats." Molly said that she is not picky about food.
Anbu laughed and said, "Sister Bear likes to eat vegetables, does Molly like to eat them too?"
"I like it." Molly nodded earnestly. After being abused by the previous nanny, she is much more mature than other children of the same age.
"Well, let's go eat lobster then."
Jian Ningxuan heard the word "lobster", and immediately told the driver: "Go to Jindu Dragon Restaurant."
Jindu Longguan is a well-known restaurant city in this city, mainly seafood, and other delicacies are not far behind.
Under the leadership of the waiter, the three of them walked to the second floor. When they reached the stairs, they ran into several people head-on.
Anbu took Molly aside, but Jian Ningxuan stood still, looked at one of them expressionlessly, and called softly, "Dad."
Anbu heard the words, looked up, and saw a middle-aged man about fifty years old standing in front of him, with sharp eyes, not angry and pretentious, it was Jian Ningxuan's father Jian Xun. Behind him, there were several respectful men who cast curious glances at them when they heard Jian Ningxuan's address.
Jian Xun glanced at Anbu and Molly, there was no surprise in his eyes, then he nodded to Jian Ningxuan lukewarmly, walked around him, and led everyone away.
Jian Ningxuan's face was as deep as water, as if he had never met Jian Xun, he led An Bu and Mo Li into the box without looking back.
The relationship between father and son is so indifferent, like strangers.
An Bu has learned about their past from the diary, as an outsider, she is not qualified to judge right or wrong, but she saw the source of death in Jian Xun's heart, and she still wants to remind Jian Ningxuan when she has the opportunity.
After several people ordered, An Bu told Molly, "Molly, don't eat too much seafood later, eat more vegetables."
Molly nodded obediently.
Molly is obedient, someone is less self-conscious. When the dishes are ready, they specialize in seafood, and the shrimp, crab and clam are peeled with great joy.
Anbu knew that he was in a bad mood, but he didn't want to see him sinking with shrimps and crabs, so he took a clean plate and handed it to him, saying, "Don't worry about eating by yourself, peel some shrimp for Molly."
Jian Ningxuan paused, put the freshly peeled and ready-to-eat shrimp into the plate, and began to serve Molly without complaint.
Anbu smiled and fed a piece of tofu.
Jian Ningxuan ate the tofu, and the depression in his eyes slowly dissipated, turning into a peaceful blue.
Molly sipped the soup silently, looked at them with twinkling eyes, and ate a bowl of dog food unconsciously.
After dinner, Anbu and Jian Ningxuan took Molly to the playground to have fun again.
When she got home, she was so tired that she fell asleep with a satisfied smile on her face.
An Bu gently put her on the bed, helped her undress, and wiped her face.
"Mom..." Molly grabbed Anbu's fingers and murmured unconsciously.
She hasn't asked about her parents today, so she probably guessed something. The reason for not asking is just out of fear.
An Bu sighed silently, covered her with the quilt, got up and walked out of the room.
The next day, Molly got up energetically, folded the quilt, cleaned herself up, and trotted to the living room. Seeing Anbu who was doing a handstand by the wall, his eyes widened in surprise.
"Good morning, Molly." An Bu turned over and stood up, and greeted her with a smile.
"Good morning, little bear sister, what were you doing just now?"
"Exercise."
Molly let out an unconscious "Oh".
"Breakfast is on the table, go and eat." Anbu pointed to the dining room, intending to continue what she hadn't finished.
After a while, Jian Ningxuan also came out of the room, said good morning to An Bu, and spontaneously sat across from Molly, and had breakfast with her.
Anbu looked at the two from the corner of his eye. Although he didn't say a word, the atmosphere was surprisingly harmonious. Jian Ningxuan doesn't dislike children, but because of her physical condition, she doesn't usually get close to them. If not, he must have been a good father.
In the morning, Anbu taught Molly how to weave rope and make stickers, and then had lunch at home before sending the reluctant Molly home.
"Is there any news from Molly's parents?" An Bu asked.
Jian Ningxuan shook his head: "No."
"I hope they are safe and sound." If it wasn't too far away, and he didn't want Jian Ningxuan to worry, Anbu might go to the place where their accident happened to take a look.
"Don't worry, you'll find them." Jian Ningxuan didn't tell An Bu that he had secretly hired international mercenaries who were familiar with the local environment, and he believed there would be news soon. As long as it was something that Anbu cared about, he would try his best to do it well.
A few days later, Anbu's information was certified, and he officially became a hospice caregiver, and soon received his first commission to take care of an old man suffering from dementia who was paralyzed in bed. According to the doctor's diagnosis, she may not survive the next month. In order to let her go more comfortably, the old man's daughter finally decided to hire a hospice caregiver.
"Ms. Dong, hello." Anbu came to Dong's house on time to meet with his employer.
Ms. Dong carefully looked at the girl in front of her. She was dressed clean and tidy, with no traces of makeup on her face, and her nails were neatly trimmed. She seemed to be a careful person.
Ms. Dong shook hands with her, and then led her into the house: "You should know about my mother's situation. There is a special nanny who takes care of her food and daily life. All you have to do is try to make her happy. I usually work very hard. I am too busy to be with her all the time, and more importantly, I don’t know how to communicate with her.”
People with Alzheimer's often have memory confusion, aphasia, apraxia, executive dysfunction, abnormal personality and behavior and other characteristics, and cannot communicate normally at all. Although Ms. Dong wanted to be filial, she couldn't do it.
"Don't worry, Ms. Dong, I will do my best." Anbu followed Ms. Dong to the door of a bedroom. Just as she was about to push the door open, someone opened the door first, and a man in his thirties came from inside. walk out.
"Dong Chengshao, what are you doing here again? Didn't I tell you not to come back and harass your mother?" Miss Dong scolded.
"She's also my mother, why don't you let me come back?" Dong Chengshao snorted coldly, caught a glimpse of An Bu behind him from the corner of his eye, and his eyes lit up, "Hey, who is this?"
"It has nothing to do with you, get out immediately." Ms. Dong pointed to the door and chased people away without any politeness.
Dong Chengshao put his hands in his pockets and walked away carelessly.
Miss Dong reminded: "Anbu, that's my younger brother Dong Chengshao, you stay away from him in the future, if he troubles you, remember to notify me immediately."
"Okay." This kind of passer-by with kidney deficiency, Mr. An really doesn't care.
In the spacious bedroom, a large solid wood bed was placed near the window, and a white-haired old man lay quietly on the bed. Her eyes were glazed, and the corners of her mouth were crooked, looking a little scary.
This bedroom is obviously very bright, but in An Bu's eyes, it is filled with lifelessness and gloomy.
"Mom, I'm Xiaoqin. Are you okay?" Miss Dong bent down and approached the old man, "I'll introduce you to a friend, her name is An Bu, and she will be by your side in the future to help you relieve boredom. You can tell her anything."
The old man made an inexplicable voice, as if he didn't hear it, and there was no response.
Ms. Dong sighed, stood up straight, and said to Ann: "If you have any questions, you can ask the nanny. She has taken care of my mother for half a year and knows her living habits very well. I have something to do, so I will go first, and the rest will be Leave it to you and the nanny."
"Okay, you go slowly." Anbu didn't say much, and watched the exhausted Miss Dong leave the room.
Coming to the bedside, An Bu looked at the dying old man, smiled and said, "Hello, old lady, my name is An Bu, nice to meet you, and hope that we can get along happily in the days to come."
The old man didn't respond, he didn't even roll his eyes.
An Bu didn't take it seriously, and continued: "From now on, I will come to accompany you for three hours every day. You can talk, listen to opera, play cards or watch TV if you want."
The old man looked blank.
"I don't want to get paid for nothing, so at least during the three hours I work, I hope the old lady can put down her disguise and relax."
After saying this, the expression on the old man's face finally showed a slight change, but he returned to sluggishness for a moment.
An Bu smiled and said, "Although I don't know why you did this, I promise that I will keep my mouth shut and respect your decision."
The room was quiet for a long time, and finally an old voice sounded: "How did you find out?"
"Professional secret." Anbu smiled at her.
In fact, when she first entered the room, she discovered that the source of the old man's illness was the heart, lungs and stomach rather than the brain. In other words, even if she did have dementia, it would not be so severe that she would not respond to the outside world. So An Bu easily came to the conclusion that the old man was playing dumb.
She didn't expect that the first dying person she served would still have the energy to do things secretly.