After Zhu Huiru left.
Xia Wei hesitated for a moment, then said: "Sister Lan, although Xiaoru didn't speak properly, her last sentence was actually correct."
"After all, with our current relationship with Meng Dehai, if you go to Mr. Huang again, will it be... counterproductive?"
"Who told you that Huang Yanjun was the only one in the nursing home?"
"But it's true."
"If you hadn't reminded me, I would have completely forgotten about this."
Gao Qilan stretched and said, "After all, we are also juniors, so we naturally have to be more thoughtful in terms of etiquette."
"And I believe that Huang Yanjun is now eager for me to go find him."
really.
When Gao Qilan arrived at the nursing home, Dean Zou, who was recruited from Shanghai, greeted him enthusiastically: "Oh, Mr. Gao, what a coincidence. I was just thinking of calling you, but I didn't expect you. Come on your own.”
Gao Qilan smiled and asked, "Did Mr. Huang ask you to call me?"
"Mr. Gao is indeed an expert. He can even guess this." Dean Zou said with a surprised look on his face.
Gao Qilan smiled noncommittally, and then asked: "By the way, Dean Zou, has anyone come to visit Mr. Huang recently?"
"have."
Dean Zou came to Gao Qilan's ear mysteriously and said, "That's Mr. Huang's nephew. He seemed to be a senior official here before."
"A few days ago, he came here once, but he didn't sit there for long before leaving. When he left, he still had something in his hand, and I don't know whether it was a calligraphy or a painting."
Hear this.
Gao Qilan also understood that Meng Dehai had indeed come to see Huang Yanjun.
——
In the hospital.
It's different from usual.
Today Huang Yanjun is not playing with his flowers and plants, but sitting alone at the stone table in a daze.
When Gao Qilan's figure appeared in his field of vision for the first time.
Only then did he come back to his senses.
"It's Xiaolan. Why do you have time to see me, an old man, today?"
Faced with Huang Yanjun's enthusiasm, Gao Qilan smiled lightly: "You are an elder after all, so it's only right for you to stop by and take a look."
"Come on, come on, come and take a look at the calligraphy I wrote today." Huang Yanjun smiled and handed the copybook at hand to Gao Qilan.
"Hey, Mr. Huang, your words...even the ink is completely dry. I'm afraid you didn't just write them today, right?"
"But 'the pure will self-purify'...well, it does have a profound meaning." Gao Qilan took a look and put it aside.
This scene.
Huang Yanjun couldn't help but be stunned.
Gao Qilan, on the other hand, pretended not to see it and controlled the wheelchair to circle around the yard.
then,
She looked back and asked with a smile: "By the way, Mr. Huang, I just heard that Meng Dehai came to visit you not long ago. I wonder what words you gave him at that time?"
This time.
Huang Yanjun's face became even more ugly.
"Sister, the flowers you asked for have been brought. Where to put them?"
at this time,
Zhu Huiru also came to the yard with two workers.
Gao Qilan looked at the bonsai held by the worker, then turned to look at Huang Yanjun: "Mr. Huang, I remember you said last time that when I had time, I would come over to help you with flowers and weeds, but I have been growing up since I was a child. Being spoiled by the eldest brother and the second brother, I really don’t know how to do this kind of work. In addition, as you can see, before the leg was ready, the dog took another bite, so... I can only... I send you two pots of Clivia to express my apology and hope you can forgive me.”
After saying this.
Gao Qilan let Zhu Huiru push her away.
Huang Yanjun, on the other hand, stared at the two pots of Clivia, endless complexity flashing in his eyes...
——
"Sister Lan, you were really relieved just now!"
Outside the yard.
Zhu Huiru exhaled and said happily.
Gao Qilan said quietly: "There is a price to pay for relieving one's anger."
"ah?"
Zhu Huiru was stunned: "You mean...that old man named Huang will cause trouble for us?"
"Didn't you say before that he was Meng Dehai's uncle?"
"You forgot so quickly?" Gao Qilan rolled his eyes.
When Zhu Huiru heard this, her face suddenly fell: "Ah? Then you were so disrespectful to him just now?"
"Sometimes, giving face does not mean respect, and withholding face does not mean malice."
"Forget it, I can't explain it to you. Let's go. It's been so long since we've been back. It's time for us to go to Lao Luo's place..."
