The Wen family has such a strong sense of territoriality, how could they bring a seriously ill old man back to take care of them, not to mention that he was her father.
Fu Shiyan helped her sit down and reminded softly, "Wen Jing made the decision on his own initiative. Although Jiang Zhou doesn't agree with it, I think it's good. This way, you can see Lao Jiang every day and feel more at ease.
Yes or no?"
yes.
Of course this is the best, but Jiang Shu still doesn't believe that Wen Jing would make such a choice. What Jiang Lingyu said that day... wasn't a lie?
Jiang Shu looked confused, like a child who couldn't find a home.
The Wen family specially placed Lao Jiang next to her residence, within a two-step walk. In the early autumn season, the night wind brewed the fragrance of magnolia.
Fu Shiyan stood under the tree, his facial features shimmering in the shadows and his bones smooth.
"Go in and take a look?"
Jiang Shu did not refuse, and now her panic was relieved.
Outside the house where Lao Jiang lived, Wen Qiushi stood there for who knows how long. He stared at Jiang Shu's figure with a gloomy look on his face, wishing he could peel off his skin and drink his blood.
There was a faint smell of disinfectant inside. Jiang Lingyu was supporting Wen Jing while instructing the servant: "Be sure to remember to change the mattress every day and clean the room every day. No sharp objects can be placed in the room, 24 hours a day."
Leave people. Do you understand?"
Several servants immediately responded: "I understand, ma'am."
Jiang Shu walked to the door. He hadn't seen Lao Jiang for a long time. He had lost a lot of weight, but his face was not haggard. It could be seen that he was well taken care of whether he was with Fu Shiyan or in the nursing home.
The corners of his eyes drooped, and he saw Jiang Shu's figure directly, "Xiao Shu..."
He recognized him, Jiang Shu immediately pushed through the crowd and entered, "Dad."
The call made Wen Jing, who was leaning on crutches, pause. He looked at Jiang Lingyu with disappointment in his eyes.
"Are you used to it here?"
Lao Jiang was still half confused, "Xiao Shu, you are out of school, I will get you something to eat."
A group of people rushed to hold him down, but Jiang Shu held his hand and comforted him softly: "Dad, I ate at school, don't be busy."
Lao Jiang seemed to understand, "Have you finished your homework? Didn't you cause trouble in school? Did that little yellow guy on the street throw your schoolbag into the trash can? Remember to ask the teacher. If not, I will beat him tomorrow.
.”
The corners of Jiang Shu's eyes were moist. These were all things that had happened before. They said people with Alzheimer's disease would only remember obsessions. Lao Jiang's obsession was clearly himself.
There was silence in Nuo Da's room.
Jiang Shu put Lao Jiang's hand on the side of his face, "I've finished my homework. I listened to the teacher and didn't even sleep in class. That little yellow guy can't beat me at all. He doesn't dare to mess with me. You
Don’t worry.”
Fu Shiyan didn't look any further. He turned around and left. His whole body was filled with depression and annoyance.
Those embarrassing past moments that she didn't want to face were all days of his absence. Now that she faced them head-on, he still couldn't bear to regret them.
It was a rare occasion for Lao Jiang to have a conversation with her, "I don't understand you girl yet. You must be smart and sleep a lot in class."
Jiang Shu laughed and tears fell down.
Jiang Lingyu couldn't stand it anymore. She patted Wen Jing's hand and whispered, "Let's go."
As biological parents, how can we not feel heartbroken when we see that our daughter is so close to her adoptive father? What is even more heartbreaking is that this is all right, and they can only blame themselves.