The old man who was devoted to the whole book did not notice that there were three more people in the ward at this moment.

Chen Bahuang, who was standing not far away, was examining the old man in front of him.

Although it was the first time we met, Chen Bahuang could feel a literary temperament that he had never felt before from the old man in front of him.

This temperament is definitely not something that ordinary people can disguise if they want to disguise it. It must be released inadvertently after decades of accumulation.

The temperament shown by Nangong Jin alone has already greatly appreciated Chen Bahuang.

"grandfather……"

Compared to the praises of Chen Bahuang and Qin Liang, Nangong Piaoxu seemed a little excited.

Although I haven't seen each other for only a few days, Nangong Piaoxu could find from his grandfather's face that his grandfather's condition had improved.

Because on the day she left, grandpa's face was still bloodless. But now it has become much rosy, and he can even sit by the window and take a breather.

After hearing the shouts of his granddaughter, the old man leaning against the window reading, turned his head and found that his granddaughter and two strangers had arrived in the ward at some point.

"Piaoxu, come on, come on, come on grandpa's side."

Seeing his lively and cute granddaughter, Nangong Jin waved his hands while showing a grinning smile. Because of the smile on his face, the wrinkles on the already elderly man's face became visible to the naked eye.

But all this was particularly warm in Qin Liang's eyes.

Nangong Piaoxu ran to his grandfather's side and squatted down at his grandfather's feet and complained: "Didn't you tell you that your illness has not yet been cured, so don't bother reading any more during this period."

"Hey, what you said is not reasonable." Hearing the care of his granddaughter, the old man stroked his white beard, then shook his head and denied, "This book is a good thing. Old man, I have read so many books, so I no longer say that the simple truth that there is Yan Ruyu in those well-known books and the golden house in them."

"On the contrary, for me, the importance of the book really has a beautiful woman and a golden house. But it is not the reason why I read the book."

"Old man, I read countless books with a sound, understood countless principles, and read countless poems. Finally, I only realized that books are for me at this age, so I cannot fill my consciousness and spiritual food."

"You can not treat a single day when you have a disease, you can not drink alcohol for a day, and you can not eat rice for a day."

"But this book cannot be read for a day."

Although Chen Bahuang did not understand Nangong Jin's words, he could empathize with it.

"What the old man said is very reasonable."

"Oh?" Hearing the sudden sound, the old man looked over in surprise, "Can you be young, you are also a scholar who loves reading?"

Hearing this question, Chen Bahuang shook his head with a smile.

"I am not a foolish book lover. The reason why I agree with the old man is not because of the old man's love for books, but because I agree with the truth in the words of the old man just now."

"Hahaha, it's not bad." After hearing these words, Nangong Jin looked at Chen Bahuang with less indifferentness, but more appreciation. "Let me tell me what did you understand from what I just said?"

Chen Bahuang explained quietly after hearing this: "In life, there will be something that can make you forget to eat and sleep, and can make you obsessed with it."

"Although such things are different for everyone, and even the things in everyone's heart are vulgar and elegant, it is because of such things that the human soul becomes fuller."

"Very good, I have already had this kind of insight at a young age. I am not as good as you at your age." Hearing this answer, the old man nodded repeatedly and admired him very much, "I just don't know what such a thing is for my friend?"

Chen Bahuang stretched out his finger to his heart.

"Where my heart is at peace, I am my hometown."

"It's clear, it's clear." The old man nodded twice and made two statements, then looked at his granddaughter and said softly, "It seems that you have made good friends these days."

Hearing this comment, Nangong Piaoxu nodded seriously.

"Mr. Chen and Sister Qin are all good people. The reason why I can take out money to treat my grandfather's illness is because of their help."

"So that's it." The old man was a little surprised at how his granddaughter took out the money and asked the hospital to treat his illness. Now, after hearing what his granddaughter said, he suddenly realized.

After understanding this, the old man slowly stood up, carefully placed the books in his hand on the windowsill, then tidied up his clothes, faced Chen Bahuang, and bowed to Qin Liang.

"I thank you for your kindness first."

Seeing the old man's behavior, Qin Liang hurried over and helped the old man up.

"I have heard of the old man's wiseness before, so we are willing to help you this time, no thanks."

"Willing or not is your business." Hearing Qin Liang's words, the old man smiled and said, "It's my business whether to thank him."

"I can't force you if you are not willing. You are willing, and I can't refuse."

"So, at this moment, I willingly thank you, and you should not refuse."

After saying this, the old man once again thanked Chen Bahuang and Qin Liang.

Seeing the old man's clear-cut approach, Chen Bahuang couldn't help but admire the old man in front of him more and more.

At least compared to the so-called top wealthy families he had seen before, the white-haired old man in front of him was even more admired and appreciated by him.

It feels not just because the old man is clear about right and wrong, but also because Chen Bahuang felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy after seeing the old man.

"Since that's the case, let's listen to you, Mr. Chen." Chen Bahuang walked to the old man and then said, "It's just that I don't know anything and want to ask the old man."

"Let me tell you, if I could give the answer, I would definitely not hide my own personal feelings." The old man still had a kind-eyed expression.

"The old man has been famous for a long time in Chuzhou City, but he has suffered unjust grievances. His life's reputation was ruined overnight. Why can't I see any negative emotions on your face?" Since seeing the old man's cheerful behavior and kind-hearted image, this problem has always troubled Chen Bahuang.

"I don't care, so I don't care. If I can see it openly, I will naturally not have any worries." After hearing this question, the old man gave his own explanation very calmly, "The so-called fame, status, and even wealth, and rights. For people of my age, they are just a matter behind the scenes of the old man. "

"It doesn't matter whether you care or not."
Chapter completed!