Gu Xiaoai walked along the cobblestone path to Lao Li. Lao Li didn't even look at her. He pointed to the side and gave an order, "These are lavender flower seeds and twigs. You choose one, and I will teach you how to plant it."
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Gu Xiaoai looked down and saw two bags of flower seeds and two bags of lavender twigs on the ground...
Mr. Li is really thoughtful. Is he very free every day now?
"Can lavender twigs be planted successfully if they are inserted directly into the soil?" Gu Xiaoai asked perfunctorily, walking over and squatting on the ground, picking up a bag of twigs.
Can such a small plant survive?
"Of course it's not that simple."
Mr. Li handed the crutch to the servant on the side, squatted down beside her, took out the lavender twigs from the bag, carefully taught her how to plant the grass, and taught her how to judge the quality of young prostitutes...
Gu Xiaoai listened perfunctorily, but Mr. Li spoke very seriously.
An old man who talked about the future development of the consortium on his birthday, an old man who caused her son to suffer from autism, is now teaching her how to grow flowers like an ordinary person...
Gu Xiaoai frowned and listened quietly to his story, watching him do a lot of preparation work before cutting a lavender twig into the ground.
"Try it." Mr. Li took the handkerchief from the servant and wiped the dirt on his hands. He stood up from the ground and coughed violently, "Cough cough cough..."
Gu Xiaoai raised her head in surprise and saw that Mr. Li was not holding the crutches and was standing slightly hunched over, looking as if he was about to fall.
Gu Xiaoai quickly dropped the lavender twigs in her hand, stood up and supported Lao Li at the same time as the servant.
"Cough cough cough..."
Old Li was coughing violently, his face was bloodless, and his eyes were dull.
"Sir, medicine." The servant took out a tube of medicine that was as colorless as water from his pocket, knocked the cap off the bottle and handed it to Mr. Li's lips.
Old Li drank it while trembling all over, and the potion overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
Gu Xiaoai supported his trembling arm and looked at him twitching and drinking medicine, like a pitiful old man...
He can control the fate of his three sons, but in the final analysis, he is not a god after all. He will still be tortured by illness. No matter how much money he has, he cannot buy back a sound body...
"Master, sit down."
The servant helped Mr. Li walk to the bench aside, and Gu Xiaoai followed them.
Mr. Li was still trembling after sitting on the bench, with potion dripping from the corners of his lips. Gu Xiaoai frowned, took out a tissue and wiped the corners of his mouth.
Seeing her actions, Mr. Li's eyes flashed with a cruel light. He pushed her hand away and shouted angrily, "I don't need your sympathy!"
One sentence was so powerful that if his hands were not still shaking, he would be a majestic old man.
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Gu Xiaoai stood aside and said nothing.
He really doesn't deserve her sympathy...
"Cough...cough..." Mr. Li was still coughing violently. He was coughing so badly that he felt like he wanted to cough out all his internal organs.
"roll!"
Mr. Li suddenly yelled at her again, "Get out of here!"
His eyes were unfocused, and he didn't know who he was looking at through her...
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Gu Xiaoai was speechless. Did he think she wanted to stay here?
Gu Xiaoai turned around and left, but suddenly turned around and saw Mr. Li sitting on a bench coughing violently, his back severely bent. The servants stood aside and did not dare to step forward rashly. He looked so lonely alone.