GBP Chapter 151 The Little Fairy and the Fairy Wand
Chapter 151 The Little Fairy and the Fairy Wand
Listen.
What is this all about?
Zongzheng Qi and Mu Li'an were both taken aback.
However, before Elder Zong could finish speaking, he added, "She has fair skin and a beautiful face, with sparkling eyes that seem to hold a vast universe of stars."
Do you think Ya Hui is doing well?
Did she go to heaven and become a fairy?
Zongzheng Qi and Mu Li'an found it increasingly bizarre as they listened, and they looked at Xie Jingbai standing to the side.
Xie Jingbai looked at the test results, his eyes full of questions. "That shouldn't be the case. Although the old man's indicators weren't very good, he shouldn't be talking nonsense like that."
It's like the final burst of energy a person experiences on their deathbed.
Xie Jingbai added, "Does Elder Zong usually like to look at beautiful women? He even knows internet slang like 'blingbling'."
What is this kind of kindness?
Zongzheng Qi: "My mother."
Mu Li'an: "My maternal grandmother."
“That’s not…” Xie Jingbai’s eyes twitched slightly. Madam Zong, isn’t that the deceased?
Could the data being checked be incorrect?
Master Zong's condition has reached a point where it cannot be explained by science.
Not so!
Thinking of this, he upheld the fine virtue of a doctor's benevolence and said, "Mr. Zong, come, let me move aside, let me examine you properly again."
As he spoke, he put on the stethoscope around his neck and stepped forward with his right hand, ready to pry open Elder Zong's pupils to see if there were any unusual changes.
Unexpectedly, just as his hand was about to touch Elder Zong's eyelids, he suddenly raised his hand and slapped it away, saying, "I'm fine."
Caught off guard, Xie Jingbai winced in pain, "Damn it!"
That damn speed and power, he's as strong as an ox.
Why?
He was increasingly unable to understand his body's condition.
The less you understand, the more interested you become.
However, the next second, Grandpa Zong propped himself up on the hospital bed and called out to his son, "Aqi, where is the little fairy who saved me?"
Zongzhengqi had been observing his father's condition.
He genuinely couldn't explain what had happened, but hearing him ask this, he stepped forward and asked, "Do you remember being rescued?"
Grandpa Zong loosened the oxygen tube. "I'm just old, not stupid!"
How could I forget? Take me to see the little girl who saved me right now.
The three people present could not understand the firmness of his attitude.
In particular Zongzheng Qi and Muli'an.
Their eyes, full of questions, revealed endless contemplation.
Xie Jingbai, an observer, once again advised Elder Zong, "Old man, you should have a thorough check-up first. I don't recommend you get out of bed right now given your condition."
The person who saved you was Miss Song. There was a misunderstanding outside, and she has already left.
However, I believe that with Mr. Zong's abilities, he will definitely bring her to see you later, so please don't rush.
Old Master Zong had a stubborn temper; the moment his feet touched the ground, he immediately put on the slippers beside the hospital bed. "What misunderstanding?"
No, I have to go find this girl right away.
Once he gets stubborn, even if Zongzheng Qi and Mu Li'an try to pull him back together, they can't.
However, as Song Beiyou and the examination results indicated, Elder Zong's physical condition was somewhat complicated.
The moment his slippers touched the ground, that feeling of being top-heavy and lightheaded immediately washed over him, causing his vision to go completely white again, and he fell backward.
Fortunately, his son, grandson, and doctors were around him this time, so he didn't fall to the ground with a "thud".
Elder Zong returned to his sickbed, and Xie Jingbai quickly checked him over.
The indicators are even worse than before.
"That's not a good idea," Xie Jingbai said. "I still suggest we ask Miss Song to come over."
Seeing this, Zongzheng Qi instructed Mu Li'an, "You stay here and look after your grandfather. Later, have Li Sheng arrange for your grandfather to go to the dedicated medical department of the Safety Supervision Bureau. I'm going out for a bit."
He had to go find Song Beiyou right away.
Whether it's what his father said about his mother or his father's current health condition, they must ask Song Beiyou to come over.
...
The first day of the Lunar New Year arrived as the sunset faded and night began.
Neon lights are on, red lanterns are lit, and festive songs for the New Year are playing everywhere in the streets and alleys.
Congratulations on your fortune! Congratulations on your success!
The best, please come over; the bad, please leave....."
It's catchy and easy to sing, just like it's etched into everyone's genes; everyone, young and old, can sing it.
As soon as it got dark, people set off fireworks, one cluster after another, illuminating the sky.
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, not many people were open for business.
Those who are able to open are mostly business owners who didn't go back to their hometowns for the Spring Festival or are local Beijing residents.
Inside the alley, there's a hot pot restaurant frequented only by true gourmets.
The boss is a local from Beijing, but he's not short of money. In the past, he would take a ten-day to half-month vacation during the Chinese New Year.
Today is strange; the door is wide open, and the aroma is wafting everywhere.
There weren't many customers, so the dining environment wasn't crowded at all.
Half an hour later, Song Beiyou, wearing a white fleece coat, and Duan Yao, wearing a black wool mid-length coat, walked out of the hot pot restaurant one after the other.
Duan Yao's arm was bent, and a red, festive scarf was casually hanging there.
At a glance, you can tell that this scarf belongs to Song Beiyou.
Behind them followed a fawning middle-aged man, the owner of the hot pot restaurant.
"Third Master, you are welcome to come again next time."
Duan Yao nodded slightly to him, then gently wrapped the scarf around Song Beiyou's neck.
Song Beiyou raised her head and smiled knowingly at Duan Yao, her full red lips resembling bright, juicy cherries.
You can tell at a glance that they really enjoyed the hot pot meal.
"Delicious?" Duan Yao's voice was low and husky, yet incredibly gentle.
Song Beiyou nodded firmly, "Yes, I'll come again next time."
Duan Yao took Song Beiyou's hand and said, "Okay, I'll bring you again next time."
The two strolled hand in hand through the alleyway, which was brimming with the most vibrant atmosphere.
When they passed by a fireworks stall, Duan Yao bought Song Beiyou a box of sparklers and helped her take one out and light it.
Song Beiyou held it in his hand and shook it.
Duan Yao took two steps back, took out his phone, and said, "Song Beiyou, look here."
Upon hearing his full name called, Song Beiyou turned around with a smile, "Hmm?"
The photos are beautiful and have a great atmosphere.
Duan Yao then posted it on his WeChat Moments, captioned: "A little fairy and a fairy wand."
His previous WeChat Moments were completely blank, but this post brought out a whole bunch of people.
Xie Jingbai: "Tsk tsk tsk, if you don't want to speak, then don't speak. But once you do, it's so sickeningly sweet."
"It's the Lunar New Year, you can't treat people like this!"
Duan Yu asked, "Uncle, when can I start calling you Auntie?"
Qin Shuyao: "Uncle, when can I start calling you Auntie?"
Duan Yao's mother asked, "Yao, when can you start calling me 'wife'?"
Yan Li asked, "Master, when can I start calling you Madam?"
......
Duan Yao posted a message on his WeChat Moments but didn't look at it, continuing his journey back to Jinxiu Manor with Song Beiyou.
Thinking that tonight would finally be a world completely just for the two of them, he silently plotted how to take her back to his house, or shamelessly follow her back to her house.
However, when he arrived at the entrance of Jinxiu Villa, his dream was shattered. A huge Zongzheng Qi was standing at the door waiting for Song Beiyou.