He looked down and saw the old man holding his cell phone and a photo with his hands on his stomach.

The photo was of course Lu Tingwan.

During the period when Lu Tingwan left to film, the old man kept his cell phone away every day, and kept his meals and sleeps. He was always waiting for Lu Tingwan's video call. Sometimes he could post a day when he stared at his cell phone and photos.

Looking at the two things in the old man's hand and looking at the old man's pale and haggard face, Jiang Yu seemed to realize something, and his heart suddenly felt like he was suddenly stepping on empty space, his legs and feet were a little weak.

Jiang Yu looked at the old man, then opened his mouth and called him: "...Old man?"

The old man didn't respond.

"Old man?" Jiang Yu shouted again, and his hand pushed the old man's shoulder.

"Old man?" Jiang Yu was obviously anxious, his hands became stronger and stronger, and the old man was pushed and shaken.

"Ah, heh, heh, heh, heh, he did whatever he did." The old man in his sleep was pushed intermittently. He opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Zhuo who was pushing him for no reason.

"Boy, are you itchy? Why are you still naughty when you are so adult?" Sheng Qingyuan, who was forcibly pushed to the ground, stared at Jiang Yu who was sleeping with anger.

Seeing Jiang Yu looking at him, he did not respond with a strange look, his eyes were a little strange, his face was not very good, as if he was frightened, and the old man was inexplicably surprised.

"What's wrong?"

The old man saw the blanket in Jiang Yu's hand.

Jiang Yu came to his senses and threw the blanket in his hand on the old man. He stood up behind him and said the most poisonously: "I thought you were dead."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left the balcony.

"Boy, do you want me to die so much, do you?" Sheng Qingyuan sat up and turned his head to curse at Jiang Yu's back.

"Wait for me." He called Jiang Yu who was walking away, then put his cell phone and photos in his pocket, and then picked up his crutch next to him.

Jiang Yu subconsciously looked back and saw the old man standing up from the recliner with difficulty and slow movements.

Jiang Yu's steps stopped suddenly.

"Cough cough..." The old man didn't get up for a long time and coughed several times in his busy work.

Jiang Yu was about to walk away when the old man stood up and stood up.

Jiang Yu stopped again.

The old man turned around and saw Jiang Yu standing there looking at him. He said angrily: "What are you looking at? You won't come and help me?"

Jiang Yu looked at him speechlessly, walked over to support the old man with one arm.

"Why are you back?" Sheng Qingyuan asked Jiang Zhuo.

"Come back and see if you are still here." Jiang Yu said.

"If I die early one day, I will be sent away by your mouth." Sheng Qingyuan wanted to hit him.

Jiang Zhuo helped the man out of the room. Thinking of the old man's condition of taking medicine today, he asked him.

"Oh, I've taken it all, I've taken it all, I don't have Alzheimer's disease, so I need you to remind me every day if I take a medicine."

Sheng Qingyuan hates the most that he has been constantly taking medicine for more than ten years because others remind him to take medicine. He knows that Jiang Yu cares about his body, but Sheng Qingyuan is still annoyed when he hears it.

Every time I heard about him taking medicine, I felt like I was reminding him how many days he had left.

"Just a cold, you don't have to run back to see me several times a day, just be busy with yours. There are so many people in the family, what can I do?" Sheng Qingyuan went downstairs and nagged.

Jiang Yu helped the man to sit down on the sofa, and without answering his words, he poured a glass of warm water for him.
Chapter completed!