On the second floor, Yan Shiqi accompanied the man through the corridor and came all the way to the door of the most corner.

In the quiet corridor, there is a faint unsettling silence.

Separated by a door, there are two heavens of life and death.

Qin Baiyu pulled the inkstone Shiqi with one hand, and when he slowly pushed the door open, a smell of medicine instantly wafted out of the dimly lit room.

The furnishings in the room are very simple, a double bed, a log table, the old man who is about to die lies on the bed, and a middle-aged man about fifty years old sits on the low stool next to the bed.

"Si Shao, you're back!" He is Mo Guihai, the son of Uncle Mo, and the housekeeper of the Qin Mansion now.

There was a moment of light in his silent eyebrows and eyes the moment he saw the man.

Then he looked at the old man on the bed again, and said in a sour tone: "Father has been waiting for you, I'll go out first." ”

Before Mo Guihai left, he walked to Yan Shiqi's side and bowed slightly at her, looking very respectful.

Yan Shiqi smiled back, and outside the door that gradually closed behind him, it was the grief of Mo Guihai's tear-stained eyes.

In my father's life, perhaps the biggest regret is that I couldn't find the little girl who saved the four young people back then, and I would like to thank him.

Qin Baiyu walked to the hospital bed, sat down and called softly, "Uncle Mo......"

Yan Shiqi stood behind him, looking at the old man with sunken cheeks and skinny bones, the torture of illness seemed to consume all his anger, and he lay there, breathing.

Hearing the voice, Uncle Mo lifted his eyelids with great difficulty, kept blinking, and it took a long time to see clearly the person sitting in front of the hospital bed, who was the fourth young master he had always been thinking about.

"Four, four young ......"

His voice was weak and almost inaudible, only the muddy eyes gradually gathered light as he watched the man in the air.

"Uncle Mo, it's me. ”

The man's voice was deep, and the Adam's apple slid up and down, bringing a burst of stoic hoarseness.

Yan Shiqi stopped to look at this scene, and couldn't bear to open his eyes.

She feels so sorry for such a fourth brother.

Uncle Mo raised his hand tremblingly, squirming the corners of his wrinkled lips, wanting to speak but couldn't.

The man took his dry palm and leaned over his cheek, listening patiently to his words with a tense face.

Yan Shiqi didn't come close to disturb, just stood quietly beside him, a pair of watery eyes, and once again focused on the man's cheeks.

Then, she heard the man say in a dumb tone, "Uncle Mo, I found her and brought her here." ”

With just such a sentence, Yan Shiqi's heart was stung fiercely.

The old man who died soon, before he died, was still worried about whether Si Shao had found the little girl.

This kind of strong emotion is something that Yan Shiqi has never experienced in his past life.

There were tears in her eyes, and when she saw the man spreading his palm to her, she blinked her eyes and leaned over, walked to the bed to the old man, and called softly: "Uncle Mo." ”

She pursed her lips and added, "Back then, I called you......"

Uncle Mo seemed to be very pleased, his dark eyes looked at Yan Shiqi slowly and firmly, there were tears in the corners of his eyes, and the corners of his lips squirmed, although he didn't make a sound, but Yan Shiqi still read out two words, thank you.

Thank you for saving the Fourth Young Master, thank you for that phone call fourteen years ago, thank you and the Fourth Young Master for finally coming together.

Please love him well, the fourth young master is too bitter.

......

In the afternoon of the same day, it rained in the sky, and at 4:35, Uncle Mo passed away with his eyes closed.

The entire Qin family was immersed in a solemn and sad emotional atmosphere.

This old man who has done his best has burned a life for the Qin family.