The little boy then opened the door for the little monk to come in, and then closed the door.

When Tang Ning entered the room, he saw that the room was not large, one room was separated, with a bed on one side, a cooking place on the other, and a shabby wooden table in the middle.

On the side of the bed, there was an old man lying on the bed, because the light in the room was a little dim, Tang Ning couldn't see clearly, only smelled the smell of medicine in the room, and the smell of dampness.

"Ahem, Xiao An, pour a glass of water for the guest." The old man on the bed coughed, as if he wanted to get up, and the little boy hurriedly stepped forward to help him.

"It's fine."

The old man smiled at the little boy, leaned on the head of the bed, and saw that the person who came in was a delicate-looking little monk, and couldn't help laughing: "I didn't expect it to be a little master, over the years, there has never been a Buddhist disciple passing by us, cough." ”

As the old man sat up, Tang Ning saw that he was just an ordinary mortal, with no cultivation, and he was already terminally ill. She smiled slightly, folded her hands and saluted him: "The little monk has seen the old donor, the old donor is unwell, so let's lie down and rest!" ”

"It's okay, everything I know about my body has come to this point, and I won't live long, cough cough." He coughed a few more times, and when he coughed, it seemed as if he couldn't catch up with his breath and might lose his breath at any moment.

The little boy didn't speak, just sat next to him and patted him on the back.

Tang Ning's gaze fell on the little boy again, and the little boy was also very keen, and when he saw her looking at him, he stared at her defensively, and that kind of guard, he had not let go of it since she had been in this room.

She bent her eyebrows and smiled at him, but the little boy ran to the cooking side with a tiger face.

Seeing this, she looked at the old man and asked, "Old man, I don't know who this child is?" ”

Listening to the little monk's words, the old man raised his heavy eyelids, glanced at him, and showed a smile: "The little master has good eyesight, and he can actually see that Xiao An is not an old grandson." ”

Tang Ning didn't speak, just smiled gently. The little boy was only five or six years old, and the clothes on his body were made from the old clothes of the old man, but even so, he could not hide his delicate facial features and the aura in his eyes.

She just wondered, how could such a child be here? Still taking care of such an old man like a candle in the wind?

"In fact, the old man didn't know where he came from, he only knew that he fell in the vegetable field that day, and the child didn't know where he came out, so he took water for the old man to drink, and also took something to give the old man a shade, and then he didn't leave, saying that he stayed to take care of him, saying that he was repaying the favor, cough cough, the old man didn't know what he wanted to repay, and he didn't say anything when he asked him."

The old man's weak voice spoke slowly, coughing lightly twice occasionally, and his eyes fell on the little boy with kindness and softness.

"These days, the old man is so sick that he can't get out of bed, he is taking care of him by his side, if it weren't for him, I'm afraid that the old man can't drink hot water if he wants to, cough cough."

Hearing this, Tang Ning nodded, stepped forward to help him lie down, and said, "Old man, you lie down first, I'll help, and I'll call you when I'll cook later." ”

"Ahem, trouble little master." The old man said, as if he was tired, so he slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Helping the old man cover the quilt, Tang Ning walked to the other side, looking at the vigilant little boy, she couldn't help but smile.