As if seeing the person she was looking forward to, the old lady happily held the hand of the person in front of her.
"Why are you coming here now? Is it because your grandfather has given you extra lessons? He always likes to teach people, and it's annoying to watch. Yesterday, my grandmother promised to fly the paper kite with you... By the way, the paper kite..."
The old lady turned her head: "Where is my paper kite?"
Seeing that she was about to get up and look for the kite, Xiao Yan pulled her and said softly: "I asked someone to put the kite away first and look at it later. It's just that grandma was not good today and didn't take the medicine properly."
The old lady immediately pursed her lips: "The medicine is bitter and not tasty."
Xiao Yan coaxed: "But grandma needs to take medicine to get well. When she's well, she can accompany Shang Yan out to fly kites. Don't grandma want to go?"
The old lady was like a child, her eyes lit up: "Go!"
"Then grandma will take the medicine first."
After coaxing the old lady, Xiao Yan glanced at Lingyin, who quickly stepped forward with the medicine bowl.
Taking the medicine bowl, Xiao Yan stirred the medicine with a spoon, took a spoonful, blew on it, and handed it to the old lady's mouth.
The old lady who was still resisting obediently drank the medicine from the spoon in his hand, with a grimace on her face and still thinking about going out to play: "Then you want to fly the paper kite with me, I'm really good, I can sting it really big." The very big paper kite can also prick tigers and butterflies..."
"Okay, I'll accompany you."
The old lady was a little confused when she spoke, and she would dance when she thought of happy things.
The bowl of soup in Xiao Yan's hand sprinkled a lot of medicine on him, and the old lady's body was also stained with many stains. However, Xiao Yan, who was always happy to be clean, didn't take it seriously at all. He just waited for the old lady to drink up the soup and held the handkerchief. Wipe the medicine stains left on her mouth.
The person on the bed was talking nonsense, and Xiao Yan responded softly. After a while, the old man who had just been making noises about flying kites looked sleepy, and his voice became softer, and he was still mumbling. Holding the "paper kite", people have already closed their eyes and fallen asleep.
After Xiao Yan carefully helped the old man lie down, he covered her with a thin quilt. After the old man fell asleep, he told Lingyin to stay by her side and got up to take Tang Ning and Madam Qin to the cubicle.
Tang Ning was confused: "Brother, that person just now was..."
"Great-grandmother, you can call her great-grandma."
Tang Ning was stunned for a moment, then heard Xiao Yan say softly: "Shangyan is my father's nickname."
Mrs. Qin saw that Tang Ning was a little confused and explained to her: "The old lady had a serious illness before. Because she was not treated in time, her mind was a little confused. She was immersed in her own world and could not recognize the people outside. Sober Sometimes I can remember some people and events in the past, but when I’m not sober, I forget them completely.”
Tang Ning felt uncomfortable in her heart for a moment after listening to Mrs. Qin's words.
If you can't recognize people when you're awake, what will it be like when you're confused?
She thought of the old man just now. When she smiled, her face was full of wrinkles, but her words and actions were like a child's. She vaguely felt as if she had seen him somewhere before, but after thinking about it for a long time, she couldn't remember.
Tang Ning only thought that the old lady looked similar to someone she had seen before. She turned to Madam Qin and lowered her voice: "Can't Grandma's illness be cured?"
Mrs. Qin shook her head: "The old lady has been sick for a long time, and she was harmed by others before. She took some medicines that she shouldn't have taken. It's not easy to stay healthy."
If she hadn't come to the palace for treatment on several pretexts after she met Xiao Yan, and even stayed in the capital for nearly half a year to take care of her, and several times pulled back the Empress Dowager who had stepped one foot into the Palace of Hell, she would probably be an old man. It’s gone long ago, so how can we talk about recovery?
Tang Ning pursed her lips slightly and felt sad.
Madam Qin didn't stay long and left after saying a few words.
Seeing Tang Ning's eyes lowered, Xiao Yan comforted her softly: "Don't be sad. It's actually good for my great-grandmother to be like this. She doesn't have to remember some people who shouldn't be remembered, and she doesn't have to be sad about things that have passed long ago. Besides, she If I were completely awake, I probably wouldn’t be alive now.”
When something happened to her father, everyone in the East Palace was executed. If the Empress Dowager hadn't been so stimulated that she went crazy, she wouldn't have survived given her love for her father and him.
Xiao Yan took Tang Ning and sat beside him. Seeing that she was a little depressed, he started talking about something else.
"Do you know why my father called me Shang Yan?"
Tangning shook his head: "Why?"
Xiao Yan chuckled: "Because when my grandmother was pregnant with my father, my great-grandfather dreamed of wild beasts hanging on the beams. He admired literature as well as martial arts, and he also felt that a gentleman is the best, no matter how good he is, he needs to conquer."
"My great-grandfather was a man who knew nothing about humility. He never concealed his ambitions and achievements. He built a huge business and single-handedly made the family strong."
"In order to calm the hearts of those below, he had to pretend to be a little more gentle. But although he taught my father how to behave like a gentleman, in his heart, he expected him to become an invincible beast, so he was named Shangyan."
The person who is the best is called a saint in ancient times, and it also refers to someone who is above ten thousand people.
Tang Ning still remembered what Xiao Yan had said about his father before, saying that his father was very popular with his great-grandfather, and was even designated as the successor earlier than his grandfather. He was so popular that he had a rift with his grandfather and was gradually jealous of him. So much so that he later died.
Now listening to Xiao Yan's words, she understood more and more why his father had gone to that point.
Up there...
Such a name that is unabashedly valued and even hoped for, if the person who matches it is astonishingly talented and beautiful, how can it not arouse jealousy?
When Xiao Yan talked about the past, his whole body was filled with tenderness.
"My father had little leisure time when he was young and was exposed to the affairs of the clan early. My great-grandmother felt sorry for him the most and always took him to play in different ways. However, my father had a precocious temperament and knew that he had a heavy burden and his age He was very mature at a young age, and my great-grandmother always said that it was my great-grandfather who taught him bad things, and she even pulled my great-grandfather’s ears because of his father.”
"After I was born, my great-grandmother doted on me, as if she wanted to compensate me for all the childhood that my father never had. Even though my father restrained me, I was always crazy and wanton before I was ten years old. , there has never been any dissatisfaction.”
He inherited his father's intelligence, but not his father's self-discipline and rigidity. Coupled with his unique dignity, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was the overlord in the palace in those years.
He lived happily for twelve years until...
Xiao Yan's expression paused, and when a haze appeared in his eyes, he lowered his eyes and whispered: "Come make paper kites with me, just in case grandma still remembers it when she wakes up."
Tang Ning hesitated: "But I can't do it."
"I can, I'll teach you."
Xiao Yan took Tang Ning to the bamboo forest next to Zhuangzi, cut down a few sections of bamboo, and then had people deliver paper.
Tang Ning followed and watched as he neatly used the soft sword that once killed people with his hands and feet to cut out the bamboo bones and make thin bamboo silk. After that, he finished the shape of the paper kite.
She just followed Xiao Yan's instructions, clumsily holding the paper and pasting it on the stretched bamboo bones.
"How are your painting skills?" Xiao Yan turned his head.
Tang Ning blinked: "It should be... not bad..."
"One for each person?"
After Tang Ning nodded, Xiao Yan took the pen and ink over. The two of them clearly didn't discuss it, but after they finished sketching, it turned out to be a tiger and a butterfly.
After the coloring was completed and it was completely finished, Tang Ning looked at the vivid tiger with its tail wagging in Xiao Yan's hand and burst into laughter.
"Where is the red tiger?"
She held up the flower and butterfly in her hand: "Mine is beautiful."
Xiao Yan pursed his lips and chuckled: "Yes, you look good."
It was getting dark outside. When the lights were lit in the room, Ayane came over and said that the old lady was awake.
Tang Ning hurriedly urged Xiao Yan to go over with the prepared paper kite. Unexpectedly, the old lady who woke up had no memory of what happened before and looked at Xiao Yan with a blank look at Xiao Yan holding the butterfly paper kite.
"Who are you?"
Looking at Xiao Yan standing in front of the bed, even though he knew that the old man on the bed was sick, the overwhelming sadness at this moment still made Tang Ning feel breathless.
Tang Ning held the tiger kite in her arms, pulled Xiao Yan forward, and gave a big smile to the old man on the bed.
"Grandma, he is Yuan Sheng and I am Tang Ning. We are here to fly the kite with you!"
"Yuan Sheng..."
The old lady tilted her head, her eyes fell on Tang Ning's arms for a moment, she clapped her hands happily: "Zhiyuan, release the paper kite!"
Xiao Yan felt the constant blazing warmth on the little hand holding his, and the coldness in his heart seemed to be blown away by the wind, and his eyebrows softened.
"Okay, let's fly the kite." He held Tang Ning in his backhand: "Let's do it together."
