Tang Wan breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Si Borong agree to find someone.
"Thanks."
Her face turned pale and she thanked him weakly.
Just as he was about to get up, he suddenly felt dizzy and fell to the ground with a thud, passing out.
When Song Nan came back, he happened to see this scene and hurried forward, "Miss Tang?"
Si Borong's eyebrows were knitted into knots. He quickly stepped forward, felt her breath, and ordered, "Send her to the hospital."
Si Borong didn't like Tang Wan, and could even be said to hate her, so naturally he didn't have much pity for her.
"Okay." Song Nan nodded.
Si Borong glanced down at Tang Wan and left quickly.
He changed his usual ostentatious demeanor and drove out in a very low-key car.
Seeing this, Song Nan sighed slightly, bent down, picked up Tang Wan, and went to the hospital again.
About two hours later, Si Borong from the cemetery received a call from Song Nan. "Ms. Tang's test results are out. She's in the late stage of stomach cancer. The doctor said she has at most one month to live."
Upon hearing the news, Si Borong's face showed no sadness or joy. If one had to describe his expression, it was extreme indifference.
After Song Nan finished speaking, there was an eternal silence, and the sound of the wind whistling on the top of the cemetery mountain could be heard.
After a long while, Si Borong said indifferently, "I understand."
But Song Nan didn't hang up the phone. After thinking for a while, he said, "Miss Tang said that she wants to be buried with Young Master Feng Xiao after her death. I want to know your opinion."
Hearing this, Si Borong's eyes suddenly turned gloomy and he said sternly: "Tell her, she doesn't deserve it!"
Beep, beep, beep. Si Borong hung up the phone and sneered sarcastically, "You're just dreaming."
He lowered his eyes and glanced across the tombstone in front of him.
It was the tomb of a couple. On the tombstone was a wedding photo of Si Fengxiao and Tang Wan. The people in the photo were smiling happily.
To them, Tang Wan died thirty-three years ago.
The past is like the wind, floating up into my mind, disappearing in the blink of an eye, leaving only a sigh.
Si Borong stood there for an unknown amount of time, curled his lips, and turned away.
Behind him, the white daisies in front of the tombstone fluttered in the wind.
At the same time, Mu Baoer also brought Mu Xiaoche and Mu Xiaohan back to Qingfeng Temple.
As soon as the two of them arrived at the gate of the Taoist temple, they ran in as fast as they could, shouting, "Grandpa Xufeng, Uncle Kongchan, Brother Xuanqing, we're back!"
The valley was silent, and the voices of the two little kids could be heard from far away.
In the gym, Kong Chan and Xuan Qing immediately told their disciples to unplug all the network cables in the gym, so that they would not be caught by the two little brats surfing the Internet every day again!
As soon as the order was given, two small figures came running towards them, crashed into their arms like little cannonballs, and fell to the ground with a thud. The four figures were in a mess.
Xiao Che and Xiao Han sat on their bodies and said in unison, "Uncle Kong Chan, Brother Xuan Qing, we look just like you! Do you miss us?"
"I really want to think about it. I really want to think about it!"
I dare not say that I don’t want to, after all, these two little ancestors are not easy to please.
Mu Baoer also walked in and saw them making a scene. In fact, it was Kong Chan and Xuan Dan who were being bullied by Xiao Che and Xiao Han. She couldn't help but hold her forehead and scolded them, "Stop messing around."
Mu Xiaoche and Mu Xiaohan made faces.
Kong Chan and Xuan Qing each had one hanging on their bodies. They looked up at Mu Baoer, who was carrying a lot of bags, and hurried to greet her. "Baoer, why didn't you tell me you were coming back? Why did you bring so many things with you? We have everything we need in our Taoist temple!"
Having said that, his eyes kept looking into the bag she was carrying, which was full of delicious snacks!
"It's not for you. We brought it for Grandpa Xufeng." Mu Xiaohan said with a smile, his eyes flashing with cunning and full of bad intentions.
As soon as these words came out, Kong Chan and Xuan Qing's faces showed heartbroken expressions. They said, "The master is old and can't eat these things. It will easily cause three highs."
Just as they finished speaking, a cough was heard behind them, followed by a faint voice, "Kongchan Xuanqing, who do you say is older?"
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