Kyoto Kangan Hospital.

Four people walked in the corridor.

Qin Guang felt extremely honored to have people of Liu Di and Mo Yu's level accompany him on the visit.

But among the four people, the figure walking last.

But he once faced countless bayonets on the battlefield without retreating.

Qin Changhe dared to directly ram enemy planes without fear of being smashed to pieces.

Because he was afraid.

There were a mixture of emotions in his heart, including the despair of not being able to return and the fear of the new world.

And, an incredible situation that makes people not know how to deal with it.

It was just a coma, and when he opened his eyes and woke up, his 20-year-old wife had become a 93-year-old old woman.

How can anyone accept this?

Qin Changhe walked aside.

He twisted his thighs hard, hoping that this was a dream and that he could wake up.

pity.

The corridor in front of me was getting deeper and deeper, just like a film being shown in the squadron; once it started, there was no way to stop.

Click.

Qin Guang, who was at the front, opened the door of a ward.

He pushed the door open and stood straight at the door.

This sound brought Qin Changhe, who was daydreaming, back to reality.

For a moment, sweat broke out on his forehead.

Outsiders cannot understand what he feels in his heart.

Qin Changhe took two steps back.

As far as I can remember, this was the only time he had retreated in his life.

But it was Brother Liu who grabbed his arm, looked forward, and said, "If you don't go in today, you will regret it for the rest of your life."

Qin Changhe's body trembled slightly.

Hesitated for a moment.

He glanced at Brother Liu and nodded slightly.

He stretched his head and looked into the ward again.

The room was 5 meters away from him, and its door faced a bright window.

It's noon now.

The sun was suspended just outside the window.

The dazzling sunlight spread out, illuminating the room with brightness and vitality.

The white bed and white quilt seemed to be stained with a layer of golden light.

In a trance.

The dark corridor was like hell, and the bright ward was like heaven.

Qin Changhe vaguely saw a thin figure lying on the hospital bed. He couldn't see the face clearly, but could see a few strands of crystal clear silver hair reflected by the sunlight.

Brother Liu walked forward.

Qin Changhe, who was as firm as a sculpture, came to his senses and followed silently.

Four people walked into the room.

I saw the figure on the bed, covered with a white quilt, with his head sunk into the soft pillow.

Qin Guang was about to speak.

But Qin Changhe was looking at the pair of red embroidered shoes neatly placed beside the bed, his eyes wide open and his body stiff.

Qin Guang whispered, "Grandma is very good at embroidery. This is a pair of shoes she made for herself, but she has not been able to walk for three years."

"These shoes were placed according to her wishes. She probably hoped that one day she would be able to wear them again."

Qin Changhe suddenly waved his hand, "I know these better than you."

Everyone suddenly fell silent.

Qin Changhe said: "The flower on the shoe is called Campion. The flower is beautiful, but the fruit is poisonous."

"Xiao Lan once used the fruit of the hornwort to poison a group of Japanese soldiers, causing them to vomit and have diarrhea."

"She said she was the flower of the gardenia, beautiful and good at fighting the devils."

Qin Changhe's eyes suddenly became moist.

"She didn't put these shoes out to wear."

"She said that if she was kidnapped one day, she would find a way to put the embroidered cymbidium flowers at the door."

"If my troops were passing by, they would know where she was and could rescue her."

Qin Changhe's body trembled even more violently.

Walk towards the bed.

But outside the ward, a nurse suddenly walked in with a hurried look on her face.

The nurse frowned and lowered her voice, "Why are there so many people coming in?! Grandma Zhao is in a very bad condition now. She could be in trouble at any time. All of you get out!"

When Qin Changhe heard this, he covered his chest tightly.

Brother Liu winked.

Qin Guang sighed and half-pushed and half-pushed the nurse out the door.

And Qin Changhe.

He approached the bed somewhat absentmindedly.

He saw the face.

He is already skinny, his face is covered with wrinkles and age spots, and his hair is full of silver.

but.

Time makes people old, but it cannot conceal the outlines of their facial features.

Qin Changhe's world was spinning.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

It seems like a lifetime ago.

In the past, there were not so many material desires and temptations.

Once you are in love, it lasts a lifetime.

To put it simply, it means that when facing your lover, your heart is as calm as calm water.

To put it more romantically, it means that the promise will last until death.

Qin Changhe saw with his own eyes that his woman turned from a young girl into an old woman with white hair in an instant.

It's like the world is destroyed.

She is Xiaolan.

The sad emotion gushed out in an instant like a dam bursting.

Qin Changhe squatted beside the bed, held Zhao Lan's old hand, and slowly lowered his head.

I tried not to cry, but my shoulders were shaking.

The old man's eyelids on the bed trembled slightly.

Zhao Lan, who had been in a coma for 7 days, suddenly woke up.

Even the nurse outside the door was stunned.

She opened her eyes very slowly, and her once bright eyes had now become cloudy.

I don’t know if she can see the person in front of her clearly.

"Xiao Guang, you're here."

Zhao Lan spoke, her voice was very weak, but she still managed a smile.

Qin Guang and Qin Changhe look so similar.

The man held Xiaolan's hand, trying hard to hold back tears, "I am Qin Changhe."

Zhao Lan didn't have enough breath, but she still smiled lovingly, "Silly child, that's your grandfather's name."

The man stared hard, tears finally streaming down his face, "I am Qin Changhe."

Zhao Lan shook her head slightly, "He's out on a mission."

Qin Changhe was silent.

There is no mission in this world that lasts 70 years.

Xiaolan, why is she so stupid?

suddenly.

Zhao Lan said with a dejected look: "He won't come back."

Qin Changhe's tears burst out silently.

He looked at the embroidered shoes beside the bed and picked them up gently, "Xiaolan, I'll help you put on your shoes."

Qin Changhe lifted the quilt from under Zhao Lan's feet.

A pair of wrinkled little feet were revealed.

Qin Changhe smiled with tears in his eyes, "Xiaolan, your feet have been bound so small, smaller than Eryan at the head of the village. You must have become the most beautiful girl in the village."

Zhao Lan's expression suddenly froze.

A layer of mist gathered in his cloudy eyes, and a little starlight seemed to light up in the depths of his pupils.

In the old society, there was a prevailing custom that as soon as a girl was born, her feet would be wrapped with cloth strips to squeeze and deform them so that they could not grow. This was called foot binding, commonly known as bound feet.

The ancient saying 'lotus steps gracefully' and the adjective 'old lady with bound feet' both come from this.

In the concept at that time, the smaller the girl's feet, the more beautiful she was.

Qin Changhe said slowly: "Children nowadays don't know what foot binding is, let alone how to wear shoes."

Qin Changhe picked up an embroidered shoe.

It was hooked on Zhao Lan's toes.

Then gently massage the soles of his feet.

"You said that your bones hurt when you put on shoes with your small feet."

"So, the most comfortable way is to put it on while massaging."

"Xiao Lan, I have worn your embroidered shoes hundreds of times."