Chapter 34 Chapter 34 Dream (II)

Damaged vitality... Fang Hui listened, thinking to himself, will he be unable to catch ghosts? If

he can't catch ghosts, will he be unable to collect his good deeds?

If he can't collect his good deeds, will he become transparent again?

Fang Hui's face became uglier and uglier as he

thought about it. "Don't worry, you won't disappear in just a few days." Ning Guohua leaned back as if he had guessed what Fang Hui was thinking.

Fang Hui was relieved.

"And you can let Xiao Lan accompany you. There are many people who come to see me."

Fang Hui's face was obviously disgusted: "But he can't see all these... Go with him? And then shoot an episode of Science in Action?"

Ning Guohua smiled: "Xiao Lan is not always unable to see. He is away because of some things... Fang Hui, pour me a glass of water."

"..." Fang Hui mechanically stood up, poured him a glass of water, and handed it to him, then sat down and waited for Ning Guohua to continue.

Ning Guohua drank half a glass of water slowly, and then looked at Fang Hui, who was staring at him expectantly: "Why?" "

...You just said Ning Helan could see before?"

"Yes, Xiaolan..." Then Ning Guohua stopped talking, and he put down the glass, "I'd better not say it anymore."

"..." Fang Hui stood up from his seat, and couldn't help but give the old man a blank look. Where did this problem come from? He always kept people in suspense!

But Fang Hui couldn't scold him or hit him, so he could only sigh and then walked out of the ward.

He felt more and more that Ning Guohua was a riddle man, and everything he said was a cliché, and he didn't explain it to you clearly, which was really annoying.

There were not many patients in the ward on the floor of the rehabilitation department, and many beds were empty.

The young man in the next room went in and out to fetch water for his family. The old man sat on the bed and chatted with his daughter.

From their chat, Fang Hui learned that his daughter and son-in-law were accompanying him. The old man had a bad lumbar spine and had been hospitalized for a week, but he would be able to go home tomorrow.

The son-in-law came back from the water room with washed fruits, and gave Fang Hui one when he saw him leaning against the corridor.

Fang Hui was about to refuse, but the son-in-law smiled and stuffed the fruit in his hand into him: "Don't be polite, don't be polite, eat one."

Looking at the bright red apple in his arms, Fang Hui turned his head to look into the ward.

The family of three was happy. The old man had bad teeth and couldn't chew it, so his daughter cut the apple into thin slices and fed her one by one.

The old man happily said that it was better to have a daughter, and that a daughter would be loving.

Looking at their happy faces, Fang Hui was a little absent-minded.

Fang Hui suddenly remembered something and turned to go into the ward.

"Grandpa Ning, I want to ask you something."

Ning Guohua was dozing off, and opened his eyes when he heard his voice: "What is it?"

"I want to talk to my dad in his dream, what should I do?" "

Talk to him in his dream, it's simple, wait for your father to fall asleep, hold his fingers, and sleep next to him, then you can enter the same dream." Ning Guohua said, "But your current appearance is not what you used to look like, are you sure you can sleep next to your father?"

"..." That's right, then wait until dad falls asleep and then sneak into the room.

Just thinking about it, a fragrance wafted over, Fang Hui turned around and saw Ning Helan holding two lunch boxes with fragrant barbecue inside.

"Oh, it smells so good." Ning Guohua sat up and looked at Ning Helan expectantly.

"Fang Hui, come and eat something?" Ning Helan saw Fang Hui standing at the door and called him.

"...Oh." Fang Hui responded awkwardly.

Fang Hui was no longer hungry after his death, but now he was a little hungry, so he also took a string of grilled enoki mushrooms.

The enoki mushrooms were grilled and slightly curled, brushed with barbecue sauce and sprinkled with chili powder. When he took a bite, the aroma of vegetables and sauce wrapped around his tongue, making him salivate.

He didn't think enoki mushrooms were delicious before, but now he thinks they taste good.

Ning Guohua finished a string of pork belly in a few bites, then picked up a string of ham sausage and said, "

It would be nice to have some wine." "Can I add some ice to your wine?" Ning Helan glanced at him, "Grandpa, you are in the hospital now, not on vacation."

Ning Guohua shook his head, "Your grandpa is in good health, I'm just tired today, I'll be fine after a few days of rest."

Ning Helan responded perfunctorily, picked up a string of roasted melons and blew on them. Just as he was about to put them in his mouth, he heard Ning Guohua calling him.

"Xiao Lan, what's wrong with your hand?" Ning Guohua discovered that Ning Helan's arm was injured early in the morning, but the child had been hiding it from him.

"Oh, I was scratched before, and the doctor treated it for me just now." Ning Helan said.

"Let me see." Ning Guohua stretched out his hand, and Ning Helan stretched out his hand, but took it back before Ning Guohua could take a closer look.

"It's okay, Grandpa." Ning Helan said, and then handed him the roasted pork skin, "Grandpa, your favorite pork skin."

Ning Guohua didn't say anything else. After taking the pork skin, he looked at him and said, "Tomorrow night, you and Fang will go back to his house."

"Huh?" Ning Helan glanced at Fang Hui, "What are you going to do?"

Ning Guohua told Ning Helan about Fang Hui's dream. Ning Helan lowered his eyelashes, and after a while he raised his head and said, "Grandpa, it's illegal to break into someone's house in the middle of the night."

"..." Ning Guohua swallowed the meat in his mouth, "Can't you go there openly?"

Ning Helan was a little speechless. Who would let two unknown men break into their home in the middle of the night and sleep next to them... I'm afraid that no one with a normal mind would do such a thing.

"Actually, I can go by myself..." Fang Hui said in a low voice.

"It's okay, let Xiaolan follow you, so you can take care of it if anything happens." Ning Guohua said as he picked up a bunch of leeks.

Hearing what he said, the two young men looked at each other: "What can go wrong?"

"I calculated with my fingers, and there might be an accident." Ning Guohua said seriously.

Ning Helan said helplessly: "Grandpa, you let me go even though you knew there would be an accident?"

"Xiao Lan, you should get used to it in advance. When I'm not around, you'll have to rely on yourself."

"You're not around? Where are you going?"

Ning Guohua stopped answering and concentrated on eating the skewers.

Ning Helan was confused, and Fang Hui asked in a low voice: "Does your grandpa always speak like this and let others guess?"

"He is like this, he often can't make his words clear." Ning Helan smiled bitterly.

"Hey, kid, when did I not make my words clear? It's because you are not conscious enough and can't understand." Ning Guohua said dissatisfiedly, and then wanted to get the skewers again, but he didn't expect that the skewers were getting farther and farther away from him.

Looking up, Ning Helan seemed to be smiling. Ning Guohua frowned: "Hey, what are you doing?"

It turned out that while he was talking, Ning Helan took away the remaining skewers. Ning Guohua looked at the food eagerly. Ning Helan smiled: "Grandpa, it's already ten o'clock. The doctor said that you shouldn't eat too greasy food at night."

"Hey, you hold a grudge, right? Xiaolan, Ning Helan?!"

Ning Guohua watched Ning Helan walk out with the barbecue, smacking his lips unhappily, obviously not full: "Why do you get more stingy as you grow older?"

Ning Helan walked to the door and waved back.

Fang Hui didn't know why he called him out. Unexpectedly, Ning Helan took him to the corridor and sat down: "Come, let's finish the skewers. There are still so many left. It would be a pity to throw them away."

Fang Hui took the skewers and glanced at Ning Helan: "Little Taoist priest, I heard from your grandfather that you can't see those ghosts now, but you could see them before?"

"..." Ning Helan stopped chewing, but he quickly recovered, "I don't know." Ning Helan

leaned back in the chair, his eyes moved to the incandescent light in the corridor, stared at the little flying insect next to him and said: "I seem to have something happened to me when I was a child. I used to have good eyesight, but after that incident, I was almost night blind at night."

"What happened?" Fang Hui asked immediately.

Ning Helan shook her head lightly: "I don't remember, it shouldn't be a big deal."

Fang Hui secretly sighed, how come the two grandsons of this family, one is a mystery teller, and the other is indifferent?

Oh no, was he just answering his own question?

It was almost eleven o'clock, and the nurse came to check on the ward. Ning Guohua didn't need to stay with the patient here, so she sent Ning Helan and Fang Hui out.

So the two had to go home obediently.

Ning Helan was yawning all the way, and she looked very sleepy.

Fang Hui also felt a little tired today, and went back to the study to sleep as soon as he returned to Ning Helan's house.

Brother Ji had fallen asleep, and he came over when he heard the noise.

It saw the zipper bandage on Ning Helan's arm and clucked, wanting to see it.

"It's just a minor wound, it's okay." Ning Helan said as he squatted down and stretched his arm in front of the rooster.

The rooster seemed to be really looking at the wound carefully and touched it gently with his beak.

"It's okay, the doctor has treated it today, don't worry, brother rooster."

"Cuckoo?"

The words were spoken lightly, but Ning Helan returned to the room, and his originally relaxed expression turned uncomfortable at this moment.

He had been feeling a dull pain in the wound ever since the doctor treated it, just like being bitten by an ant.

He touched the wound and took a breath of cool air. Why did it feel more serious than before the treatment?

Putting her arm under the light and looking at it carefully, Ning Helan saw that the wound was faintly blue, and it seemed to be much more swollen than before.

"It won't really fester, will it?" Although it hurt, Ning Helan didn't take it seriously, thinking that this small wound would heal the next day.

But the next day, not only did the wound not heal, it was even more swollen than the night before. It couldn't be touched at all, and it hurt so much that it was unbearable.

Fang Hui saw the dark circles under Ning Helan's eyes and thought he was worried about Ning Guohua, so he comforted him awkwardly.

"Grandpa Ning is just tired. Didn't the doctor say he can be back in two days? You don't have to worry too much."

"Hmm..." Ning Helan didn't really pay attention to what Fang Hui was saying. The wound was uncomfortable all night yesterday, itchy and painful.

Fang Hui glanced at Ning Helan's arm. The arm was swollen, and there seemed to be a dark blue gas around the wound.

Could it be that he was dazzled? He saw the rooster staring at Ning Helan out of the corner of his eye.

"Hey, did you see the gas, too?"

"Crack."

"Do you think Ning Helan is possessed by a ghost?"

"Crack."

"...Can you understand me?"

"Crack."

One person and one chicken, communication is difficult, Fang Hui doesn't want to pay attention to it anymore: "Ugly chicken."

"Crack!" The rooster pounced and pecked at Fang Hui, and Fang Hui ran away.