Chapter 384 Never Wake Up
After a meal was used up, the two broke up in discord, thinking about what to do if Father Qin really gave Yuxiangfang to Marcus.
Just then, somehow, Marcus suddenly returned to his old house.
"Brother, mom."
Marcus greeted them lukewarm, calling the closest address, but there were more strangeness between words than anyone else.
The last person Qin Mingcheng wants to see now is Marcus. He looks bored. "I didn't see a figure all day before. Now I know I'm back?"
Marcus didn't have the patience to play Tai Chi with him. He changed his shoes in the porch and passed by with him: "I miss Grandpa, so I came back to have a look."
"Hum. Now I know a" grandfather ". Why didn't I see you so affectionate before?"
Qin Mingcheng stared at Marcus's far back, indignant way.
In fact, his words are nothing to find trouble, because Marcus has always been very close to Qin father, whether it was before or now.
Qin Mingcheng also secretly guessed, would it be because Marcus often accompanied Qin father, so Marcus can get the latter's green eyes?
It's not that he didn't want to follow the gourd painting, but his family concept in his bones was weak, and he couldn't care about Qin's father, so he had to give up.
Seeing Marcus disappear on the stairs on the second floor, Mrs. Qin grabbed Qin Mingcheng's sleeve and suddenly worried: "You said, if the straw bag knows what we have done to him before, will he tell your father?"
"If you know it, you will know it." Qin Mingcheng casually said, "What can he do if he knows? My arm can't twist my thigh, and I am alone. How can I fight us?"
"That's true." Old Mrs. Qin felt deeply justified, so she put down her heart and went to her own business.
When Marcus entered the house, he first saw Qin, who was sleeping peacefully on the bamboo chair.
"Dad is really... why do you sleep on it? Can't you sleep well in bed?" He made a model to complain, approached the old Qin, and then found that the other party was holding a photo frame in his hand.
Carefully pulling the frame out, Marcus glanced at the photo, dazed, then smiled and placed it on the bookshelf.
Qin old man arms suddenly empty a piece, he seems to be a little unaccustomed, twisted a few times on the bamboo chair, frowned.
Marcus quickly put a blanket over him and caressed his eyebrows.
So he smacked his lips like a child, and quickly fell asleep with a blanket in his arms.
Marcus felt funny in his heart, but after his eyes touched the white hair of Qin's old man's temples, the smile in his eyes vanished instantly.
Sipped lips, Marcus remembered not long ago Qin old man sent him the message.
"I'm getting more and more sleep now, and I don't know when I won't wake up. If you have time, spend more time with me. I'm afraid you won't see me again. "
Father Qin still closed his eyes. Like other sleeping old people, he breathed faintly, his chest fluctuated almost without, and his face was old and faintly gray.
In the silence of a room, Marcus poked his hand and probed the snorting of Qin's old man.
After confirming that there were vital signs there, he breathed a sigh of relief and retracted his hand.
Then, all morning, Marcus was watching Qin's father sleep.
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Repair your home.
The sound of mahjong machine splitting in the living room is endless. When Xiu Mu saw Xiu Yan go home, she said without looking back: "Xiaoyan, your grandfather has something to do with you-the second floor."