Become a Big Brother’s Favorite After Marriage

Chapter 414: Relics (1 more)

Jingle Bell.

The intercom phone on the table rang spontaneously in the silent space, and then a thin white hand picked up the microphone.

Qiao Ansheng tucked the microphone on his shoulder and tilted his head. He was a little burnt and held the phone between his cheeks and shoulders. In his hand, he kept flipping through the report: "Hey, Xiao Zhang, what's the matter?"

"Mr Qiao, here, there is a courier for you..."

Qiao Ansheng was a little inexplicable: "My express?"

Xiao Zhang also hesitated a bit. After all, in her cognition, Qiao Ansheng's outfit, just a top, was enough for her half a year's salary. It was not like someone who needed online shopping.

But she stared at the big cardboard box, confirmed again, and nodded: "Yes, Mr. Qiao, it does have your name written on it."

The movement in Qiao Ansheng's hand paused.

Anything she wants will be given to her by someone, or someone will tailor it for her, so she rarely uses online shopping.

How can there be express delivery without buying anything?

Is it Qin Yanchen?

Qiao Ansheng propped his chin, signed his name on the document, came up with this idea, and quickly rejected it.

The man who didn't even know how to use Weibo didn't look like someone who would use those shopping software.

Who would send her the courier?

Xu was threatened by someone last time. This time, Qiao Ansheng had an extra eye on things of unknown origin. She held the microphone and continued: "Look at the sender's address first. Where is it?"

Xiao Zhang Yiyan glanced at it: "It seems to be sent from some hospital in the suburbs."

When Qiao Ansheng heard the address, he was familiar with it. After searching in his head, he suddenly remembered, isn't this the name of the hospital where she was staying at the time?

Qiao Ansheng only reacted with hindsight: "Ah, I see, it's the old man."

It turned out that at that time, after Qiao Ansheng learned some information about the events of the year from the old man who managed the archives, he was going to leave...

The old man suddenly seemed to be thinking of something again, and he grabbed Qiao Ansheng's arm and his expression was quite emotional.

"Hey, little girl, wait a minute, Lin Qing's girl still has something left here. You can wait for me to find it, and you can bring it back and burn it to Lin Qing."

The old man took off his hat, revealing a head of snow-white hair, he hunched back, and his expression looked very sad.

"That girl is kind-hearted, and she always comes to help me, an old man, when she is in the hospital. She shouldn't be so life-stricken. These things of her were lost when she was discharged from the hospital, and I can't always contact her. Stayed in my hands all the time..."

He looked at Qiao Ansheng solemnly: "Since you are here today for her, take it back for her."

The old man said, let go of Qiao Ansheng's hand, turned around tremblingly, and dragged out a large box full of storage cabinets from the table and floor.

After all, he is a bit older, and the information that Qiao Ansheng had been with Qiao Ansheng for so long was already a little strenuous, but at this moment he still had to hold on to his energy, bending down and rummaging through the pile of debris.

"Ah, is it Aunt Lin Qing's luggage?"

Qiao Ansheng only regarded Lin Qing as the clothes and other things left here back then. He leaned forward and saw that the old man was really struggling to bend over, so he took the initiative to help him find it.

What a pity to the old man was that the two of them rummaged through the storage box, and Qiao Ansheng went to several other places under the command of the old man.

The two of them almost turned over the entire house, but the thing that belonged to Lin Qing in the old man's mouth was still missing.

Qiao Ansheng didn't care much, but the old man seemed anxious.

He was a little anxious in the room, like the ants on a hot pan turned around, wrinkled all over his face with unconcealable anxiety, and kept muttering: "Why...how can I not find it? I put it at the time. Here it is."

The old man was full of self-blame, his shoulders shook uncontrollably, his thin and dry body curled up in the pile of debris, still unwilling to turn around inside.

Qiao Ansheng couldn't bear it, she walked over and helped the old man.

"It's normal to find it after so long. Don't be too sad."

The old man shook his head and bent over for a long time. He was breathing unevenly, and his complexion was purple and blue.

Qiao Ansheng was startled when he saw that he looked wrong, and quickly helped the old man to sit down at the table.

The old man leaned on the chair and sat down tremblingly. He couldn't find what he wanted. He clutched his chest and sighed over there, looking sad.

Qiao Ansheng stuffed his enamel cup into his hand, patted him on the back, and couldn't help comforting him: "Really, old man, don't care too much. Aunt Lin Qing is gone now, no matter what Nothing makes much sense to her anymore."

The old man took his teacup and poured his saliva, sitting there adjusting his breathing. It took a long time to adjust.

He glanced at Qiao Ansheng, shook his head, and the folds between his eyebrows followed one after another: "But, I'm sorry, you say, if those things are important to that girl, then I have delayed her for so many years. , She don't blame me again."

Qiao Ansheng laughed blankly, his eyebrows were black, and his voice was low and soft.

"Where did you think of it, Aunt Lin Qing is not that kind of person."

The old man still shook his head voluntarily, with wrinkles at the corners of his eyes piled up: "It's old, it's useless, but don't worry, I will find it for you!"

Seeing his resolute attitude, the veins on his stubborn hands were violently violent from his skinny wrists, it seemed that he was making a solemn promise.

The old man who has lived for most of his life, I'm afraid Qiao Ansheng knew that he couldn't refuse it, so he didn't mention it any more, and just stood on the side to comfort him.

It’s just counterproductive...

No matter how the old man racked his brains to think about it, he never thought of where the thing was stored.

The old man had no choice but to let Qiao Ansheng come again another day.

But Qiao Ansheng had no choice but to leave the hospital. She could only tell the old man that she would send someone to pick it up, but the old man refused. Qiao Ansheng had no choice, so she left an address for the old man.

If the old man really found Lin Qing's things.

Send it to Lin Qing according to the address, and she will definitely help burn it to Lin Qing.

Originally, she didn't hold any hope at all for what happened more than 20 years ago. Who knew that the old man had actually been found.

What would Lin Qing stay in the hospital back then?

Qiao Ansheng thought, somehow a strange feeling rose in his heart.