Chapter 1008: My patient brother, do you want to bask in the moon together? (20)
No, it was not eight o'clock, and the old people’s square dance music and laughter had already been heard on the large square in the courtyard.
The younger convalescent patients walked slowly and talked with each other on the boulevards around the square, accompanied by the cool breeze.
There is one thing to say, this is a good place to enjoy happiness
While talking, Xiang Xing jumped directly to the side of a group of elderly people practicing Tai Chi and watched enthusiastically.
And those old people are also very interested in the strange girl who wears a hat and sunglasses this big night and wraps herself into big dumplings from head to toe.
Even more, a few old men and old ladies directly recognized Aunt Zhuang next to Xiang Xing, and their eyes suddenly appeared.
"Ah, isn't this the kid from the old Xiang family!"
"Is that little girl with albinism? Alas, what a poor baby..."
"Yes, I heard that my condition has deteriorated recently and I have to be sent to a nursing home to recuperate... It turns out that I came to Lao Jiang's nursing home."
"Yes……"
While discussing silently over there, Xiang Xing listened silently.
Fortunately, although it was all pity and sympathy, there was no discrimination or bad language, which made her very comfortable.
Compared with the schools where the original hostess was in school, the weird eyes of the young people and the strange tone of yin and yang, she might as well get along with the grandparents.
Thinking about it, the little guy couldn't help secretly hooking up the corners of the pink lips hidden under the big mask.
Immediately following the soothing music of the Taijiquan team, I learned the old man's boxing methods and moves in a decent way, and began to make gestures.
——As a result, only two or three minutes later, she was so tired and sweaty that she was panting.
This time, the body is too weak and too weak, and because of the long-term lack of exercise, casual activities will cause sweating and all kinds of fatigue.
In addition, in the early autumn, she had wrapped herself tighter than in winter, and even if she didn't move, she would be bored and sweaty.
In the end, there was really no way, Xiang Xing had to give up the idea of boxing and fitness, shy of the round and cumbersome body, swaying to find a bench under the big tree to sit on.
With the second shade of the tree, the little guy was a little relieved, took off the thick protective coat, mask and scarf, etc., and hung them on one side.
She wiped off the fine sweat on her face and forehead, but still felt uncomfortable, so she subconsciously touched her pocket, looking for a handkerchief.
As a result, he didn't touch anything.
"Aunt Zhuang, did I forget to bring my handkerchief out..."
Xiang Xing lowered his head, first rummaged in his small bag, and then whispered to Aunt Zhuang.
But no one responded to her.
"...Aunt Zhuang?"
The little guy paused, couldn't help raising his soft eyes in doubt, and looked around.
However, she found that Aunt Zhuang was no longer by her side at any time.
But under another tree not far away, chatting with a familiar figure from the back.
As for where she originally stood, she was replaced by a figure in a wheelchair.
"Is this your handkerchief?"
The handsome man in the wheelchair spoke lightly.
When the voice fell, a familiar little yellow duck handkerchief was slowly handed over by a large, slender hand with distinct joints.
Xiang Xing was stunned and didn't take it immediately.
He just turned his soft eyes in amazement and looked at him Xun Sheng.