Hello, Mr. Major General

No matter how reconciled, Gu Nianzhi could not continue to "press questions" against an old man who had Alzheimer's disease and was nearly 100 years old.

She nodded with a smile and said, "Excuse me, can I go to the yard next door to take a few photos? I think the yard over there is well-kept."

The middle-aged woman didn't lift her head, and said flatly: "The next door was originally the courtyard of the Qin family. Now it is under the name of Young Master He and it has nothing to do with us.

It means that she can't be the master over there.

Gu Nianzhi turned his head and looked at the courtyard over there.

The flowers and trees there are scattered and scattered, and there is also a row of hydrangeas planted on the side of the courtyard wall, clustered with the hydrangeas here, blooming lively, and bees surrounded by butterflies.

A huge camphor plant is planted near the courtyard gate, which is lush green and has a light fragrance.

Seeing no one around, she impatiently walked out from the door, walked in again, walked directly to the edge of the half-person high courtyard wall, put one hand on the brick-wood railing, and jumped over like a hurdle.

Huo Shaoheng: "..."

This skill is quite flexible, like a thief...

Huo Shaoheng was angry and funny, but he couldn't help himself for a while, followed Gu Nianzhi and jumped over.

When the middle-aged woman turned her head, she found that the two people who were still in her yard just now ran to the opposite yard with a whistle. They still turned over from the yard wall on her own side. She darkened her face and complained gently in the C city dialect. A "little chick".

Gu Nianzhi turned over and discovered that the yard here was actually much larger than the next door, because it was in the innermost place, so it was not visible from the outside.

Walking around in the yard, there is also a hand-made verandah with a teak wood structure.

The main building is a western-style small western-style building. The white marble pillars are very stylish, but they are not particularly eye-catching because they are hidden in the corridor of green trees.

Gu Nianzhi circled the small building, took a few photos, walked back to the courtyard, and stood behind the bunch of hydrangea across the half-high courtyard wall, smiling and waving at the people in the next courtyard. Say: "Excuse me today, we have to go home."

She was going to say goodbye to the other side with Huo Shaoheng, but maybe she was speaking louder, and it seemed that the old woman who had fallen asleep had woke up again.

She opened her eyes and saw Gu Nianzhi poking out from the flowers next door and waving at her.

Although Gu Nianzhi is almost half taller than the little girl in her memory, to this old man, the smile on Gu Nianzhi's face, the raised water chestnut lips, and the small pear vortex on the lips are all Aroused the fuzzy memories of her long absence.

In an instant, Gu Nianzhi and that seven or eight-year-old neighbor girl magically overlapped.

The old woman sat up all of a sudden, looking straight in Nianzhi's direction, and a series of fluent English blurted out: "Grace, here, don't do that again. YourMomandDadwillbesoon." (Grace, come here, don't do it again. Your dad Mom will go home soon)

Gu Nianzhi: "..."

Huo Shaoheng was also startled.

He quickly reacted and took a step back gently towards the camphor tree, completely concealing his figure, only let one of Gu Nian appear in the vision of the old woman.

The middle-aged woman next to the old woman was also taken aback, but immediately recovered, and smiled and said to Gu Nianzhi: "Look, my grandmother remembered wrong again. She thought you were her neighbor many years ago... …"

Gu Nianzhi opened his mouth and said in wonder: "...But my name is Grace. Is your neighbor the same name as me?"

This is obviously her name just now.

As soon as I saw this old woman, Gu Nianzhi somehow remembered that I didn't know where I had seen the name Grace, so I used it in a ghostly manner.

The middle-aged woman smiled and nodded, "My grandmother said that there was a little girl in the neighbor's house next door, named Grace, who knew my grandmother very well, almost she grew up watching her.

Gu Nianzhi knows that patients with Alzheimer's have no concept of time.

They remember things from a long time ago, but they don't remember the recent things.

Their memories have no rules to follow. They may forget most of the people and things in their lives, but the deepest things in their memories will not be forgotten, and they will continue to be picked up from their memories and played back repeatedly. It's like watching a faded black and white old movie.

They also don't have a specific concept of time. What happened decades ago, they may think it happened yesterday.

It is also possible that what happened yesterday will be moved by them decades ago.

Gu Nianzhi doesn't know much about Alzheimer's disease, and only roughly remembers that amnesia and memory confusion are one of the main symptoms.

But just because of the same name, can this almost 100-year-old man with Alzheimer's recognize the wrong person?

Gu Nianzhi's intuition is not so simple.

She thought for a while, and she leaned on the half-high courtyard wall with one hand, and turned over like a hurdle.

The old woman was anxious, pushed the middle-aged woman away, and stumbled down the steps to meet Gu Nianzhi, still speaking standard Oxford English.

"Grace! I'vetoldyoumany! Don'tdothatagain! Younaughtygirl!" (Grace, I've told you many times! Don't do this again! You are too skinny!)

Gu Nianzhi rushed up to help the old woman, and said in surprise: "Your English is really authentic!"

The middle-aged woman followed and held on to the other side of the old woman, saying with a touch of pride: "My grandmother was the first group of students studying in the UK. At that time, there were very few female students studying in the UK."

Gu Nianzhi nodded and said with a smile: "I can hear that the old lady's English is impeccable."

The old man was looking at Gu Nianzhi now, feeling that she looked familiar, frowned, looked up and down Gu Nianzhi, and muttered, "...growth..."

Gu Nianzhi: "..."

She heard clearly this time, the old woman really regarded her as her neighbor's little girl!

Is it Qin Su asked?!

In terms of time, Qin Suwen lived here before the car accident and his family died...

Gu Nianzhi moved her heart and smiled and said in English: "Auntie, would you know when my Momand Dadwillbe? Iamreally hungary." (Auntie, do you know when my parents will be back? I'm really hungry.)

The old woman patted her hand, and then helped her stroke her forehead, stroked her water chestnut lips with a finger, and said: "...grow up, the little girl has grown up...you want to eat What? Do you want to eat water chestnut flour cake?"

Gu Nianyi didn't move, letting the old woman's skinny hands like chicken feet cross her face, she whispered, "You have admitted the wrong person, I am not your neighbor Grace."

"Why not?" The old woman seemed to understand her words, frowning, "You are obviously her. I remember very clearly, your lips are very special, like a pointed little water chestnut, and there are Xiao Limao. When you were a kid, you loved water chestnut flour cakes. You love the water chestnut cake I made. Your mother always said that it was because you loved water chestnuts that you had water chestnut lips..."

When the old man talked about these old things, he kept talking.

She looked up at the camphor tree on the opposite side, lost in thought, and muttered: "...a hundred years have passed, right? This tree is really tall."

She looked up at Gu Nianzhi again, "Even in the past 100 years, I still remember that you didn't have burns."

Gu Nianzhi's heart was shocked, and her figure shook a few times.

That's right, this old woman was talking about Qin Suwen, a little neighbor girl who once lived next door!

From this old woman's mouth, Gu Nianzhi learned for the first time what Qin Suwen looked like before he was burned!

There are also water chestnut lips, and small pear vortex...

The middle-aged woman saw that Gu Nian's expression changed, and she said apologetically: "Don't care, my grandmother is sick. She doesn't remember it very clearly, and she doesn't count."

"I remember very clearly!" The old woman categorically emphasized, "I remember very clearly, after a hundred years, I will remember for a century! Grace is a very beautiful girl! She will come back! She will return Here, over the courtyard wall, ask me for water chestnut flour cake!"

As she said, she looked at Gu Nianzhi's white and tender face and became confused again. She reached out her hand and touched her face, and said suspiciously: "Your face is healed? It hurt so badly... When I was reading the newspaper, I almost Not scared to death... Now that you haven't changed at all... Have you had a plastic surgery?"

Gu Nianzhi remembered Qin Huichang's colleague yesterday who said that the car accident that year had become a sensation in social news, and Qin Suwen's burned photos were still in the newspaper.

If it were to be changed to now, it would be impossible for that kind of photos to appear directly in newspapers and other media.

But at that time, the photos of her burns appeared in the newspapers, and it is estimated that she did not type the code, otherwise it would not have such a big impact on these people.

Looking at the old lady in the neighbor, she is suffering from Alzheimer's, but she still remembers some things about Qin Suwen.

If it were not for the things that impressed them the most, these elderly people with Alzheimer's would not remember them.

And this exclusive memory is even clearer and more accurate than the memory of healthy elderly people.

Gu Nianyi didn't know what she was feeling for a moment.

She should be happy, after all, the doubts that have been traced for so long finally have a glimmer of truth.

But this dawn made her shudder.

In C city in spring, the temperature has gradually risen, and the sun shines through the treetops, shining warmly, and wearing a thin coat is too hot.

Gu Nianzhi stood in this sunny yard, but a chill rose from the soles of her feet. She was cold all over her body. For the first time, she was a little timid, afraid to face the possibly terrifying truth.

This is today's first update: Chapter 1778 "Chilling Dawn."

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The second shift at eight o'clock in the evening.

Meme da, big brothers and little angels~~~

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