The old man almost felt as if he was suffocating, almost drowning.

The corners of his eyes suddenly turned red and felt faintly hot.

This made his eyes look even more fierce.

Naturally, everyone who paid attention to the old man quickly discovered something unusual about the old man.

Following the old man's gaze, Uncle Zhang suddenly said, "Uncle Li, do you still remember that it was Xiao Xiao who rescued you?"

Although the old man looked a little strange and did not seem to be excited to see his savior, Uncle Zhang ignored this difference.

The old man had just woken up, and it was normal for his expression to be a little stiff.

"Come on, Uncle Li, let me introduce you, this is Xiao Xiao."

"My nephew's college classmate."

"He is also a top student at Yan University."

"We couldn't find you when you jumped into the sea before, but this child found you right away."

"You were already unconscious at that time."

"I thought you didn't know who saved you."

...

"Fortunately, Xiao Xiao discovered you early, otherwise..."

Uncle Zhang did not continue speaking, but everyone understood what he had left to say.

Otherwise, Uncle Li would have died in the sea at that time.

Even after being rescued, Uncle Li could not escape the same ending.

But at least, you won't die so lonely.

So many people came to see him.

He could also be with his family at the end and close his eyes in their company.

...

"Is it you who saved Lao Li?"

The woman said, "Thank you, young man."

"Ahem~"

The old man suddenly coughed violently again.

He seemed to want to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he choked.

For a moment, his face turned red with pain.

"Old Li!"

The woman hurriedly reached out and patted the old man's back, "Are you okay?"

She helped the old man calm down, with a worried look on his face.

...

After a while, the old man regained his breath.

The woman held up the old man's head and said, "Come on, Lao Li, drink some water."

"Drink slowly."

...

After all this trouble, Uncle Li's face became even worse.

The unnatural redness in the corners of the eyes and cheeks seems to be reflected in a flashback.

There is no fresh life at all.

The sluggish aura around him exuded a bit of death.

He looked like he was dying and withered.

...

"Uncle Li, have a good rest."

Uncle Zhang frowned, then smiled and said, "The New Year is coming soon, so I wish you good health, longevity, and a happy New Year in advance."

"Come to our house to eat dumplings then."

"Everyone who has tried our dumplings says they are delicious."

...

Uncle Li's eyes were somewhat blank and seemed to be out of focus.

I don’t know if I listened to what Uncle Zhang said.

...

"Uncle Li, let's go first."

"I'll see you next time."

Uncle Zhang didn't mind the old man's lack of response. He nodded to the woman, turned around and walked towards the door.

The woman did not follow to see off the guest this time.

The old man finally woke up, but in such a state it was obvious that people were worried about leaving him alone in the house.

She stood beside the bed and waved to Uncle Zhang and others, "Thank you for coming to see Lao Li."

"Be careful on the way back."

"goodbye."

...

Xiao Xiao came last again.

The slight tug on the corner of his clothes made him stop and turn around.

The back of the hand was as skinny as the bark of an old tree, with jagged joints and wrinkled flesh sticking to it.

The bend of the fingers is stiff and unnatural.

Due to the exertion, criss-crossing veins of varying thicknesses appeared, making it even more ferocious.

Xiao Xiao looked at the old man.

The old man also raised his eyes and stared at Xiao Xiao.

Open your mouth to speak.

But it just made a hoarse sound of "drink, drink".

The old man touched his throat.

The woman comforted the old man, "You have just woken up, don't force yourself to speak."

"Your body is still very weak. When you feel better again, you can thank this young man again."

The woman thought that the old man wanted to express his gratitude to Xiao Xiao.

Others think so too.

"Uncle Li, don't be so polite."

"You should take good care of your health first."

"We'll talk about the rest later."

Uncle Zhang spoke out to persuade.

"Yes, Uncle Li, your voice is still hoarse now, so don't force yourself to speak."

My aunt also gave me some advice.

...

The old man tried his best to scream several times.

"Ah, ah..."

His voice was hoarse and almost silent.

The old man wanted to vent, but he only became more depressed.

In the end, the old man was full of depression.

The irritability and depression in his heart turned into a thick bitterness, seeping into his limbs, blood, and bone marrow.

He couldn't help but grab the clothes on his chest and gasp for air.

"Old Li."
To be continued...