My Corpse is Bohemian

"Sister Bear~~" Molly ran to Anbu with her schoolbag on her back, with a happy smile on her face.

Although An Bu's impression of her came from his diary, he didn't feel unfamiliar with her. He patted her on the shoulder and said, "Give the schoolbag to Aunt Yu (the nanny), and we'll take you to dinner."

Molly nodded obediently and handed the schoolbag to Yu Fangmiao next to her.

"Aunt Yu, please take care of Molly during this time. She won't go back tonight. I'll send her over tomorrow." An Bu said.

"Okay, you guys have fun. Molly's medicine is in her pocket. She has already taken today's medicine." Yu Fangmiao reminded warmly.

"Well, I see." An Bu admired her care, and after greeting, he took Molly and Jian Ningxuan and left together.

"What would Molly want to eat?" Anbu asked.

"Whatever Sister Bear eats, Molly eats." Molly said that she is not picky eater.

An Bu smiled and said, "Sister Xiong likes to eat vegetables, does Molly like it too?"

"I like it." Molly nodded earnestly. After being abused by the last nanny, she was much more mature than other children her age.

"Well, then let's eat lobster."

When Jian Ningxuan heard the word "lobster", he immediately instructed the driver, "Go to Jindulong Pavilion."

Jindulongguan is a well-known restaurant city in the city, mainly seafood, and other delicacies are not too much.

Under the guidance of the waiter, the three walked to the second floor, and when they reached the entrance of the stairs, they met several people.

An Bu held Molly aside, but Jian Ningxuan stood still, looked at one of them with a blank expression, and called out lightly, "Dad."

Hearing this, An Bu looked up and saw a middle-aged man in his fifties standing in front of him, with sharp eyes, not angry and arrogant, it was Jian Ningxuan's father Jian Xun. Behind him, several respectful men followed, and upon hearing Jian Ningxuan's address, they all cast curious glances at them.

Jian Xun glanced at Anbu and Molly, and there was no surprise in his eyes, then he nodded to Jian Ningxuan lukewarmly, bypassed him, and walked away with everyone.

Jian Ning's face was sinking like water, as if she had never met Jian Xun, and walked into the box with An Bu and Molly without looking back.

The relationship between father and son is indifferent, like strangers.

An Bu has learned about their past from the diary. As an outsider, she is not qualified to evaluate right or wrong. However, she saw the source of death in Jian Xun's heart, and she will remind Jian Ningxuan when she has a chance in the future.

After a few people ordered, An Bu urged Molly, "Molly, don't eat too much seafood later, eat more vegetables."

Molly nodded obediently.

Molly is obedient, and someone is less self-conscious. When the dishes are ready, specializing in seafood, the shrimp, crab, and mussels are very enjoyable.

An Bu knew that he was in a bad mood, but he didn't want to watch him sink with the shrimp and crab. He took a clean plate and handed it to him, saying, "Don't worry about eating it yourself, peel some shrimp for Molly."

Jian Ning took a sip, put the freshly peeled shrimp meat that was ready to be eaten into the plate, and began to serve Molly without complaint.

An Bu smiled and fed a piece of tofu.

Jian Ningxuan was eating tofu, the gloom in his eyes slowly dissipated, turning into a peaceful blue.

Molly drank the soup silently, looked at them with sparkling eyes, and ate a bowl of dog food without realizing it.

After dinner, An Bu and Jian Ningxuan took Molly to the playground to have a good time.

By the time she got home, she was so tired that she fell asleep with a satisfied smile on her face.

An Bu gently placed her on the bed, helped her take off her clothes, and wiped her face.

"Mom..." Molly grabbed An Bu's fingers and murmured unconsciously.

She hasn't asked her parents today, so she probably guessed something. I didn't ask because I was afraid.

An Bu sighed silently, helped her cover the quilt, got up and walked out of the room.

The next day, Molly got up in good spirits, folded the quilt, cleaned herself up, and trotted to the living room. Seeing An Bu playing handstand by the wall, his eyes widened in surprise.

"Molly, good morning." An Bu stood up and greeted her with a smile.

"Sister Xiaoxiong, what were you doing just now?"

"Exercise."

Molly gave an unintelligible "Oh".

"Breakfast is on the table, let's go eat it." An Bu pointed to the dining room, intending to continue what she didn't finish.

After a while, Jian Ningxuan also walked out of the room, said good morning to An Bu, and sat down opposite Molly spontaneously to have breakfast with her.

An Bu looked at the two of them out of the corner of the eye. Although he didn't say a word, the atmosphere was surprisingly harmonious. Jian Ningxuan doesn't hate children, but because of her physical condition, she doesn't usually get close to them. If not, he must be a good father.

In the morning, An Bu taught Molly how to weave rope and make stickers, and then had lunch at home before sending the reluctant Molly home.

"Is there any news from Molly's parents?" An Bu asked.

Jian Ningxuan shook his head: "No."

"I hope they are safe." If it wasn't too far away and he didn't want Jian Ningxuan to worry, An Bu might go to the place where they had an accident himself.

"Don't worry, I will find it." Jian Ningxuan didn't tell An Bu, he secretly hired an international mercenary who was familiar with the local environment, and he believed there would be news soon. As long as it is something that Anbu cares about, he will try his best to do it well.

A few days later, Anbu's information was certified, and he officially became a hospice care worker, and soon received his first commission to take care of an elderly person suffering from Alzheimer's disease and paralyzed in bed. According to the doctor's diagnosis, she may not survive next month, and in order to make her walk more comfortable, the old man's daughter finally decided to hire a hospice.

"Hello, Miss Dong." An Bu came to Dong's house on time to meet with his employer.

Miss Dong carefully looked at the girl in front of her. She was neatly dressed, with no traces of makeup on her face, and her nails were neatly trimmed. She looked like a careful person.

Miss Dong shook hands with her, and then led her into the room: "You should have known about my mother. She has a special nanny in charge of her diet and daily life. All you have to do is try your best to make her happy. I usually work very hard. I'm busy, so I can't be by her side all the time, and more importantly, I don't know how to communicate with her."

People with Alzheimer's often have features such as memory confusion, aphasia, apraxia, executive dysfunction, and abnormal personality and behavior, and they cannot communicate normally at all. Although Miss Dong is filial piety, she has no way to start.

"Don't worry, Miss Dong, I will try my best." An Bu followed Miss Dong to the door of a bedroom. Just as he was about to push the door in, he saw that the door was opened first, and a man in his thirties came from inside. walk out.

"Dong Chengshao, what are you doing here again? Didn't I tell you not to come back and harass your mother?" Miss Dong shouted.

"She's my mother too, why don't you let me come back?" Dong Chengshao snorted coldly, his eyes lit up when he caught sight of An Bu behind him, "Hey, who is this?"

"It has nothing to do with you, get out of here immediately." Miss Dong pointed to the door and rushed out unceremoniously.

Dong Chengshao put his hands in his pockets and walked away.

Miss Dong reminded: "An Bu, that is my younger brother Dong Chengshao. You should stay away from him in the future. If he troubles you, remember to notify me immediately."

"Okay." This kind of passerby with kidney deficiency, An old corpse really doesn't see it.

In the spacious bedroom, a large solid wood bed was placed by the window, and a white-haired old man lay quietly on the bed. Her eyes were dull, the corners of her mouth were crooked, and she looked a little scary.

This bedroom is obviously very bright, but in An Bu's eyes, it is full of life and darkness.

"Mom, I'm Xiaoqin, how are you?" Miss Dong bent down and approached the old man, "I'll introduce you to a friend, her name is Anbu, who will be by your side in the future to help you relieve your boredom, you have You can tell her anything."

The old man made an unintelligible sound, as if he hadn't heard it, and there was no response.

Miss Dong sighed, stood up straight, and said to An Bu: "If you have any questions, you can ask the nanny, she has taken care of my mother for half a year and understands her living habits very well. I still have something to do, I will go first, and the rest will be Leave it to you and the nanny."

"Okay, walk slowly." An Bu didn't say anything, and watched Miss Dong leave the room with a tired face.

When he came to the bed, An Bu looked at the dying old man and said with a smile, "Hello, old lady, my name is An Bu. It's a pleasure to meet you. I hope we can get along well in the days to come."

The old man didn't respond, he didn't even roll his eyes.

An Bu didn't care, and continued: "I will come to accompany you for three hours every day from now on. You can talk, listen to opera, play cards or watch TV if you want."

The old man looked blank.

"I don't want to get paid for nothing, so at least for the three hours I work, I hope the old lady can put down the pretense and relax."

After saying this sentence, the expression on the old man's face finally changed slightly, but it returned to sluggishness for a moment.

An Bu smiled and said, "Although I don't know why you did this, I promise I will keep my mouth shut and respect your decision."

The room was quiet for a long time, and finally an old voice sounded: "How did you find out?"

"Professional secret." An Bu smiled at her.

In fact, when she first entered the room, she discovered that the source of the old man's death was from the heart, lungs and stomach, not the brain. In other words, even if she does have dementia, it won't be so severe that she doesn't respond to the outside world. So An Bu easily came to the conclusion that the old man was playing stupid.

She didn't expect that the first dying person she served would still have the energy to do things secretly.