Herbert Samuel - liu heart

Li Xiangqi raised his head and saw that the courtyard was standing quietly in the gradually pouring night, with dim light shining through.

Zuo Liuxuan walked like a wooden man, and the chaotic brain regained the ability to think.

What did he just hear? Zuo Mingchong has not been alive for two days?

In my impression, Zuo Mingchong, who was indomitable, indifferent, and with a heart as hard as a stone, was actually terminally ill, and his time was running out?

It turned out that Zuo Mingchong wanted to see him for the last time.

Why is this happening?

He followed into the courtyard gate in a confused way, and heard the sound of coughing one after another in the lit room.

The voice made people palpitate. It wasn't the kind of loud cough, but it seemed to be exhausted. There were also sounds of gasping and wheezing in the middle. Just hearing it, you could imagine how many people were coughing. uncomfortable.

Zuo Liuxuan's heart suddenly throbbed with pain, and his eyes blurred instantly.

Uncle Fu and Li Xiangqi continued to drag him into the house.

Sir, are you awake? Master has arrived. Still at the door, Uncle Fu couldn't help shouting.

Xuan, Xuan'er, here we come. Zuo Mingchong, who had just stopped coughing, tried hard to prop up his body, but it was in vain.

Uncle Fu rushed to the bed, put a quilt behind him, and picked him up a little so that he could lean on the quilt.

With just a slight movement like this, Zuo Mingchong's complexion changed, his chest heaved and he had difficulty breathing.

Zuo Liuxuan stayed where he was, his feet weighing thousands of pounds.

Zuo Mingchong in front of him was withered and haggard, like a wick in an oil lamp that was about to burn out.

In my impression, Zuo Ming is tall and burly, but the person lying on the bed at this moment seems to have shrunk in half out of thin air, as thin as firewood.

He never expected to see such a father in this way!

Zuo Mingchong on the bed raised his hand to beckon with difficulty, and at the same time pulled out a smile and called to him: Xuan'er, come, come!

Li Xiangqi first came back to his senses from the surprise. Seeing Zuo Liuxuan standing still, he poked him with his elbow and reminded in a low voice: Boss, Uncle Zuo called you over.

Zuo Liuxuan took stiff steps and slowly moved to Zuo Mingchong's bed.

Seeing that the master had a rare spirit, Uncle Fu hurriedly dragged Zuo Liuxuan a chair and let him sit down.

Young master, you and the master have a good talk. The master knows you are coming, but he looks forward to it every day. Uncle Fu wiped his tears and told Zuo Liuxuan.

Zuo Liuxuan sat down woodenly, and there seemed to be a thousand words in his heart, but when it came to his mouth, it was only a few words: What's wrong with you?

When he finally heard the young master speak to the old master, Uncle Fu breathed a sigh of relief, and quietly pulled Li Xiangqi away, leaving space for the father and son who had not seen each other for a long time.

Zuo Liuxuan and his father stayed at the farm for two days.

In a short period of time, the father and son have said all the words of their lives.

When Zuo Mingchong died, he left with a smile on his face.

Li Xiangqi was worried that the eldest eldest would be as decadent as when his mother died.

Because from the relationship between the boss and Uncle Zuo in the past two days, the father and son have reconciled, so the death of Uncle Zuo may once again make the boss grief excessively.

So he grabbed Uncle Fu and quietly discussed with him to see how to persuade the boss.

Uncle Fu shook his head: No need to persuade, the young master promised the master that he would live well, and he would definitely do what he said.

Uh, no wonder Uncle Fu is so composure. It turned out that the boss and Uncle Zuo had reached an agreement.

If the boss can make such a promise, it should be no problem.

Li Xiangqi glanced at the boss quietly, and saw him kneeling quietly in the mourning hall, burning paper money reverently.

He tore up the paper money one by one and threw it into the basin for the paper money, watching the flames lick the paper money and burn it into paper ashes little by little.

The boss who kept repeating this action straightened his back and seemed to be tireless.

But that back, in the smoke of paper money, looked very pitiful, very lonely and sad.

Li Xiangqi sighed heavily in his heart, now the boss is really alone

He originally wanted to call Luo Jinyi, but the boss stopped him: don't inform her for the time being, Grandpa Luo's birthday is coming soon, and I don't want to affect his old man.

But, boss, what Li Xiangqi thought was that more people knew and could help persuade the boss and relieve the boss, but the boss shook his head and replied with a serious face: This is also what my dad meant.

Next to Uncle Fu earnestly added: This is what the master meant, he wanted to go quietly.

Li Xiangqi instantly knotted his tongue and swallowed the words that had reached the tip of his tongue.

Since it's Uncle Zuo's intention, it should be done. It's also a good thing that the boss is willing to listen to Uncle Zuo.

Li Xiangqi also continued to burn paper money for Uncle Zuo, saying in his heart: Uncle Zuo, Liu Xuan still has your father in his heart.

In the future, please bless Liu Xuan more, make him more happy, more happy

Next, Li Xiangqi helped the eldest brother to arrange Uncle Zuo's funeral, and the ashes were buried in the cemetery of the eldest mother's hometown according to Uncle Zuo's last wish.

Chapter 42 Facing

On the first seven days, Zuo Liuxuan asked Li Xiangqi to pack up and prepare for the return trip.

Boss, will Uncle Fu come back to Shanghai with us? Li Xiangqi glanced at Zuo Liuxuan in the air.

Zuo Liuxuan shook his head in frustration: I persuaded Uncle Fu many times, but he refused to go back to Shanghai with me, and insisted on going back to his hometown in Jiangxi to retire.

Is that so? Then you respect Uncle Fu's decision!

Li Xiangqi could see that the boss really wanted to take Uncle Fu to take care of him. It was estimated that Uncle Fu felt that he was getting old and would be a drag on the boss, so he insisted on not following the boss, right?

Zuo Liuxuan hummed softly, his expression solemn, and there was an indescribable loneliness between his brows.

He really wanted to take Uncle Fu to his side, but Uncle Fu resolutely declined, so he couldn't persuade him any more.

I want to come to Uncle Fu to accompany his father these years very hard. In addition, Uncle Fu and his father are like brothers. When his father died, Uncle Fu felt no less uncomfortable than him. It would be better to let him go back to his hometown to enjoy the happiness.

Of course, he will give Uncle Fu enough pension expenses, so that Uncle Fu can care for his life without any worries, and he will often visit Uncle Fu in the future.

Father is gone, Uncle Fu is one of his few elders, and he will fulfill his responsibilities as a junior.

The next day, Zuo Liuxuan and Li Xiangqi sent Uncle Fu back to Uncle Fu's hometown.

Uncle Fu's nephew is a simple and honest man, and his nephew's wife is also good, Zuo Liuxuan is completely relieved.

So he said goodbye to Uncle Fu's family and took Li Xiangqi back to Shanghai.

On the return flight, Zuo Liuxuan closed his eyes almost all the way and fell into his own world.

His current state of mind is completely different from when he came, almost a 180-degree change.

What I had been sure of before, suddenly found that it was not what I thought it was. What kind of experience this was, Zuo Liuxuan was still quite impacted.

Now I only feel that there is a lot of chaos in my mind. The previous things are like a revolving light, turning around in my mind and lingering.