The next day, the old house was tidied up and the son and his wife moved in.
Seeing his son and the others happily, Yang Jun lamented that his children have grown up and they are eager to leave the arms of their parents and want to fly high and show their ambitions.
In fact, it stands to reason that his son is not young anymore. He is considered an adult at the age of eighteen. In ancient times, there would have been a lot of children. However, Yang Jun always treated him as a child and always wanted to protect him. In fact, this was not the case.
, his son has the ability to spread his wings and fly high, and no longer needs his protection.
In addition to lamenting that his son has grown up, Yang Jun is also gratified from the bottom of his heart.
When moving, Yang Jun didn't go over to help, mainly because he couldn't keep his father's face away. Since ancient times, father and son have generally not dealt with each other very much. They are like old enemies. They fight each other as soon as they meet. Yang Jun was also like this before, but then he suddenly
As he grew older, he realized that his father did this for his own good.
However, when he knew how to be grateful that day, his son wanted to support him but refused to take care of him. His father had left him forever. This was an eternal regret in his heart. All he could do at the moment was to honor his mother well.
In fact, there is nothing to clean up in the old house. Someone has been taking care of it. You can move in after just tidying it up. In order to take care of her son, Yi Qiushui specially transferred eight capable nannies from here to take care of the couple.
Diet and daily life.
While his son was moving, Yang Jun was fishing by the river.
Stable as ever, Air Force.
At the beginning, Yang Jun still cared about whether he was in the Air Force and whether he would lose face, but as time went by, he was too lazy to care about these things.
No, after sitting for a long time, I feel a little sleepy, my eyelids are trembling, and I am about to fall asleep.
Suddenly, I heard a rush of big feet approaching.
Yang Jun frowned.
At this time, someone disturbed his sleep, and he was very unhappy.
"Uncle Yang."
Far away, I heard Sun Zhaocai yelling anxiously.
Yang Jun opened his eyelids and looked at him dissatisfied.
"Your father is dead?"
It was originally a joke, but Sun Zhaocai was surprised when he heard it.
"How do you know?"
After finishing speaking, he quickly corrected: "Although I'm not dead yet, I will soon."
"Just now my brother called from his hometown and said that my father was still breathing his last breath and wanted to see us."
Yang Jun was shocked when he heard this.
He regretted saying such unlucky words, it was more effective than turning on the light.
"It's not a joke to attract wealth."
He completely forgot that he was the first to make this joke.
Sun Zhaocai stamped his feet anxiously: "Uncle Yang, if I don't deal with my father anymore, no matter how unfilial I am, I won't joke about this kind of thing."
"My father really only has one breath left."
Yang Jun saw that he didn't look like he was joking, so he became serious.
"Then what are you waiting for? Go back and see your father for the last time."
Yang Jun said as he hurriedly walked out.
Sun Dashan was his friend and confidant, no matter what, he wanted to see him one last time.
During this period, old friends left him one after another, and his current mood can be said to be extremely bad. First, the second uncle Liu Haizhong and the third uncle Yan Bugui, then Wei Daquan, and now Sun Dashan. Next, he
I don't know who it is.
When he thought of his old friends leaving him one by one, he felt extremely heavy.
"Has Zhao Di been notified?" Yang Jun asked.
"My sister and Silly Zhu went ahead of us." Sun Zhaocai replied.
Despite his usual heartless appearance, this guy has been at odds with me all his life, but at the critical moment, he was still worried about me. He had a look of panic on his face that he had never seen before.
"This girl...she's really impatient."
Arriving at the concierge, Yang Jun ordered the guards to prepare the car.
As soon as he finished his instructions, he changed his words: "The car is too late, please notify the airport and prepare a helicopter for me."
Sun Zhaocai's hometown is about three to four hundred miles away from the city. If you drive, it will take at least half a day. The mountains are rugged, and it will be dark soon, so it may take even longer. Yang Jun decided to use a helicopter.
Given his status and treatment, he is served by a special plane. As for mobilizing a helicopter, it couldn't be simpler.
"Uncle Yang, is there still enough time?" Sun Zhaocai looked at Yang Jun with a worried look.
"It will definitely come in time, believe me."
Seeing that Sun Zhaocai was so nervous, Yang Jun comforted him.
Afterwards, Yang Jun and his party took a car to the airport.
After arriving at the airport, a helicopter was already waiting there.
Yang Jun didn't waste any time and asked the pilot to take off directly.
With the helicopter, the speed was much faster. It took almost half an hour to reach the sky above Sun Zhaocai's hometown.
Since it was night, and the terrain was unfamiliar since I had not been back for many years, the helicopter hovered over the village for nearly ten minutes before finding an open space to stop.
After getting off the plane, Sun Zhaocai led Yang Jun and his party straight home based on his vague memories.
"father!"
As soon as he arrived at the door of his house, Sun Zhaocai suddenly howled.
Yang Jun was shocked.
Yang Jun saw this and glared at him.
"Shut up."
"Your father is not dead yet, so I don't want you to howl and send your father away."
When Sun Zhaocai heard this, he immediately stopped crying, pursed his lips slightly, and looked excited.
Sun family.
There were people standing inside and outside. They were all villagers of the village. According to the rules of the village, they had to come to give a ride to the dying person.
Everyone stood there in silence with heavy expressions.
"Invite wealth."
Some old people in the village couldn't help shouting when they saw Sun Zhaocai and the others coming.
Sun Zhaocai didn't say anything and walked in with a sullen face.
Yang Jun was one step behind him and followed behind.
"Hey, this kid is late."
Some people couldn't help but whisper.
I, Yang Jun, was walking behind. After hearing this, my heart skipped a beat and I thought to myself: It’s broken.
It's possible that I really came late.
However, he still held a trace of luck and staggered inside.
"father!"
As soon as Yang Jun arrived at the door, he heard Sun Zhaocai howling again.
Yang Jun didn't say anything this time, because he saw Sun Dashan lying upright in the living room, with a piece of yellow paper covering his face, and a brazier burning next to him. Sun Zhaocai's brothers and sisters all
Wear linen and wear filial piety.
There was a woman crouching there in the corner next to her. The woman was holding her two or three-year-old child in her arms, and she was squatting there wiping her tears.
Yang Jun recognized him at a glance. She was Ma Xiaocui, Sun Dashan's wife.
Seeing this scene, Yang Jun's mood suddenly sank.
Unexpectedly, even though I hurriedly rushed, I was still a step too late, and I didn't even see Sun Dashan for the last time.
This may be the biggest tragedy for people.
However, Yang Jun had no regrets about this. So what if he saw it? It was nothing more than a scene of separation between life and death. He was such an old man and had already seen life and death away.
Sun Zhaocai knelt there and cried non-stop. He was the saddest cryer in the entire mourning hall.
He has six brothers and sisters, but he and Sun Dashan are the only ones who can't deal with each other. The two have been at odds for more than ten years, and they usually don't talk to each other when they meet, just like enemies. But in the end, Sun Zhaocai loves his old father the most.
Several other brothers and sisters of Sun Zhaocai and their family members also came when they saw Yang Jun coming. Instead of having sad expressions on their faces, they had a look of joy, and some even stood up to greet him.
"Uncle Yang."
The first person to speak was Sun Zhaocai's younger brother, Sun Zhaofu. This guy was only one year younger than Sun Zhaocai. Like Sun Zhaocai, he was also tall and thick, even stronger than Sun Zhaocai. Children like Sun Dashan knew Yang Jun. Sun Dashan usually came here.
When I visit him, I will take them with me.
Yang Jun did not take care of Sun Dashan's other children like he took care of Sun Zhaocai and Sun Zhaodi. However, they also did well. Using Yang Jun's connections, they are now managers of state-owned companies, and they are also leaders, big and small.
There were other people in the room, all of them were Sun Dashan's sons, grandsons, daughters-in-law, etc. They were kneeling there in mourning.
Hearing the cry, Yang Jun nodded slightly to him, then walked to Sun Dashan and bowed three times.
Rural people don't pay attention to bowing. That's the rule of city people. What they pay attention to is the kneeling ceremony, which means that no matter what your status is, as long as you are not the elder of the deceased, you have to kowtow.
Naturally, Yang Jun would not do that. Besides, his status did not allow him to do so. Being able to bow would be considered as giving them face.
After bowing, Yang Jun felt inexplicably heavy as he looked at Sun Dashan lying there motionless.
He took a step forward, reached out and untied a slit of the yellow paper on Sun Dashan's face, and glanced at him.
Sun Dashan's face turned golden, and it looked like he had been dying for a while. He might have died when they set off from Yanjing.
Looking at the eight-foot tall man lying on the bed in front of him, Yang Jun felt sad.
In this life, no one has come to the world to go through the motions. No matter you are a man with an height of eight feet, or a child with a height of three feet, the final outcome is nothing more than being covered with three feet of loess, and no one is exception.
Yang Jun put down the yellow paper and came to Ma Xiaocui's side.
Ma Xiaocui looked at Yang Jun, tears falling down her face. The child she was carrying didn't know what had happened and kept crying.
"His Uncle Yang..."
Ma Xiaocui yelled, then choked up and couldn't speak.
Yang Jun nodded and squatted next to her.
He asked softly: "Brother, why did he leave so suddenly?"
On the way, he also asked Sun Zhaocai, but Sun Zhaocai couldn't give a clue. He only found out that his father was dying after receiving a phone call from his younger brother and sister in a hurry. He didn't know the specific reason why he left.
Hearing Yang Jun ask this question, Ma Xiaocui's tears fell again.
Ma Xiaocui looked sad, looking like she was about to cry without tears, and was too sad to speak.
She shook her head and said nothing.
It was Sun Zhaofu who cursed: "It's all this bitch who killed my father."
"Uncle Yang, you must seek justice for my father and let this woman be buried with him."
Yang Jun frowned when he heard this.
Without saying anything, he stepped forward and slapped him.
"The elders are talking here, how can you, a junior, interrupt?"
"Besides, she is your stepmother, is this how you talk to her?"
Sun Zhaofu: "But Uncle Yang, it was him who killed my father. I saw it with my own eyes."
Sun Dashan's other sisters and children also agreed.
"Yes, Uncle Yang, my father was killed by this woman. We can all testify."
Sun Zhaocai, Sun Zhaofu, Sun Zhaolu, Sun Zhaoxi, Sun Zhaoshou and their brothers and sisters all made accusations one after another, accusing Ma Xiaocui of being the murderer of his father.
Yang Jun frowned when he heard this.
Slow down the noisy noise, he was in an extremely bad mood.
Ma Xiaocui squatted in the corner, hugging her son Yu Zhi tightly and wiping her tears non-stop. She did not explain, and seemed to acquiesce that Sun Dashan was killed by her.
When Yang Jun saw this, he became more suspicious.
"Shut up, everyone."
Yang Jun roared, and the mourning hall suddenly became quiet.
Yang Jun turned around and said to Luo Xiaojun who was standing at the door.
"Xiaojun, clear the place and don't allow anyone to approach the mourning hall."
"Yes, uncle."
Luo Xiaojun responded, then waved his hand, and a group of guards immediately drove the onlookers out, and then personally guarded the door.
After all the villagers left, only Sun Dashan's family was left in the mourning hall.
Yang Jun saw that the mourning hall was still noisy, so he glanced at everyone and said, "Except for you brothers and sisters, everyone else should stay away."
Upon seeing this, several daughters-in-law and sons-in-law of the Sun family looked at each other, and then led the children out of the mourning hall.
After they left, only Yang Jun, Ma Xiaocui, Sun Zhaocai and their brothers and sisters were left in the mourning hall.
"Now tell me, what is going on?" Yang Jun glanced at them, and then focused on Ma Xiaocui.
He did not believe that Ma Xiaocui killed Sun Dashan. The relationship between the couple was not bad and there was no murder or other motives. Yang Jun believed that there must be some secret that he did not know.
Compared to the Sun family brats, Ma Xiaocui was undoubtedly the weaker side, so Yang Jun hoped to give Ma Xiaocui the first opportunity to speak.
When Ma Xiaocui heard this, she let tears wet her face and shook her head.
"I...I admit that it was me who killed Lao Sun."
After saying this, he stopped talking, lowered his head, and let the tears fall on his chest.
"Uncle Yang, you heard me. She admitted that she killed my father. Now she has nothing to say." Sun Zhaofu shouted.
In this family, Sun Zhaocai and Sun Zhaodi have already left. Sun Zhaofu is the eldest in the family, so the brothers and sisters usually take him as the leader and listen to him in everything.
"Uncle Yang, you must avenge my father."
"Yes, Uncle Yang, you must uphold justice and restore my father's innocence."
Sun Zhaoxi and others agreed.
Yang Jun frowned when he heard this.
Ma Xiaocui's answer was beyond his expectation.
He originally wanted to give Ma Xiaocui a chance to explain, but he didn't know it would turn out like this. How could this make him favor her?
It wasn't that Yang Jun didn't want to figure this out, but that he simply didn't believe that Ma Xiaocui would kill Sun Dashan.
That is absolutely impossible.
"You all shut up."
Facing the noisy group of them, Yang Jun scolded them again.
Seeing Ma Xiaocui's resigned look, Yang Jun felt that there must be something hidden in this.
