In the family world, one thing that is well-known is Fanxing. He has always been known for his thoroughness in doing things.
However, we didn't expect that he would do things so carefully.
The car drove directly to his ** building in Haitai Technology Park, Nankai District. We took the elevator to the top floor, climbed up the vertical ladder on the top floor, and reached the roof.
In front of us, a civilian helicopter has appeared in front of us.
A strong man about the same height as me and much stronger than me opened the window from the helicopter, "Brother Tian! Sister Luo Shen! Get on the plane!"
My sister and I couldn't help laughing, we didn't expect such treatment!
There were not many people on the plane, just four people, the pilot, the burly brother, and my sister and I.
The strong man introduced himself and said that he was responsible for escorting us safely to our destination. Moreover, he also conveyed Fanxing's message. He said that this was the easiest and safest way. After all, buying a plane ticket with great fanfare would
Let a team of security guards escort us to our destination. That's not my style. I'm just a common man...
The pilot guy loved to joke, and we made a lot of mistakes along the way. I even asked this guy if the fuel tank of this helicopter was as big as a lunch box? His answer was equally shocking, "A little smaller than a lunch box is limited!"
My sister slapped me on the back, "You guys, you are still restless on the plane."
I held my sister's hand tightly and said, "Finally, you look like you are smiling. You haven't smiled since you answered the phone."
My sister bit her lips tightly and said, "When I get to Harbin, I probably won't be able to laugh anymore."
"Sister, I will always be by your side and I will never leave."
"Um."
My sister held my hand tightly.
It's very strange that my sister's hands, which are always warm, are extremely cold at this moment.
Tianjin is not too far from Harbin, and the speed of helicopters is much faster than that of cars. When it was just dark, we had already reached our destination.
This is a place called Mojia Village on the outskirts of Harbin. My sister said that this is her hometown. Although I have bought a house for my father in the city, my father sometimes still returns to the village for a look.
It is said that my sister’s grandmother looked after her since she was a child and she was a very loving old woman. When she was young, my sister was very naughty and had a bit of a boyish temper. She often threw briquettes, sand, stones and other things into other people’s rice porridge pots.
If he came to his door, she would be beaten by her father, but her grandmother would protect her every time.
When we arrived at the village, smoke was rising from the village, and many people were already cooking.
Mojiacun is very similar to Longquan Villa in "Liu Laogen". The scenery is very beautiful, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the scenery is very pleasant.
However, my sister was not in the mood to enjoy the scenery. As soon as the helicopter landed from the entrance of the village, she jumped out of the plane, grabbed my hand and ran towards the west entrance of the village. What a pity for the pilot and the bodyguard brother, each carrying a big suitcase, in a group of people.
The children followed us as they watched.
Simply speaking, things were not that dramatic. When my sister took my hand and entered the gate of a courtyard house, my sister's parents walked towards me.
I quickly said hello, "Uncle, aunt!"
My sister's mother looked anxious and didn't even bother to say hello to me. However, her mature father nodded at me and said, "Yuntian, you are interested."
I forced a smile and said, "Uncle, I came in a hurry, and I didn't bring any gifts for your elder brother and grandma."
"Silly boy, stop talking so much and go in with Rongrong to see her grandmother. The old man is dying."
After hearing this, my sister went a little crazy and almost dragged me into the main room.
There was a group of sad-faced people sitting around in the large living room of the main house. They were all my sister's relatives. I didn't bother to say hello to them one by one, and was dragged directly to the room on the left side of the living room by my sister.
When I opened the door, I saw a kind-hearted old man lying beside the bed, staring at the ceiling with an angry pair of eyes.
I was startled in my heart. I have personally experienced the death of a loved one. Once the eyes become dull, there is a good chance that the person will not be able to hold on any longer.
A woman in her thirties quickly stood up from the chair next to her grandmother, "Rong Rong, you are finally back!"
My sister hurriedly introduced me, "This is my eldest cousin, my wife, this is Yuntian..."
I smiled politely and said, "Hello, cousin, I am Rongrong's partner."
Although grandma was already close to dying, she must have heard these words. Her eyes slowly and with difficulty moved from the ceiling to my body.
I stepped forward and grabbed my grandma's hand, "Grandma, I'm here to see you. Rongrong's partner is here to see you!"
The eldest cousin's eyes suddenly turned red.
My sister's tears fell down, she touched her grandmother's hand, her lips trembled, and she didn't know what to say.
I held my grandma's hand with one hand and put my other hand on my sister's hand. "Rongrong, don't cry. Be strong. Grandma hasn't seen us getting married yet. She will be fine. She will wait until that day."
of."
These comforting words made my sister quickly wipe away her tears.
Grandma was speechless. Her lips opened and closed. It was difficult to understand what she was saying. Even if you put your ear to her mouth, you couldn't hear her.
I know that the old man is really dying.
While my sister was holding grandma's hand, my eldest cousin and I came out, leaving this precious alone time with my sister.
In fact, I don't dare to stay in this room anymore. Tears keep rolling in my eyes. If I stay for a while longer, I will cry.
My eldest cousin told me that my grandma had not eaten anything for four days and would vomit even after drinking water. At one o'clock in the afternoon, my grandma had a bowel movement.
Normally, it would be a good thing for the elderly to defecate, but when life is in danger, especially if they have not eaten or drank for several days, constipation will announce the countdown to life.
The pilot and the bodyguard arrived one after another. My sister's mother put the luggage in the west wing. My sister's father wanted to ask them to stay for dinner, but they declined because they were about to go back to Fanxing. I'm afraid it would be terrible to see them again.
We have to wait until grandma's funeral is finished in two days.
My sister's father and I sent them to the entrance of the village and watched the helicopters flying together.
Many people in the village stopped and looked in front of their homes, casting admiring glances at their sister and father from time to time.
Her father patted me on the shoulder, "Yuntian, I have something to tell you. Let's go for a walk at the entrance of the village."
I nodded.
Rather than going to the entrance of the village, it is better to say that we walked around the entire village.
My sister’s father looks like a thick-lined man from the Northeast, but he actually speaks without ambiguity at all, “Yuntian, I heard from the newspaper that besides my daughter, you have two other lovers.
What's going on?"
I didn't hide anything from the old man, and told him everything about our affairs from beginning to end.
In the end, I simply stuck out my face shamelessly and said, "Uncle, if you think I am a bastard, a beast inferior to a beast, you can beat me, scold me, whatever you want, but no matter what, I will definitely
I will never give up Rongrong, I love her, I must be with her, no one can separate us."
The old man smiled and said, "Silly boy, I didn't say what I would do to you? If I wanted to break up you and Rongrong, I wouldn't have let her go the last time you came to the Northeast, or I would have just sent you away
It was blown out of the door."
"Uncle, at that time, you already knew?"
"Yeah. Got it. Do you want to know what I'm thinking?"
"You said."
"At first, I was quite opposed to this matter. Because the newspapers made a very ugly statement, saying that Rongrong was just filling in the house, Hua Xiang was your real wife, and there was a little girl named Fei'er who was a mistress.
.This report made me furious. As you know, rural areas are not as good as cities, and their thinking is still relatively conservative. At the beginning, there was everything here, and I felt like I was drowning in spit.
But later on, more and more positive news about you appeared in the newspapers, and gradually, people in the village did not dare to say anything more."
"Rongrong, you were very brave when you dealt with this matter."
"You are also a man, Yuntian. I didn't expect you to be so honest with me. I don't want to meddle in the affairs of you young people. Just take care of yourself. Rongrong is not young anymore. She is almost standing. This girl is older.
Now, I feel very worried about becoming a father. I hope you can give her a title."
I nodded.
At 10:30 in the evening of this day, my sister's grandmother left, and the old man walked very quietly.
My sister and I stayed with the old man until he died.
I thought I was strong enough. I thought I had shed my last tear when my mother passed away in my arms. But the truth is, I am not as strong as I imagined. I am still crying. However, even if I shed tears, my hands
He also held his sister's hands tightly, giving her little strength.
That night, my sister didn't sleep until four o'clock in the morning, when she was confused for a while.
According to local custom, the old man was laid to rest in the afternoon of the next day and buried in the cemetery at the east entrance of the village. He was 85 years old. To use a comforting saying, dying at this age is regarded as an old man's mourning.
In the evening, with my coaxing, coaxing and threatening, my sister managed to eat half a bowl of rice and then fell asleep. I was dragged to the wine table by a group of my sister's uncles and nephews. I always thought that I was a pretty good drinker.
Damn it, but it turns out that compared with the bold and uninhibited Northeastern people, my drinking capacity is just a piece of cake, not even a cloud. After two bottles of white wine, I was knocked down.
In a daze, I was helped into the room by a few Northeastern brothers. In a daze, I slept like a dead pig.
The next day, I woke up to the sound of roosters crowing, only to find a smiling face smiling close to mine.
