After learning antique appreciation from Mr. Liu for more than half a year, the weather gradually became colder. Just a few days ago, the old man, who was not in good health, suddenly fell ill.
This sudden change took away any festive flavor from the entire Liu family's New Year. Liu Zimo's father also rushed back from Taiwan because the old man was seriously ill this time, and he was afraid that his end was really approaching.
Although he could no longer listen to the old man discussing the past and present with himself, Qin Feng, who had already regarded him as his master in his heart, still came to visit the old man every morning.
Sometimes the doctor wouldn't let him in, so Qin Feng would stay at the door despite the cold wind, fearing that he wouldn't know when the old man left. This made the whole Liu family feel good about Qin Feng, a little guy who valued friendship.
"Ah Feng, I'm afraid grandpa is dying. He doesn't even know anyone anymore."
Liu Zimo's eyes were red, and he had obviously cried just now. He had been following the old man since he was a child, and he had a deep relationship with his grandfather. He couldn't accept that his grandpa, who used to be all-around powerful, had become like this.
"Zimo, don't be sad, maybe Grandpa Liu will get better."
Qin Feng patted his friend's shoulder and couldn't help but choke up as he spoke. After the big change in his family, he only felt the warmth of a family member in the old man.
Now that the old man is about to leave, Qin Feng, who has become much more cheerful in the past six months, still has a trace of lingering gloom in his eyebrows.
"Dad, are you awake? Do you feel better?"
Just as Qin Feng and Liu Zimo were talking, a sudden burst of shouting came from the inner room. Liu Zimo was stunned for a moment, and quickly lifted the thick curtain and entered the room. Qin Feng followed him and left.
Go in.
"Cough... cough cough..."
The old man on the bed coughed violently for a long time. After spitting out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, he seemed to wake up. He raised his head and looked around at everyone's faces with difficulty, and said softly: "If the earthen pot is not broken outside the well, the general will inevitably break."
I, Liu Yunjiao, died before, and my life has been full of ups and downs. It is already a great blessing to be able to die on my bed!"
Liu Yunjiao studied under the "Magic Gun" Li Shuwen, and made a huge name in the world at a young age. Later, he joined the army. Every time he fought, he fought bravely to be the first, and he did not know how to climb out of the dead.
How many times.
Therefore, the old man has seen through life and death a long time ago. Now that the house is full of children and grandchildren, he is really satisfied. After wandering around for thirty or forty years, he can finally return to his roots. He has no other extravagant hopes.
"Dad, please don't say that, you will get better!"
Looking at the skinny old father, the faces of the Liu brothers were full of tears. They knew in their hearts that their father was showing signs of returning to his former glory, and they were afraid that it would be difficult for him to survive today.
The old man's face showed a gray-white color, which was a sign that a person was about to die. The three Liu brothers were all well-informed people, and they felt sad at the moment, with tears in their eyes.
"It's not going to get better. I know my body."
Liu Yunjiao took a deep breath, a flush of red appeared on his gray face, but his energy was a bit better than before. He supported the bed board with both hands and actually sat up.
"Dad, what are you doing? Lie down quickly!"
Seeing the old man sitting up, everyone was shocked and rushed to the bedside. Liu Zimo was outside with tears pouring down his cheeks, but he couldn't squeeze in front of him.
"Get out of here, who can survive in this world? What's there to cry about?"
The old man's eyes widened. He still looked like he was dying. The old majesty seemed to have returned to him, and the room suddenly became quiet.
"Listen to me, the industry in Taiwan is controlled by the boss, and the second and third sons get dividends every year. Well, the third boss gets 10% more. This is for Zimo..."
Seeing that his sons and grandsons had become honest, the old man began to explain his funeral arrangements. Although he said that his sons were very filial and obedient, after his death, there was no guarantee that he would not make any jokes about his property.
Glancing at the faces of his sons, the old man continued: "The Baji Sect's industry is managed by the second son. This is not a money-making business. Every year, a share of the public is invested in it. Boss, do you understand?"
When Liu Yunjiao followed the defeated soldiers to Taiwan, he took away his eldest son and his third son. Only his second son stayed at home, and his kung fu was the most refined among the three brothers.
The inheritance of Bajiquan.
"Dad, I understand. Don't worry, I will do as you say."
Liu Yunjiao's eldest son is also over sixty years old. Thanks to his father's cuteness, he has managed all aspects of relations well in Taiwan. He has already given up martial arts and engaged in business, and he is also a well-known figure in Taiwan.
"Well, don't be laughed at."
The old man nodded, turned to look at his second son, and said: "Second son, in the future, the Baji lineage will be passed on to Zimo, do you hear me? But this kid also needs to learn some culture. A martial artist will not do it.
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Liu Yunjiao has three sons, seven grandsons, and several great-grandsons. However, Liu Zimo is the only one who can endure hardships and practice martial arts and achieve success. He is choosing the third generation successor of his own lineage.
"Yes, father, I will teach Zimo well." Liu Jiacheng agreed respectfully.
"Grandpa, I don't want you to die, I don't want you to die!"
No matter how mature Liu Zimo was, he was still just a boy in his teens. At this moment, he couldn't bear it any longer. He pushed aside the crowd, knelt down in front of his grandfather and burst into tears.
"Silly boy, who can survive? Your grandfather and I have traveled all over the world in my life. This life is worth it!"
Liu Yunjiao laughed loudly when he heard this. His eyes suddenly glanced at Qin Feng who was following his grandson. He couldn't help but laugh suddenly.
"You...you child are not far away from the disaster, and you...don't know if you can survive this disaster?"
Looking at Qin Feng, Liu Yunjiao's face was full of regret. Just as he was about to speak again, his chest suddenly tightened, his throat felt sweet, and a mouthful of bright red blood spurted out, staining the clothes on his chest red.
"Boss... boss, help... help..."
The old man held his eldest son tightly with his right hand, but before he finished speaking, his eyes lost their sparkle, his head drooped heavily, and there was no trace of life in his body.
"Father……"
"grandfather……"
When the old man passed away, loud cries rang out in the room, and everyone knelt down in front of the window. Sad emotions filled the entire Liu family compound.
For the death of the old man, the Liu family had actually been psychologically prepared for the old man's death. The family's mourning clothes and the old man's funeral arrangements were all prepared. Naturally, the idle people came in and distributed the clothes to everyone.
"Zimo, stop crying and take care of yourself!"
Qin Feng helped Liu Zimo, who was crying and almost fainting, and helped him put on his mourning clothes. Qin Feng's eyes were also full of tears at this time. This was the first time he shed tears after his parents passed away.
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From the moment the old man passed away, the funeral ceremony was already underway. After everyone in the Liu family was persuaded to leave the room, someone bathed and washed the old man and put on his shroud.
Although Mr. Liu has not been in the mainland for decades, he was famous in his early years and left a wide range of contacts in the world. Naturally, his funeral cannot be simple.
When the news of the funeral spread through phone calls and telegrams, this quiet town suddenly became lively, with many able-bodied people pouring in every day.
The funeral had to wait for seven days. During the seven days, the town, including the city's hotels, was almost full of people. The various religions and factions were so complicated that the police showed up much more frequently than usual.
The brothers of the Liu family had to thank the people who came to pay their respects to the funeral, and they also had to receive many friends from all walks of life. They were also very busy. Even half-grown children like Liu Zimo were summoned.
Under this situation, Qin Feng could only do his meager efforts. He came to Liu's house every morning and helped the guests serve tea and water. He didn't drag his tired body back to sleep until there was no one at night, and even
Even my sister almost didn't care.
Only then did Qin Feng know the old man's status in the world, because on the day of the funeral, the people attending the old man's funeral included not only his colleagues from the mainland, but also many overseas Chinese who had returned from overseas.
There were more than 300 funeral vehicles alone, and more than a thousand people attended the funeral, during which the police were deployed to maintain order.
"A Feng, I will go back to Taiwan with my father and the others tomorrow. Please take care of yourself. I will be back soon!"
After the funeral, Liu Zimo found Qin Feng. Although the old man left a will before his death, he still had a copy with his lawyer. He requested that the other half of his ashes be scattered in Sun Moon Lake on Taiwan Island.
This is also a big event, and all direct members of the Liu family will be present, so after finishing the funeral in the mainland, they will return to Taiwan immediately. There are also many old men who have old military friends there, but they are unable to come to the mainland to participate for many reasons.
funeral.
"Ah Feng, take this little money. I know that before grandpa died, he asked his uncle to take care of you, but before he finished speaking... he just..."
Liu Zimo took out a stack of money and stuffed it into Qin Feng's pocket. He was the closest to the old man on the day he died, so he naturally knew the meaning of his last few words.
However, the elders of the Liu family were so busy these days that they didn't even get a good night's sleep. Naturally, they couldn't care about Qin Feng anymore. Only Liu Zimo still remembered it in his heart.
Seeing that Qin Feng was about to refuse again, Liu Zimo quickly said: "Ah Feng, don't refuse, go buy a tricycle. You can also collect more things every day, just think of it as a brother and I lend it to you!"
"Okay, Zimo, thank you!"
Qin Feng was not pretentious and took the money. He usually pushed a cart that was about to fall apart to collect scraps. Although it contained a lot of things, it couldn't go far, and it was far less convenient than a tricycle.
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