"It should be basking in the sun under the tree over there. Go and look for it. The old man has been crazy these days. He is always alone in a daze. He ignores me, as if he owes him five million.
"Uncle Liu curled his lips and said unhappily.
Wang Yang was slightly startled. Although Mr. Yang's character is a bit weird, he is not to the point of ignoring others, right? But since Uncle Liu said so, it must be right. These people in the nursing home have no interests. They will spend their whole lives.
, no one will bother to slander someone when they are full and have nothing to do.
Nodding to express his gratitude, Wang Yang walked towards the camphor tree in the south. He saw an old man with white beard and hair and freckles on his skin, sitting on a wooden rocking chair, enjoying the sun shining through the shade of the tree.
In the dappled sunlight, he closed his eyes and meditated, as if he was integrated with the surrounding environment, and the world had nothing to do with him.
Wang Yang stepped forward gently and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Yang? Are you awake? Mr. Yang?"
Mr. Yang woke up slowly and slowly opened his eyes. He glanced at Wang Yang listlessly, then smiled slightly and said in a voice full of vicissitudes of life: "Oh, is Xiao Wang here?" Then he took a long breath and said to himself
He said to himself: "I most
Mr. Kon has a premonition that his end is coming, and he often dreams about you and my son. If my son were here, the three of us would look very much like the three of our grandparents. Everything in my life has been connected. The only thing I regret is that there is no one.
I have enjoyed this family happiness."
Wang Yang didn't know why Mr. Yang suddenly mentioned this, but he still followed his words: "I heard you said that your son left you when he was very young to do a great thing.
Go, life or death is uncertain. I have never seen you again after so many years. However,
Since he has done a great thing, as a father, you will naturally feel proud and happy for him. One day, he will come back to see you after he has accomplished it. Besides, won't I come to visit you now? In the future.
, I will try to spare as much time as possible to come here to see you and chat with you more."
"Haha, you kid, you are young and a person who is doing great things, how can you always spend time on me? I just feel like this, maybe I will never see my son again in this life.
?There are so many things to say, and I will never have the chance to say them to him again. It has been so many years. In fact, I know
What does he think? What I want to say is, it doesn’t matter, just come back. I don’t necessarily need him to do something sensational to feel proud of his face. Even if he fails, he is still a good person in my mind.
The best one." Mr. Yang said, looking into the distance, his eyes full of longing.
It was also the first time for Wang Yang to see Mr. Yang like this, and he couldn't help but sigh: "Who says otherwise? Poor parents in the world. Mr. Yang, what do you mean, is he not coming back on purpose because he is afraid that he will not be able to face you?"
Mr. Yang was silent for a long time, nodded and said: "Yes, and a few times, I felt that he came back, but he didn't dare to see me. Xiao Wang, I'm afraid I won't last a few days. If you have a chance in the future,
If you meet him, you must remember to tell him for me that I want him to go home."
"If I could meet him, I would definitely tell him. However, in the vast sea of people, even if I mobilize a lot of resources, it would be difficult to find someone who has disappeared for decades. You are now eighty years old, and he is at least five years old."
At sixty years old, your memory of him only remains when you were a teenager. The changes in the past few decades have been so great that even if you were face to face, I am afraid only your father, whose blood is thicker than water, would be able to recognize him. "Wang Yang
He said helplessly.
"Let it go. In short, I feel relieved to have someone like you who cares about me before I die." Mr. Yang smiled slightly, then took out a jade pendant from his pocket and said, "Xiao Wang, this is
This is a jade pendant passed down from my family. If anyone sees this jade in the future and can tell the meaning of it, then he will undoubtedly be my son."
Wang Yang looked at the jade pendant. It was an ancient Pisces jade pendant. The quality seemed ordinary and nothing special. Wang Yang reached out and took it, nodded and said, "What's the story of this jade?"
Mr. Yang did not answer, but said: "Stories will always be compiled. It is useless to talk about it. One day, whoever can separate and put this jade back together freely will be true."
"Can this jade be opened and closed?" Wang Yang took a breath and took out the jade pendant and looked at it for a long time. No matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see any mechanism or anything like that. Then Mr. Yang said that the jade can be opened and closed freely. What should he do?
To do it?
"Remember what I said. Okay, I'm a little tired. You go and do your work. Don't worry about me. I'll be alone for a while." Mr. Yang suddenly showed a tired face, then waved his hand gently.
No more talking.
Wang Yang shouted softly, but Mr. Yang did not answer. Wang Yang still wanted to ask him something: "Mr. Yang, can you answer my two questions first?"
However, Mr. Yang still didn't respond. Wang Yang was a little confused and backed away from him. He found that his body started to feel cold. In shock, Wang Yang put his hand under Mr. Yang's nose and found that he had no breath.
.
Mr. Yang is dead?
Just in front of these few eyes, do you think you will die?
This incident quickly attracted other people from the nursing home. People would die here every once in a while, so it didn't cause too much of a sensation.
"Hey, another one is gone, I'm sure the next one will be me."
"Haha, let's just go. Where can I not hang around? I've been staying in this small place for three or four years and I'm tired of it. Why don't I let the God of Death give me priority next and take me away? I'll still
I want to ask Lao Yang if he cheated in the last game of chess."
Some old people laugh at themselves and don't take death seriously at all.
Uncle Liu on the side looked at Wang Yang and advised him not to be sad: "Xiao Wang, birth, aging, illness and death are natural laws. Mr. Yang is over eighty years old and has lived a long enough life. I think he will probably run out of gas in the past few days.
When the light is off, it means that there are things in my heart that I haven't let go of. Today you came and he explained to you and then left with peace of mind. Isn't that good? At least he won't die in peace."
Wang Yang tugged on the jade pendant in his hand and agreed more with what Uncle Liu said. The death of a person means losing consciousness and the last thoughts disappear, that is complete death. In fact, Mr. Yang's body was probably dead some time ago.
But there is an idea in his mind that supports him and he is alive today.
And this idea is to find his son, and as a person who is relatively close to him, I can also give him the final say, so there won't be too many regrets left.
After helping with the funeral arrangements at the nursing home, Wang Yang didn't stay long. He originally wanted to come and ask Mr. Yang for advice on how to defeat Xichuan, but now he could only return without success.