Chapter 680 No matter how long the day is, the night will come
Looking at Wang Meng's nanny and Wang Ke's hunched backs in the nearby back room, several people sighed secretly.
Thinking back to the first time they came to this courtyard for a gathering more than two years ago, Mr. Wang, although old, was still in good health. When he sat, he was straighter than the "young people" like them.
, and he speaks as loudly as Hong Zhong.
In just over two years, the old man's health has deteriorated day by day.
Although they knew that it was a blessing from heaven to live to Wang Meng's age, they couldn't help but sigh as they watched an old man grow old.
When Wang Ke looked away and returned, Zhuang Yu asked, "How has Mr. Wang been doing lately, and how is his diet?"
"My appetite is okay, but I can't sleep much. I asked two doctors to come to the house to stay with me. The old man didn't want to do anything special. I asked him to go to the hospital to recuperate for a while, but he didn't want to. He said he wanted to stay in this courtyard.
It feels comfortable." Wang Kewang said.
"You come here every day?"
"No, at first, the younger generation came to visit every now and then, but then the old man stopped letting them come. Now I am the only one who comes here when I have nothing to do, maybe every two or three days. My father has not been in good health recently. This month
I went to the hospital several times.”
"Isn't it convenient for me to go take a look?" Wang Yi asked.
Wang Kewang smiled and waved his hand, "No, what he hates most is when someone goes out of his way to see him and say something that makes it look like he is about to die."
"I'm not..."
"I didn't say you were, it's just that my old man has a very weird temper, so it's better not to go." Wang Kewang shook his head again.
Zhang Zhong sees that Wang Kewang's recent state is not very good. After all, he is not young yet, but he still has to run around for the two generations above him. It is really not easy.
…
Wu Ziyun and the others came in the evening, and Xu Yuhan and Peng Peng also came with them.
After Pengpeng came over, Zhang Zhong took her to the back room to greet Wang Meng.
Because they had met last time and received gifts, Pengpeng was not so nervous this time, so Wang Meng left her down to talk.
"Old Master, your room is so dark, why don't you turn on the light?" Pengpeng asked strangely when he saw that the room was a little dark.
Wang Meng smiled and said, "Oh, I forgot."
"Then let me drive it for you."
"Okay, okay, help me turn it on. Do you know where the switch is?"
"have no idea."
"The switch is there, can you reach it?" Wang Meng pointed to the switch next to the door. The switch was one and a half meters above the ground and seemed a bit high.
Pengpeng said with a smile, "Okay, I can turn on the lights at home. And even if I can't reach them, I can also step on the bench. My dad likes to hide my candies on top of the refrigerator, but that doesn't bother me.
, I can go up by stepping on the bench."
"You're a very courageous girl, why won't your father spank you?"
"My dad doesn't hit people, and my dad also said that strong people are born no different from others. The reason they are strong is because they know how to use tools, just like I know how to use a bench."
"Hahaha, that's what a gentleman is born with. He is good at things and fake things." Wang Meng said with a smile.
"Yes, yes, my father said so too, but I forgot about it." Pengpeng nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
She didn't forget about the business and ran over with her little legs to turn on the light.
"It's much better now." Pengpeng clapped his hands and said.
The sudden light made Wang Meng squint his eyes. After he got used to it, he looked at the chandelier and asked Pengpeng with a smile, "Pengpeng, do you know why there is darkness?"
Pengpeng shook his head, "I don't know."
"Because when darkness falls, it is the time for people to rest."
"So are we going to sleep tonight?"
"That's right."
"But sometimes I don't want to sleep at night."
"Then turn on the lights and drive away the darkness with light."
"You can also turn on the TV." Pengpeng said with a smile.
Wang Meng smiled and nodded, "You're right, you can turn on the TV. Go ahead and play in the yard. That's where you should be."
Pengpeng didn't know why the old man in front of her said that the yard was the place she should go, but she really wanted to play in the yard. There were many flowers in the yard of the old man's house.
"Then I'm leaving. Goodbye, old man."
"Bye-Bye."
Seeing Peng Peng running out in bounds, a happy smile appeared on the corner of Wang Meng's mouth. In fact, he still had nothing to say to Peng Peng.
No matter how long the day is, night will always come.
The reason why he didn't say this to Pengpeng was because he knew that the children would not understand the meaning of this sentence, because children never doubt the hope of the future.
Looking at the empty room, Wang Meng suddenly thought of Fugui and his old scalper.
Then he looked up at the chandelier again. He didn't have an old scalper, but he had more things that Fugui couldn't have. In the yard, he could vaguely hear Peng Peng's cheers, and the faint sounds of Zhang Zhong and his friends chatting.
In his whole life, he has been in the fields, worked, been drafted as a young man, and also participated in the revolution.
I have carried a gun and carried a pen. I have seen death and witnessed rebirth.
He was once like Peng Peng, happy all day long, even if life was not going well, but he never lost hope. He knew that his days were numbered, and there was no need for a doctor to give him a verdict, or medicine to remind him.
The deadline is approaching.
He spent most of his life in struggle, but when death was approaching, he was able to face it calmly. During this not-so-long journey of life, he had already been able to wait as if he were welcoming an old friend.
With the arrival of death.
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The next day, when Zhang Zhong was having breakfast, he suddenly received a call from Wang Kewang, saying that the old man had passed away.
Zhang Zhong held the phone and was stunned for half a minute without speaking.
Finally, it was Wang Meng who broke the silence, "The old man left very peacefully. He still had your copy of "Alive" in his hand when he left. Although it is inappropriate to tell you this news at the first time, I feel that since the old man was still there before leaving,
After reading your book, I need to tell you, Zhang Zhong, that the old man has you in his heart."
Zhang Zhong suddenly felt that his throat was a little dry. He had seen a lot of death, but he still could not be hard-hearted. When Wang Kewang said that the old man had him in his heart, he had mixed feelings.
People who were fine yesterday are gone today.
"Are you in the old house?" Zhang Zhong asked, his words were sticky, as if something was stuck in his throat.
"Um."
"Okay, I'll be there in a moment," Zhang Zhong said.
"No, come over tomorrow."
Wang Kewang said this, but Zhang Zhong didn't say anything else. Customs vary from place to place, so he couldn't ask more questions. Tomorrow is probably a day to visit the funeral.