When they arrived at the second floor, they saw a young man standing guard at the top of the stairs with a shell gun astride him. When the young man saw Zhou Wen, he smiled and saluted and said: "The young master is finally back, but he has thought badly of the villain. The master just fell asleep. The young master
It's better to go up later. My mother is taking care of him, so he'll be fine."
Zhou Wen remembered. This man is Zhang Youfeng's son. What's his name? Zhang Bao. He used to work as a boy in a business. Why did he come to his home? And he actually had a box cannon astride him. In the past, only his eldest brother Lin was the only one at home.
Only Dongping can be equipped with a gun. Wait, this gun is very familiar. It seems to be the original one of my eldest brother.
Zhou Wen already knew that something was wrong, that there was a thief. He ignored Zhang Bao at the moment and said: "Junior brother, go to the gate and guard it, don't let anyone out." He glanced at Ti Jing behind him and went upstairs.
Zhang Xiaoping walked up. Zhang Xiaoping rushed out with a whoosh. Zhang Bao was anxious and just wanted to stop him, but Ti Jing grabbed him by the neck like a chicken and carried him over. The gun from his waist was snatched away in an instant.
He walked over and with a little force, Zhang Bao, who was already frightened, fainted.
Zhou Wen went upstairs and saw his father's bedroom door opened, and a panicked old woman came out. Zhou Wen knew that she was Zhang Youfeng's wife, Aunt Zhang. She usually helped in the kitchen. When was it her turn to take care of his father's daily life?
Aunt Zhang suppressed her uneasiness and said with a charming smile: "Amitabha, the young master is finally back. He said..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhou Wen pushed his head against the doorpost. He rolled his eyes and fainted. Zhou Wen controlled his strength just right and was only knocked unconscious without bleeding - his father's residence, bleeding.
Ominous.
Zhou Wen strode into the bedroom, only to feel a sour smell in the room. The windows in the dark room were closed and the air was polluted. Zhou Wen said: "Brother, go and open the window." He walked to the big bed and took a look.
I almost had a nervous breakdown in an instant.
His father was sleeping on the bed with his eyes closed. His formerly chubby face was now so thin that his eye sockets were sunken, and his body smelled terrible.
Zhou Wen's eyes were red. He stepped forward and gently lifted the quilt, only to see traces of urine and urine everywhere on the bed. Feeling that his father's breath was weak, Zhou Wen hurriedly shouted: "Junior brother Feng, come quickly."
At this time, Miaohua had opened all the windows, and the room became brighter in an instant. Feng Tianpei rushed to the bed, stretched out his hand to check his pulse and said: "Brother, first use massage to let uncle relax.
I'm afraid there are a lot of bedsores, so I need to clean them and apply medicine immediately. I think they haven't eaten for a few days, so I asked them to make porridge and boil some hot water."
Zhou Wen quickly reached out and picked up his father's body, which was as light as a grass. With his left hand, he pushed down all the contaminated sheets and quilts on the bed. Then he gently placed his father on the bed, pressed his father's chest, and the Prajna Qi slowed down.
Slowly typing, looking at the old man's skinny body, tears fell down.
Miaohua had already walked out and was directing her subordinates to get busy in the courtyard. Anyone who dared to raise a question would have his mouth and nose bleeding after being beaten with melon seeds. She asked the stunned Li Dachuan: "Who is this?"
The servant who used to serve the master?"
Li Dashuan stammered: "Yes-yes-yes-Huang Ma. She is in the kitchen now."
"Call her over."
When the servant named Huang Ma came over, Miaohua said: "Now go up and listen to your young master's instructions. If anything happens, just ask the servant to take care of it. If anyone doesn't listen to you, tell me."
Only then did Huang's mother know that the young master was back. She covered her mouth with her hands in disbelief and cried softly. Miaohua drank: "Now is not the time to cry, go quickly."
Huang Ma suppressed her excitement and ran upstairs while crying.
At this time, Zhang Xiaoping came over with the little old man in his hand. It turned out that Zhang Youfeng, the second housekeeper, saw that the situation was not good and wanted to run out of the door, but Zhang Xiaoping captured him directly.
Ti Jing also walked over carrying the limp Zhang Bao and Aunt Zhang in one hand.
Miaohua looked at Li Dazhuan who was trembling all over and said: "You, whatever you are looking at, it's you. Come here, tie up these people and gag them. Just guard them, and if anyone tries to run away, just beat them up."
Will it?"
Li Dachuan hurriedly replied: "Yes, yes, I will do as I please."
Upstairs, Zhou Wen's prajna energy was indeed unparalleled, and Zhou Jinghai's breathing gradually became clearer. Feng Tianpei helped with a few more acupuncture needles, and in less than half an hour, Zhou Jinghai slowly woke up.
As soon as he woke up, Zhou Jinghai saw the familiar face he had been thinking about so much. At first he thought that he had gone to the underworld to meet his father and son. He felt the pain in his body and a breath in his body guiding his breathing. He felt so comfortable and peaceful.
Peace. The pain in the body can be ignored.
"My son is back, Awen is back." Zhou Jinghai's spirit began to cheer up. Although he was still too weak to speak, his body was like dry land that had been dry for a long time being moistened by spring rain, and was gradually coming to life.
Zhou Wen felt that his father's eyes began to slowly brighten, and he looked straight at him without blinking. However, a few tears flowed from the corners of his eyes. The corners of his weak mouth twitched slightly - Zhou Wen knew that his father was smiling.
He also looked at his father with tears in his eyes and smiled. The father and son just looked at each other, laughing and crying...
Then whether it was Zhou Wen helping Zhou Jinghai clean his body, applying medicine, or Zhou Wen feeding him spoonfuls of rice porridge, his eyes never left Zhou Wen. He just looked at his son, as if he couldn't get enough of it.
The father and son did not say a word from beginning to end, and there was no need to speak - silence was better than sound at this time.
Everyone else in the room did things very lightly, not wanting to disturb the peaceful and peaceful atmosphere in which the father and son reunited after a long separation.
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At two o'clock in the afternoon, Xu Dacheng arrived with his brothers. More than a dozen male and female servants who had been standing in a row in the yard in front of the main hall for several hours watched as more than a dozen loaded guns jumped out of the truck with a roar.
When the soldiers came up, they surrounded the courtyard tightly, and two machine guns were set up at the gate. Several servants, whose backs were aching from standing, were immediately frightened and fell to the ground.
Zhou Wen, who was sitting on a seat at the door of the main hall, looked at these servants coldly and said nothing. During this period, the servants who wanted to speak were silenced and could only stand obediently, looking at them with fear in their eyes.
Cold light Zhou Wen. Is he still the affable and frail young man from before? Is he still the young master who always smiles and is polite when he meets everyone?
At this time, Xu Dacheng walked in and said: "Awen, I asked Gazi to lead people to guard the store, and everyone is under control. When we are done here, we will go over."
Zhou Wen nodded and said: "Dacheng, you go upstairs to see my dad first. He will definitely be happier to see you."
Xu Dacheng agreed and went upstairs.
Zhou Wen said coldly to Zhang Youfeng's family of three, who were tied and kneeling on the ground and about to pee in fear: "Let's start talking. It's impossible for you slaves to be so bold as to murder the master's family. Say it. If you don't say it, it won't happen."