At this moment, Zhang Wenjun simply didn’t know whether to cry or laugh!
I can't see it. I usually can't see it at all!
I recall Zhang Jiangang's speech and behavior all the time. He is clearly a little old man. How can he feel like a young man? How could he still be a young man who is younger than me?
Zhang Wenjun doesn't know that Zhang Jiangang has always been imitating his grandfather in plane 38. Moreover, one has a memory of 60 years and the other has a memory of more than 20 years, so it is relatively easy to hide it.
Moreover, Comrade Lao Zhang hangs out with a bunch of uncles and aunties all day long. With this mentality, it is difficult for him to remain extremely young!
It seems that he really needs to calm down and digest it, Zhang Wenjun thought at this moment.
"I can finally see why my eldest brother came to plane 1 and danced squarely and sang the main theme of military songs and red songs. He was afraid that others would find out."
"Yes, the eldest brother is quite shady." Seeing Zhang Wenjun's reaction, Lao Zhao and Lao Song couldn't help but complain a few words.
At the same time, the two of them felt a little uncomfortable and didn't know what to do in the future. With the leader Zhang Jiangang gone, the two of them directly felt that something was missing in their lives, empty, and even a little confused.
"Wenjun, don't think too much. Go back and calm down. Lele and Xiaoren, you should consider whether to tell them. But the children are still young. If you tell them, they will probably forget it when they grow up." Lao Song
He said, and at the same time glanced at another family not far away, "Go over and see Lao Hu's family. They are also crying."
Not far away, Hu Yitian's son and daughter's family, who also came, were also grieved.
In particular, Hu Bancheng, Hu Yitian's son, cried so miserably and with earth-shattering despair that he shouted wildly at the sea.
It can be seen that Lao Hu's son, despite his usual carefree attitude, actually has a deep affection for Lao Hu.
Without saying anything, Zhang Wenjun just nodded as if he had lost his soul.
"If you have any problems in the future, come to us, don't carry it yourself." Lao Zhao said.
Before leaving, Lao Yu also patted Zhang Wenjun on the shoulder, shook his head and sighed.
On the other side, on another rock, a young man who looked somewhat similar to Lao Hu was kneeling on the rock, in agony, with tears streaming down his face, which was heartbreaking.
"Dad! Dad!" Hu Bancheng, Lao Hu's son, shouted to the waves, which was touching.
"Why, why did you leave so suddenly! Why, what will I do if you leave, and what will happen to your grandson? Don't leave!" Lao Hu's son cried bitterly.
Behind him, Lao Hu's grandson was just crying, while his daughter-in-law was coaxing him with red eyes.
Although Lao Hu's daughter didn't cry so exaggeratedly, she still burst into tears and looked a little lost.
"Alas." Lao Zhao and the others sighed and walked over.
"It's half done, don't be sad. Your dad may not be dead, and he may come back one day." Lao Zhao consoled him.
"Just don't hurt your body. Your dad will feel uncomfortable if he sees you like this." Lao Song couldn't help but said, "Usually I see you are always angry with your dad, but I didn't expect you to have such deep feelings for your dad.
, get up, get up, don’t cry.”
Lao Yu also nodded. After all, they are biological father and son. Lao Yu believed that Lao Hu would be relieved if he saw this scene.
The father and son broke their bones and connected their tendons. Lao Hu's son used to be unsatisfactory and idle all day long. Especially when Lao Hu entered the Cultivation Department, he just chewed on his old man all day long, bought famous sports cars, and even imitated others and engaged in extramarital affairs.
~Encounter.
The angry Lao Hu immediately cut off the boy's credit cards, including his bank card, without giving him a dime anyway!
However, when the old man left, the boy still had a conscience.
"Uncle, I don't want to let go. I don't want my dad to leave!" With the help of several people, Lao Hu's son stood up and cried ridiculously.
"I know, I know, none of us are willing to give up." Lao Zhao said while supporting Xiao Hu.
"Yes, yes, we are not willing to part with it either." Lao Song also agreed.
Xiao Hu's nose sniffled, and he glanced at Lao Zhao uncomfortably. "Uncle, my dad didn't say anything more when he left? Do you want you to talk to me alone?" Hu Bancheng said, and looked away.
Zhang Wenjun.
"Say more? Talk to you alone? What did you say?" Lao Song was stunned.
"I see that you just gave Brother Wenjun another mobile phone, and it seems to be playing a video on it. My dad didn't leave another video for me?" Hu Bancheng said, looking at Zhang Wenjun not far away, who was alone and lost his mind facing the sea.
Lao Zhao and Lao Song looked at each other, "That's true. Everything Lao Hu should say is in this phone." Lao Zhao said.
After wiping his nose, Lao Hu's son looked at his sister behind him who was crying so sadly that he almost fainted, and then took Lao Song and the others to a place a little further away.
"Uncle, if you think about it again, my dad really didn't say anything more?" Xiao Hu asked cautiously, looking at his sister and brother-in-law, with a hint of crying.
Old Song frowned and glanced at Old Zhao, "Really not. Didn't everything your dad should say be said in the video?" Old Song thought hard and said.
And Lao Zhao was more direct, "No, Xiao Hu, what exactly do you want to ask? Just tell me. If your father tells us, if we can hide it from you, just tell us."
Everyone looked at Lao Hu's son.
Looking at Hu Bancheng, he first carefully glanced at his sister and brother-in-law in the distance, then swallowed and said with tears, "Uncle, my dad didn't tell you anything about his account number or password when he left?"
what?
The faces of Lao Zhao and others were all distorted.
"What's the account password?" Lao Song even asked.
"Ahem, yes, like Alipay? WeChat?" Hu Bancheng said cautiously.
"..."
At this moment, Lao Zhao and the others almost couldn't help but clean up the house for Lao Hu!
Your father hasn't died yet and you are ready to separate the family.
"No! I don't know!" Old Zhao was so angry that he almost took out the bricks.
"Uncle, if you jump to conclusions in a hurry, think about it carefully. Before my dad left, he put all his money in Alipay. I saw that he bought more than 20 million yuan in financial products, just his Huabei, especially the Borrower.
The amount is several million. If you think about it carefully, this is not an ordinary thing."
"..."
Lao Zhao and Lao Song were so angry that they wished they could teach this boy a lesson.
But Lao Yu turned his head and walked away.
"You, you, you! No! Your father didn't say anything!" Pointing at Comrade Xiao Hu, even Old Zhao, the rag king, was speechless.
"No, dad, you are too cruel!" Xiao Hu's face changed when he heard Lao Zhao categorically saying that his father did not leave his account password.
Seeing that Lao Yu had left, the two of them didn't bother to say anything more to Lao Hu's son.
"Half done, your dad is gone, you should take care of yourself and don't let your dad down." Just when Lao Zhao and Lao Song were preparing to leave.
"Hey, wait a minute, uncle, I was wrong, I was wrong. Uncle, I want to make arrangements for my father's future, I guess I will have to trouble you in the next few days." Lao Hu's son said, holding Lao Zhao's arm.
"..." Arrange some shitty funeral arrangements, your dad is not dead!
"And see if you can help me get some connections and get a death certificate for my dad."
"..." Lao Song was almost angry to death.
And Lao Zhao was so impatient that he directly took out the bricks, "Get a death certificate for your dad? I will get one for you, believe it or not!" Carrying the bricks, Lao Zhao was about to hit Lao Hu's son's head.
Smash it up.
"No, no, no, Lao Zhao, don't be impulsive!" Seeing this, Lao Song quickly stopped him.