After returning to Hong Kong Island to rest for a night, he checked Mr. Chen's condition and found that he was still okay. Lu Fei took his hand back with confidence.
"Tell me the truth, how long can I live?"
The old man's voice was still crisp, but it was no longer as loud as thunder before. His eyes were becoming cloudy, his complexion was much worse, and even the wrinkles on his forehead were stretched.
Lu Fei stared at the old man, but the old man couldn't calm down.
"Hurry up. I'm not afraid of death. I have four generations living under the same roof. Even if I die now, I won't have any regrets. To be honest."
Lu Fei carried him into the wheelchair and handed him the tea cup. The old man took a sip and pouted.
"Grandson, are you going bankrupt?"
"Haha, where do you start with this? Our family's money will never be spent in a few lifetimes, and I won't bankrupt anyone who goes bankrupt." Lu Fei said with a smile.
"Then you will give me this to drink?
There are only two tea leaves in a cup, so there is no taste. No wonder people say that the richer people are, the pickier they are."
Mr. Chen has been holding this in his mind for a long time. After the war, when conditions were met, in addition to drinking, the old man also liked to drink banquet tea. Since he had Lu Fei, the wealthy grandson-in-law, tea has become several grades higher, but he can
He was so happy, but the good times did not last long. In the past year or two, he felt that the tea he drank was becoming more and more bland. Especially in the past six months or so, he only brewed two leaves at a time. The old man had been depressed for a long time.
Lu Fei laughed out loud: "Old man, can you be more reasonable? I have told you a long time ago that your physical condition does not allow it. Drinking strong tea will affect your rest and your metabolism. I remember I told you more than once.
Twice, Lao Xue must have told you."
Mr. Chen knew he was in the wrong, but he didn't want to admit it. He curled his lips and said, "I'm so confused that I can't remember clearly. Did you say that?"
"Hahaha!"
Lu Fei laughed, he was really an old kid, a little kid.
"Don't mess around with me. I'm a doctor. I know better than you whether you have Alzheimer's disease. Don't pretend to be like me!"
"snort!"
The old man had a knot in his neck, indicating that he was very unhappy.
"Okay, okay, when you are buried, I will put some more good wine and tea in the coffin for you, and let you drink it down below, okay?"
When Chen Yunfei heard what Lu Fei said, his expression softened a little, but he soon frowned again: "Isn't I going to be cremated?"
"After cremation, put your urn into the coffin and bury it according to the old rules. It does not violate the policy but also abides by the tradition."
The old man's eyes lit up: "This
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Okay, this is good, it has to be you, I can’t count on anyone else.”
Lu Fei took the old man's teacup and put it on the coffee table, and said as if coaxing a child: "That's right, I've prepared the coffin for you."
"real?"
"Of course, can I fool you? It has been prepared for more than a year. It is a big coffin made of cypress wood. It is oiled three times a year. It is bright and shiny. I have pictures here. Do you want to see it?"
"Okay, find it for me quickly."
Chen Yunfei pointed at his grandson-in-law, his eyes full of love. The more he looked at him, the more he liked him. This grandson was indeed capable of trouble.
Lu Fei did not fool the old man. He had actually prepared it for him for a long time. He asked Master Gu Yizhong, a master who has been specialized in making coffins for four generations in Bianliang, to customize it.
Lu Fei found the photos on his phone and opened them for the old man to see. The old man looked at the huge yellow coffin on the shelf, squinting and nodding frequently.
"It's great, it's great, but why isn't it red?"
"Nowadays, we pay attention to the original ecology, and yellow is closer to the natural color, so we use yellow."
"Oh, that's it. It's really good. This is it." The old man expressed great satisfaction.
"Old man, the cypress wood I made for you on my own initiative was not made of the finest golden nanmu. You won't say I'm stingy, right?" Lu Fei asked.
The old man waved his hands and said: "This is good. I come from the countryside. If you can use cypress wood for the roof, it will be good. In the past, let alone cypress wood, most people couldn't afford pine wood. They just rolled it up with mats."
There are too many. I am not a landlord and have a lot of money. There is no need to use too good quality. Besides, if the material is too good, I am afraid that bad people will notice it. Your father has to hire someone to guard it. I like to be clean, so there is no need to give me such a trick.
I find it annoying."
"I guess you thought so too, so you made your own decision. By the way, there is another issue that you have to discuss with my father and my second uncle. Should I be buried in Tiandu or return to my hometown in Bashu?" Lu Fei asked.
The old man shook his head: "There is no need to discuss it with them, we will make it up."
The old man squinted his eyes and thought for a while and said: "How about going back to my hometown? I don't plan to go to Babao Mountain. It is not suitable to stay in Tiantian and the impact will not be good. Go back to my hometown."
Speaking of which, the old man paused and asked, "If you go back to your hometown, will it be inconvenient for you to visit the grave?"
"It doesn't matter. Even if you are buried on the moon, it won't stop me from visiting your grave."
The old man still shook his head: "It's still not appropriate. If you go back to your hometown, it will probably affect those people in the area. I think they are troublesome. How about this? Find a suitable place in your hometown and arrange a place for me. Wait for you to go back to visit the grave."
I just happened to be on my way." He returned to Hong Kong Island to rest for a night and checked Mr. Chen's condition. He found that he was still okay, so Lu Fei took his hand back with confidence.
"Tell me the truth, how long can I live?"
The old man's voice was still crisp, but it was no longer as loud as thunder before. His eyes were becoming cloudy, his complexion was much worse, and even the wrinkles on his forehead were stretched.
Lu Fei stared at the old man, but the old man couldn't calm down.
"Hurry up. I'm not afraid of death. I have four generations living under the same roof. Even if I die now, I won't have any regrets. To be honest."
Lu Fei carried him into the wheelchair and handed him the tea cup. The old man took a sip and pouted.
"Grandson, are you going bankrupt?"
"Haha, where do you start with this? Our family's money will never be spent in a few lifetimes, and I won't bankrupt anyone who goes bankrupt." Lu Fei said with a smile.
"Then you will give me this to drink?
There are only two tea leaves in a cup, so there is no taste. No wonder people say that the richer people are, the pickier they are."
Mr. Chen has been holding this in his mind for a long time. After the war, when conditions were met, in addition to drinking, the old man also liked to drink banquet tea. Since he had Lu Fei, the wealthy grandson-in-law, tea has become several grades higher, but he can
He was so happy, but the good times did not last long. In the past year or two, he felt that the tea he drank was becoming more and more bland. Especially in the past six months or so, he only brewed two leaves at a time. The old man had been depressed for a long time.
Lu Fei laughed out loud: "Old man, can you be more reasonable? I have told you a long time ago that your physical condition does not allow it. Drinking strong tea will affect your rest and your metabolism. I remember I told you more than once.
Twice, Lao Xue must have told you."
Mr. Chen knew he was in the wrong, but he didn't want to admit it. He curled his lips and said, "I'm so confused that I can't remember clearly. Did you say that?"
"Hahaha!"
Lu Fei laughed, he was really an old kid, a little kid.
"Don't mess around with me. I'm a doctor. I know better than you whether you have Alzheimer's disease. Don't pretend to be like me!"
"snort!"
The old man had a knot in his neck, indicating that he was very unhappy.
"Okay, okay, when you are buried, I will put some more good wine and tea in the coffin for you, and let you drink it down below, okay?"
When Chen Yunfei heard what Lu Fei said, his expression softened a little, but he soon frowned again: "Isn't I going to be cremated?"
"After cremation, put your urn into the coffin and bury it according to the old rules. It does not violate the policy but also abides by the tradition."
The old man's eyes lit up: "This
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Okay, this is good, it has to be you, I can’t count on anyone else.”
Lu Fei took the old man's teacup and put it on the coffee table, and said as if coaxing a child: "That's right, I've prepared the coffin for you."
"real?"
"Of course, can I fool you? It has been prepared for more than a year. It is a big coffin made of cypress wood. It is oiled three times a year. It is bright and shiny. I have pictures here. Do you want to see it?"
"Okay, find it for me quickly."
Chen Yunfei pointed at his grandson-in-law, his eyes full of love. The more he looked at him, the more he liked him. This grandson was indeed capable of trouble.
Lu Fei did not fool the old man. He had actually prepared it for him for a long time. He asked Master Gu Yizhong, a master who has been specialized in making coffins for four generations in Bianliang, to customize it.
Lu Fei found the photos on his phone and opened them for the old man to see. The old man looked at the huge yellow coffin on the shelf, squinting and nodding frequently.
"It's great, it's great, but why isn't it red?"
"Nowadays, we pay attention to the original ecology, and yellow is closer to the natural color, so we use yellow."
"Oh, that's it. It's really good. This is it." The old man expressed great satisfaction.
"Old man, the cypress wood I made for you on my own initiative was not made of the finest golden nanmu. You won't say I'm stingy, right?" Lu Fei asked.
The old man waved his hands and said: "This is good. I come from the countryside. If you can use cypress wood for the roof, it will be good. In the past, let alone cypress wood, most people couldn't afford pine wood. They just rolled it up with mats."
There are too many. I am not a landlord and have a lot of money. There is no need to use too good quality. Besides, if the material is too good, I am afraid that bad people will notice it. Your father has to hire someone to guard it. I like to be clean, so there is no need to give me such a trick.
I find it annoying."
"I guess you thought so too, so you made your own decision. By the way, there is another issue that you have to discuss with my father and my second uncle. Should I be buried in Tiandu or return to my hometown in Bashu?" Lu Fei asked.
The old man shook his head: "There is no need to discuss it with them, we will make it up."
The old man squinted his eyes and thought for a while and said: "How about going back to my hometown? I don't plan to go to Babao Mountain. It is not suitable to stay in Tiantian and the impact will not be good. Go back to my hometown."
Speaking of which, the old man paused and asked, "If you go back to your hometown, will it be inconvenient for you to visit the grave?"
"It doesn't matter. Even if you are buried on the moon, it won't stop me from visiting your grave."
The old man still shook his head: "It's still not appropriate. If you go back to your hometown, it will probably affect those people in the area. I think they are troublesome. How about this? Find a suitable place in your hometown and arrange a place for me. Wait for you to go back to visit the grave."