The last thing he wants to face in life is life and death, He Xiangdong thinks that he is a very strong person, and he can deal with the criticism and accusations of the outside world against him, although he has also fought back angrily, but his heart has never panicked, and he has never been worried.

But now when facing the life and death of his loved ones, He Xiangdong's heart is as uncomfortable as a knife, and a panicked emotion also rises in his heart, he is timid, he is afraid, he is afraid to see that scene, he is afraid to see the proud and lovely bad old man lying on the hospital bed waiting to die.

What a proud old man he was.

He Xiangdong exhaled a few breaths, unscrewed the lock of the door with trembling hands, a white lamp was lit in the room, and Wang Miwei was lying on the hospital bed, covered with a white quilt.

There was a serene smell on his face, his eyes were closed very tightly, his lips trembled slightly, his whole face was gray, his expression was also very sluggish, and the old age spots and wrinkles on his face were tightly twisted together.

Seeing Wang Miwei's appearance, He Xiangdong's eyes turned red again, and his heart trembled a few times.

Wu Jiabao's little friend, who was beside He Xiangdong, also looked at Wang Miwei blankly, his face was solemn, he didn't dare to speak, and even his breathing was a lot lighter, he was afraid of waking up the old man.

He Xiangdong exhaled a breath tremblingly, and gently walked to Wang Miwei's bedside, he grabbed Wang Miwei's hand and called softly: "Old man, I'm back." ”

Xu heard He Xiangdong's call, Wang Miwei's tightly closed eyelids twitched a few times, and then slowly opened them.

He Xiangdong looked at it clearly, the brilliance of the old man's eyes had already dissipated, and the old man looked at He Xiangdong sluggishly for a long time, and the brilliance in his eyes gradually condensed, and he saw the person clearly.

"Little one, you're back. Old Man Wang's throat made a sound, the volume was very low, and his breath was very empty.

He Xiangdong nodded vigorously, and his tears almost fell. When he left Beijing for Nanjing, he also met with the old man.

At that time, it was the time when he defined the next ten years of big gambling with mainstream cross talk, and Wang Miwei was still joking with him at that time, saying that young people wanted to get it, and he had the demeanor of his youth. Then he shouted that he wanted to accept Xiao He as an apprentice, let Xiao He grow up to abuse the artists in the music industry, and let He Xiangdong and Xiao He be brothers.

He Xiangdong was taken advantage of by the old man again, he was angry and his teeth were itching, and before leaving Beijing, he also said that he would come back to settle accounts with the old man when the performance in Nanjing was over.

But before he could return, the old man was already like this.

It's only been a few days.

He Xiangdong felt extremely uncomfortable in his heart, how did this bad old man become like this?

Wang Miwei was still looking at He Xiangdong, he barely pulled out a little smile on his face, and he said in a low voice: "Xiao Dongzi, I'...... Eventually...... It's not as good as your master, he still has a farewell performance...... But I can't get up, I'm losing, I've lost him once from you, and now ...... Lose again, huh...... Scold. ”

He Xiangdong's nose was very sour, tears were rolling in his eyes, he opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but the words were all choked in his throat, and he couldn't say it at all.

When Wang Miwei said these two words, it seemed that he had used up all his strength, he pursed his lips, and his breathing became thicker.

He Xiangdong pulled Wu Jiabao's hand, Wu Jiabao came to Wang Miwei's bed, and Wang Miwei looked at the child.

He Xiangdong took a few heavy breaths, calmed down his mood, and then said, "Kneel." ”

Wu Jiabao knelt down as he said.

He Xiangdong said to Wang Miwei: "Old man, we have the reality of master and apprentice, but we have no name of master and apprentice, and we have no chance in this life, I am ashamed of you." When I was performing in Nanjing, I got Fu Sheng's recommendation and met this very talented little guy, and when it comes to storytelling, he is no worse than me, or even better. I think I will train him for a few more years, and he will be able to inherit your mantle, old man, you have a successor, and your vein will not be extinct. ”

Speaking of heirs, Wang Miwei's eyes had a hint of brilliance. Their branches have always been passed down in a single line, only one person from generation to generation, and not geniuses.

waited until his generation, and it took him most of his life to find a genius like He Xiangdong who could inherit his mantle, but unfortunately He Xiangdong refused to worship him as a teacher.

There is no heir has always been a sore spot in Wang Miwei's heart, and they will be cut off if they can't pass it on to him, so he can only pass on his skills to He Xiangdong, hoping that He Xiangdong can help him inherit the mantle.

He originally thought that he would never see a successor in this life, but when he was dying, He Xiangdong brought him a young genius and told him that he had a successor.

Wang Miwei suddenly burst into tears, he was lonely all his life, had no children and no daughters, and he could have the only relative, that is, his apprentice.

Master and apprentice are like father and son.

Although He Xiangdong has always treated him like a master, he is really nameless after all.

Now seeing the little guy standing in front of him, Wang Miwei's tears can no longer be held back.

Wu Jiabao panicked all of a sudden, and he hurriedly wiped Wang Miwei's tears with his hands.

Wang Miwei showed a look of relief, and he said in a trembling voice: "Child...... Son, called teacher...... Father. ”

"Master. Wu Jiabao shouted.

Wang Miwei let out a sigh of relief, her eyes narrowed, and her face was full of satisfaction.

He Xiangdong also sighed and said: "Old man, don't worry, I will definitely cultivate this child well, no matter what, I will definitely let him become a talent, I will definitely let him inherit your mantle, inherit your storytelling skills, and he will definitely be your real apprentice." ”

Wang Miwei slowly opened her eyes and said in a trembling voice: "That piece...... Jade...... Jade. ”

He Xiangdong was stunned, immediately stood up, turned around and shouted, "Where is the old man's piece of jade?"

Tian Jiani immediately said: "In the clothes that the old man has changed, I will go and get them immediately." ”

Wang Miwei's jade was brought to the hospital by him, and he put it in the clothes he had changed.

Tian Jiani hurriedly ran out and came back soon after, handing over the jade to He Xiangdong.

He Xiangdong stuffed the jade into the old man's hand, this is a piece of jade with very mottled quality and poor texture, but this piece of jade is the most precious thing Wang Miwei, this is the most precious thing he has ever obtained in his artistic career.

Because it is engraved with the words "King of the Pure Street", which is something that those poor viewers who love to listen to him spontaneously use penny by penny to buy for him.

This piece of jade is the best evaluation of Wang Miwei's artistic career, which is the glory of his life.

Although this piece of jade is not valuable, it is a priceless treasure.

Wang Miwei turned out the jade, put it in his hand and took a deep look at it for the last time, as if he couldn't see enough, he stretched out his hand, trembling and put the jade in Wu Jiabao's hand.

This last action exhausted all of Wang Miwei's strength.

"Huhuhuhu......" Wang Miwei gasped for breath, and sweat broke out on her head.

Panting like a cow and sweating like oil.

The old man is going!

"Old man. He Xiangdong exclaimed.

The crowd at the door quickly ran in.

Wang Miwei looked at He Xiangdong, panting and saying vague words: "Xiao He...... What...... Xiao He ...... Little one......"

He Xiangdong looked at him nervously and pricked up his ears to listen carefully.

But Wang Miwei's breathing gradually stopped until it dissipated.

A generation of famous storytellers, a generation of pit kings, passed away.