"How so?" Zhang Jizu didn't believe his ears, "Dad's body has always been tough, and there has always been nothing wrong with it, why did he suddenly get sick." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info "Zhang Jizu didn't think about anything else, and hurriedly took Ali out of the crowd, and Ali led the way, and the master and servant rushed to the shipping ferry port and returned to Taozhen by boat.

On the way, Zhang Jizu learned from Ali's words that the old man Zhang was suddenly infected with a strange disease, but at the beginning, except for the old man's temper suddenly became irritable, he couldn't see other problems, but slowly the old man Zhang seemed to have become confused, and even the people around him couldn't recognize it clearly, but he repeatedly chanted Zhang Jizu's name, so people invited famous doctors to treat the old man on the one hand, and on the other hand, they hurriedly sent the telegram to Zhang Jizu.

"It's just that I invited a lot of Langzhong, even Langzhong, also known as the provincial capital, was invited, but there was no way, when I left home to pick up the young master, I heard that the master knew how to smile all day, and his face was flushed. Ay! The master is such a good person, it's really pitiful......" Ali said to Zhang Jizu.

Hearing the end Zhang Jizu really couldn't accept all these mutations, he hugged his head with both hands and fell into the memories of the past, Zhang Jizu's mother died of illness when he was very young, and the master of the Zhang family raised Zhang Jizu alone while running the family business, and he has never continued the string, it can be said that Zhang's father and son are really dependent on each other, don't look at Zhang Jizu's stubbornness, but he has a deep affection for his father. Ali didn't dare to say anything more when he saw the young master's appearance, but silently stepped aside.

Shanghai is not far from Hangzhou, and Taozhen is next to Hangzhou, so the boat taken by Zhang Jizu's master and servant arrived at his hometown Taozhen in less than half a day. Zhang Jizu almost didn't say a word along the way, and before the boat stopped, Zhang Jizu jumped an arrow step and went ashore, and Ali was also busy jumping ashore like the young master, and the master and servant couldn't take care of anything else, and they didn't look back and rushed all the way home.

Zhang Jizu ran desperately to the gate of Zhang's house, but was stunned by everything in front of him, Ali ran up breathlessly with the suitcase, and was also startled by the scene in front of him.

"Why, how so? Me, I've only been gone for a few days? Ali said in surprise, it turned out that there were white yarns hanging on both sides of the gate of the Zhang family's mansion, no need to ask if someone in the family had passed away, and the most likely was the old man Zhang, Zhang Jizu's face was pale, he stepped forward and pushed open the gate a few steps, and looked into the courtyard, it was still the house he was most familiar with, the bricks, tiles, grass and trees, the shadow walls, and the rockeries were all the same, but, but this taste, this atmosphere was so gloomy, and there was a black and white tent hanging outside the hall, and there was a big "lay" word in the middle. Zhang Jizu still didn't want to believe that what he saw was true, so he staggered and walked towards the house, and as soon as he stepped on the steps outside the hall, he saw the tablet engraved with his father's name in the middle of the mourning hall. The smell of incense wafted from the incense burner on the table, and the white wax on both sides "suddenly" burst into flames.

"Daddy!" Zhang Jizu screamed, knelt down in front of the incense case, and then cried silently.

"Sir!" Ali also burst into tears, kneeling in the open space outside the hall and kowtowing his head to Old Man Zhang's spiritual seat.

Zhang Jizu cried and cried and suddenly raised his head, and asked to himself: "That's not right!" What about my father's body? Why is there only Daddy's spiritual seat here, where is the coffin? Saying that, Zhang Jizu stood up with the incense case in front of him and looked around.

"That's right, why didn't anyone in the family see it?" Ah Li also seemed to notice that something was wrong, and stood up and said to Zhang Jizu.

"Oops! My young master, why did you come back? Suddenly a crying voice came out from behind Zhang Jizu, Zhang Jizu hurriedly turned around, and saw a thin middle-aged man turning out from behind the mourning hall, it turned out to be the housekeeper Ding Shan, it seems that Ding Shan came from the back house, Ding Shan's eyes were red, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes, he stepped forward and grabbed Zhang Jizu's hand, and said while crying: "Young master, it's all because I didn't take good care of the master, I can't help you!" As he spoke, he was going to kneel down for Zhang Jizu.

Zhang Jizu hurriedly stopped and said, "Housekeeper, my father is sick, where can I blame you, get up quickly." ”

So Ding Shan stood up and wiped his tears, and asked, "Young Master, how did you know about the master's illness?" ”

"Isn't it Ali, you're talking nonsense again!" Ding Shan looked at Ali in the courtyard again and asked sharply.

"No, no, no, Ali didn't say anything, but the young master asked, I, I just said a few words." Ali seemed to be afraid of Ding Shan, and hurriedly explained.

"Steward Ding, don't blame Ali, the family is in a hurry to urge me back, I have to ask, right? There's nothing wrong with that. Zhang Jizu said for Ali.

"Yes, yes, young master, I've also been distraught these days because of my master's going like this. Hey, the old man's illness came suddenly, and his old man left even more suddenly! As he spoke, Ding Shan gently wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, as if he was crying again.

"If you have a strange disease, why don't you ask a Western doctor to see it?" Zhang Jizu asked.

"Master's temper, don't you know, young master, the master only believes in traditional Chinese medicine, and he doesn't believe in those things of foreigners, where do we do it now!" Ding Shan said with a face full of grievances.

"Where's my father? I want to see someone else's house one last time. Zhang Jizu asked, he actually didn't like Ding Shan too much, because in Zhang Jizu's eyes, Ding Shan was too slippery, he always spoke halfway, and his eyes were often wandering, but this person was still attentive to his father.

"Young, young master, the master died suddenly three days ago, but for some reason, I didn't wait for you, young master, to go back, and I was buried when I came back." Ding Shan replied hesitantly.

"What? My father is such a son as me, you are so bold, you dare to make decisions about such a big thing! As soon as Zhang Jizu heard Ding Shan's words, he angrily rushed to Ding Shan and grabbed him by the collar and yelled.

"It was the old man who asked Ding Shan to do this." There was an old voice that came to Zhang Jizu's ears, the voice came very suddenly, first scared Zhang Jizu for a moment, and then pushed Ding Shan aside, turned around to look, it turned out that at this time there was a person from the direction of the back hall, this person Zhang Jizu did not know, he was an old man, not tall, full of folds on his face, but there was no beard on his face, and he looked like he was seventy or eighty years old, the old man did not wear a hat, his hair was snow-white, and he wore a black robe with a dark red horse coat.

"Who are you? Why in my house? Zhang Jizu asked coldly to the uninvited guest in front of him.

The old man smiled, walked up and down in front of Zhang Jizu and looked up and down with lightning-bright eyes, and said, "What a joke, do you think this is still your Zhang family's house?" Hahaha......"