On a solemn winter night, the darkness outside the window was thick. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Duan Qi on the hospital bed was already thin, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was skinny.

Xu Guofan said that when he was discharged from the hospital in the spring, the doctor asked him to prescribe meat to strengthen nutrition, but he insisted on refusing, bluntly saying that people can die, and meat cannot be prescribed. After leaving Beiping, he has been fasting and chanting Buddha, not to mention piety, but also a kind of faith.

Because he vomited blood several times in a row, he didn't have much strength, and when he saw Qu Shizheng and Zhixian coming in, he just nodded slightly.

"I've already written a suicide note, and you can take it out tomorrow. I'll leave the outside affairs to Yanzhi, and I'm relieved. ”

His voice was very weak, Zhixian endured the tears in his heart, smiled and shook his head: "Grandpa, what did you say..."

"Okay, my own body, I know that the end is coming, and this life is enough. There is just one sentence, I have to tell Yanzhi, Japan will not die if I offend my Chinese heart, and my grandfather only needs a word from you, no matter when, you must be worthy of the military uniform on your body. ”

A gentle smile suddenly appeared on his face, exuding a kind light, and said, "Let's not talk about state affairs, let's talk about family affairs." ”

"Grandpa, I have been away from Shanghai for three years, and I have not been able to fulfill my filial piety by your side," Qu Shizheng squatted down, his eyes were full of guilt, and in an instant, they were full of determination: "Everything in the Qu family has been dealt with, grandmother, I will take care of them." ”

If you don't see the hand on his lap trembling slightly, I think that he is calm and rational.

"Don't mention it," Duan Qi sighed, and looked at Zhixian with a smile: "I don't have the chance to see my little great-grandson, I have to let him go to my grave in the future and recognize this grandfather." ”

When I saw the statement in the newspaper, although it was in the name of Duan Qi, it was Qu Shizheng who really made the idea, otherwise, why did he have been in the Duan family for more than 20 years, and he has always been a member of the Qu family?

Although Qu Shizheng's reputation and status are in it, Duan Qi has no shade and protection without mustard, which still allows Zhixian to see his image of an elder who protects his children and grandchildren behind him in the great wind and rain.

They would not have considered it at all, and when such a statement came out, the Japanese secret services would vainly try to ask him to go out of the mountains again, and Nanjing would not suspect that he had other motives in returning to Shanghai to recuperate, but as long as he could firmly protect him with his own wings, he would not hesitate to spread his wings.

The sourness welled up in her heart, Zhixian's eyes darkened, and after a while, there was a bright smile, she grabbed Qu Shizheng, who was about to speak, and raised her head to meet his slightly puzzled eyes.

She took his hand and slowly stroked her abdomen, unable to suppress a little trembling, Qu Shizheng held her hand with her backhand, and covered her warm palm on her somewhat cold hand.

Duan Qi's eyes suddenly lit up, and his comfortable smile was like a star in the dark night, breaking through the previous dead silence and dying, and said, "Okay! ”

"Kashi, Miya. The little great-grandson will take Jia as the word, grandpa is tired, I can't wait for him......"

There was still a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, his face was calm as usual, but his eyes were already closed. With such a quiet and peaceful expression, it was as if he was really just sleeping, and he would open his eyes as soon as the morning dawned, still full of clarity, sitting in the pavilion playing chess with a fairy wind.

Zhixian's tears finally fell uncontrollably, and the feeling of watching her relatives pass away like this is really indescribable, she only feels very uncomfortable in her heart, very uncomfortable.

It was as if everything had been emptied, but she could still feel the pain clearly.

Qu Shizheng let his wife bury her head in his arms, didn't say anything, just hugged her silently.

Ze Zhiguang is called Yan, grandfather, your entrustment, Yanzhi will always remember.

In November in Shanghai, the snow fell early.

In the early morning of Duan Qi's death, the sky was dawning, and the people of this big city in the Far East woke up in surprise to find that there was a white world outside the window.

Accompanied by the fluttering snowflakes falling into the streets and alleys, is the news of the death of Duan Qi, the speaker of the National Disaster Council.

The newspaper published a blazing photo of him before his death, and the black and white lead characters concisely and powerfully recalled his life, and when he was dying, he still cared about state affairs, left a handwritten will, and put forward the "eight don'ts" to the government as the way to rejuvenate the country.

There are even more people who talk about the edge and are as healthy as the public, and they write to comment on their lives, although the shortcomings are unavoidable, but they are brave and responsible for the country, and the whole country is afraid that no one can compare. As soon as Ren Gong's article came out, the Duan family stood up and bluntly said that the evil heart of the Japanese has never been extinguished one day.

His grandson, General Qu Shizheng, personally organized the funeral, and the Nanjing government ordered a state funeral for him. Military and political dignitaries of the authorities came to Shanghai one after another to offer condolences and flags were half-mast to mourn.

The mourning behind him can be seen.

Duan Qi specially asked him before he died that he wanted to be buried in Beiping, so the condolence ceremony was only held in Shanghai, and his body was personally escorted to Beiping by Qu Shizheng.

Zhixian was naturally with him, his heart was heavily pressed, and his eyes were red and swollen for some time, and he slowly untied the knot.

She knew that the Duan family had vaguely asked Qu Shizheng why the two of them still didn't want children, and she just heard him reply that she was newly married Yan'er, and Zhixian was still young and couldn't bear her to suffer.

She's twenty-five years old, so what's the point of being young?

After staying in Maocheng for three years, she took medicine for two years, and the kind-hearted old Chinese medicine doctor only said that he was recuperating his body, and he was not stupid, how could he not know that there must be a reason for this.

It's just that Yan Zhi didn't say it, and she didn't ask.

Later, it was Lin Yiguo who accidentally revealed his mouth and mentioned the name Sheng Zi, which reminded her of Lin Erbo's saying that this person was an idle person.

But such a name, no matter how famous it is in Maocheng, it seems a little incredible to say it from Lin Yiguo's mouth, Zhixian noticed the clues, and followed the little clues, and slowly realized the truth.

Sheng Ziyang and his second aunt Sheng and his second sister begged an envoy to deliver food to the mansion, and worked around the kitchen every day to help and drug her food snacks, which did not cause great harm to the body, but it was difficult to give birth.

Zhixian didn't understand why Sheng Zi did this, but now that she knew, Qu Shizheng no longer hid it from her, and only said that Zhilan sent Sheng Zi to do this.

"Me, can we still have children?"

Zhixian has always remembered very clearly that the tears after knowing the truth seemed to be unable to stop, and they kept falling, just like the rain dripping down the eaves on a rainy day.

She couldn't give him a child in her previous life, can't she be a mother in this life?

Her helpless expression was like a sharp knife, stabbing Qu Shizheng's heart hard, making him feel a pain in his heart.

"Of course there is, little fool, what are you crying for?"

His relaxed and determined tone made her heart relax, and her quiet heart at that time finally became fragile and slender as the time passed away day by day. (To be continued.) )