Chapter 551: Don't look down

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Cheng Xiaoyu is twenty-eight years old this year, and he is already a grandfather in Chengjia Village, and the grandsons of the eldest brother's uncle have run all over the ground, and many nephews and nephews are similar to his age. There is no specific impression.

Today, in front of the old man's sickbed, one by one came to visit the old man, the two sides saw each other's last posture, the old man was strong all his life, and the great-grandson had never seen it, and almost all of the grandchildren had seen the old man go up and down the mountain.

Emotionally fragile, tears, that is, tears of sad farewell, but also tears with a little resentment, they can't completely let go, especially when they see Cheng Xiaoyu's status and power today, there is a kind of loss and resentment that is difficult to hide, in exchange for weekdays, it will not be so uncomfortable, but people die greatly, the old man has reached this point, and everything in the past is already worth mentioning.

The family is over, the roaring engine sound has brought a new batch of heavyweight guests, the old man Suo with a group of old station friends who are still built, from the moment he got the news, the only use of his position in his life to scheming, used a small transport plane, sent them to Fengtian Airport, and then ran all the way, a few hours later, rushed to Xinglong Village, the trembling body and trembling hands, endured the tenacity of the old tears, and saw the moment when the old man Cheng was lying weakly on the kang, All the emotions erupted, and the old man Suo stepped forward, held the hand of the old station friend and the big brother tightly, and did not let go for a long time, except for Pei Pei, all the young people in the room retreated.

Cheng Xiaoyu first nodded to Pei Yuejin and the friends who came, and then instructed the people around him and their relatives to start preparing, the pride of the old man will not allow him to linger on the sick, even if he has no strength to give himself the way to die proudly, he must let his grandson fulfill his wish for himself.

"Daewoo, I can't leave it untreated."

"Yes, Daewoo, send your grandfather to the city, if you can't send it to the capital, you will definitely be able to heal."

"Daewoo, it's unfilial piety to be incurred."

Talking nonsense, the drawback of tradition lies in this, a considerable number of people put formalism on top of pragmatism, and use vulgar words that are not filial piety and death to be seen by the living, at this time, one by one they put out the posture of filial piety and virtuous grandchildren, and criticized Cheng Xiaoyu, who suffered the most from the old man, but did not treat the old man's illness, one by one indignantly yelled, so many relatives and friends outside the township, they couldn't let themselves be laughed at, even Cheng Laoshi and Wang Xiumei were looking at their sons with hope, I hope that my son will not act so arbitrarily, the old man's illness can be treated, and the family also has the conditions to treat it.

"Daewoo, look ......" Cheng Laoshi leaned over and asked in a low voice.

Cheng Xiaoyu took a deep breath, closed his eyes and thought for a few seconds, then said lightly: "What Grandpa wants, I will achieve for him." ”

"You ......" there is a grumpy person who wants to continue, but he is pulled by his wife next to him, digging him hard to prevent him from speaking, the whole village is supported by the favor of others, and a large part of the annual income of every household comes from others, regardless of whether the old man is eccentric or not, now at this time, no one can not listen, and no one has the right not to listen.

There was a hoarse and somewhat out-of-tune military song in the house, although the confidence of the old men was insufficient, and the singing was not loud enough, but the domineering spirit of fighting on the battlefield in the song was still there, perhaps this was the best way to comfort them, because some words, some things, and some future had long been placed in front of them, and they could not be changed by manpower.

How can the old man who is gluttonous and mackerel not have a vague understanding of his life, if it is not the invasion of a major disease, he will have a foreknowledge of the arrival of that day, and there are some passes, if you can't avoid it, you can't avoid it.

Cheng Xiaoyu took advantage of the short time to command, Pei Yuejin pulled him and said a few words, and then the secretaries Wu Hao and Hei Mu beside him began to talk about it, and Cheng Xiaoyu turned around and entered the house, in fact, he had already stopped it.

Looking at the grandfather who was getting weaker and weaker on the kang, his eyes were hazy, he knelt in front of the kang, grabbed the old man's right hand with both hands, buried his head in his arms and wrists, and let the men's tears that were about to drip come into contact with his grandfather's thin and wrinkled skin, he wanted to use mist energy, and wanted to use the repair ability to continue his grandfather's life.

The old man's body was not good, but he was not confused, and shook his arm as hard as he could, although on the surface it was only a slight shaking of his arm, he could only use this way to tell his grandson, I know everything, but my body began to summon me, even if the god jīng was alive, what was the use.

"Grandpa......" Cheng Xiaoyu shook his head, shed tears, and insisted.

The old man struggled a few times, his body tǐng, and the eyes on his face resurfaced, and everyone around knew that at this moment, it was a real return to the light, and they couldn't help but secretly cry sadly, Pei Pei even threw himself into his grandfather's arms, crying silently.

"He's much stronger than I am." Also bearing the mist energy of Cheng Xiaoyu to maintain his vitality, Old Man Pei saw Old Man Cheng at this moment, and his heart couldn't help but secretly praise, the iron warriors of the year are still there today.

"Silly child, birth, old age, sickness and death, grandpa, it's time to go." After saying this complete sentence, Old Man Cheng smiled slightly, looked at his grandson, looked at his granddaughter-in-law, looked at the old guys around him, closed his eyes with a calm smile, and quietly stopped breathing.

Old Man Pei and Old Man Suo took off their hats to say goodbye respectively, their faces were solemn, many years of military career, many years of southern and northern wars, they were used to seeing life and death, but today they found that the older people are, the more fragile they are, and it is difficult to maintain the tears.

Calm, serene, and his place, this is the old man Cheng, who insisted on it for a period of time, because of his grandson, he did not go to the end of the life he could not do anything to live independently according to the lifestyle that had been set up a long time ago, and he was content and satisfied.

In the next time, many relatives and friends from Fengtian, from the city, and from Meicheng gathered in the small Xinglong Village, and there were special people to take care of the old man's funeral, and the whole village was immersed in the invasion of Bai Sè, and there were rules in the countryside, such as the old man Cheng, every family should take the younger generation's gift to send a ride, all the trivial matters, Cheng Xiaoyu all jiāo to Kuroki and others to do, the younger generations of the Cheng family, only need to guard the coffin for the old man for three days.

For three whole days, Cheng Xiaoyu did not move in the temporary mourning hall, did not enter the rice, accompanied everyone when there were many people, and at night, especially in the second half of the night, he would take the initiative to keep vigil, the cold night wind mixed with the snow in the sky, the courtyard burned two bonfires, and there was also a brazier burning paper money in the mourning hall at all times, every second half of the night, Cheng Xiaoyu would kneel alone in the brazier money, while muttering and burning paper money.

The village road and the township road of Xinglong Village have not been empty for three days, dozens of cars are parked on the road in a staggered manner, from the east of the village to the west of the village, and even on the township road leading to Xinglong Village in Longhai Town, there is no shortage of people who guide Jiāo Tong from morning to night, the Cheng family has something, the North Prince has something, and more people take the initiative to help.

The hotel at the entrance of the village, the hotel in Longhai Town, the hotel in Longhai Town and the hotel on the edge of the two urban areas in Meicheng were all vacated, some of the guests who came to mourn took the initiative to stay, to the day of the real funeral, there was an unprecedented scene in the whole Meicheng, on the road to the crematorium, a car dragon almost spread from Xinglong Village all the way to the crematorium, all kinds of luxury cars gathered, in the words of the old man in the countryside, there was no scenery to come, to go in the scenery, If it weren't for the old man Cheng, he would have said that he would be cremated after death and then the ashes would be sprinkled between heaven and earth, and someone proposed to choose a feng shui treasure to build a magnificent mausoleum for the old man.

Pei Yuejin felt that Cheng Xiaoyu might have been used by someone with a heart this time, this kind of scene was indeed a bit too big, and after thinking about it, he didn't persuade in the end, maybe he had his own ideas, maybe he, completely immersed in sadness, didn't notice these at all, maybe he didn't care about these small actions at all?

Arguably, unprecedented.

In Meicheng, in Longhai, in Xinglong.

Someone on the side of the road took out a mobile phone to shoot, someone took out a dV shot, more than a dozen off-road vehicles are responsible for guiding the road, the domineering and the arrogance of this team, people can't help but raise a question: "Which one is deceased, there is such a big pomp, the scale of this team in the richest city in the south can occupy the first place, in the northeast small city, which god has such a great appeal, the three eastern provinces and even the northern provinces of the famous cars, luxury cars and celebrities are gathered into a white matter?"

Cheng Xiaoyu really doesn't know? He didn't know, but he didn't bother to pay attention to it, and before the old man left, he left a sentence in his ear, and at the moment when it was easiest to enter his heart, he left the last sentence that only a mature person could read.

"A lot of things, don't always look down."

seems to be a very simple sentence, Cheng Xiaoyu knelt in front of the spirit and felt it in a sad state for three days and three nights, and at this moment, he was doing it according to this sentence.

When your position is at that height, the initiator of such a small fight has nothing but to become a laughing stock, and a cadre at the department and bureau level may be ruined by the style of gossip and the style of the problem, and at the provincial and ministerial level, such a means can only be laughed at and generous, and there is no solid ironclad evidence such as a mountain or evidence of the crime of endangering the people of the country too deeply, will the country move a moment to make contributions to the country and the people? Is the reason just a chaser of inconsequential concern?