Because there was no ticket for the flight that day, I bought a ticket for the next day and went back with him.

When I was on the way, I asked Zhao Zichu what his disease was, and Zhao Zichu said, liver cancer, advanced stage.

I sighed and didn't speak again.

After getting off the plane, we went directly to the hospital where the old man was staying.

After entering the ward, Zhao Zichu walked straight in, and the nurse aunt who was accompanying the bed on the side immediately stood up and said to him, "Zhao'er, you are back." ”

Zhao Zichu nodded at her and said, "Auntie, I'm bothering you during this time, I'll add money to you when I settle the bill at the end of the month." ”

The aunt said no.

Saying that, she glanced at the haggard old ghost Hong on the hospital bed, and said to Zhao Zichu: "There is only one breath left, if it weren't for waiting for you, I guess I wouldn't be able to hold it a long time ago." ”

Zhao Zichu nodded and thanked her.

Saying that, Zhao Zichu sat down next to Old Ghost Hong and gently held Old Ghost Hong's shriveled hand.

At this time, Old Ghost Hong was much thinner than the last time I saw him, as if he had been sucked dry by something, only a layer of skin was left on his body, and his two eyes were deeply immersed in the eye sockets, and his face was sallow, which made people feel a little distressed.

When Zhao Zichu held his hand, he felt it, opened his eyes and took a look, Zhao Zichu grinned at him and said with a smile: "I'm back." ”

Old Ghost Hong's eyes were obviously a little moved, he nodded lightly, and then said hoarsely in a slow voice with great difficulty: "Zichu, I've stayed here enough, let's go home." ”

Zhao Zichu swallowed his saliva, nodded, and said, "Okay." ”

In the afternoon, we took Mr. Hong back to his little grocery store and to his familiar little mud house.

Old Ghost Hong stretched out his shriveled hand, pointed outside, and said vaguely: "On the top floor of the shelf, I have a new steel gun that I polish for you, see if you can take advantage of it?" ”

Zhao Zichu nodded, got up and walked out.

I walked up to Old Ghost Hong, gently held his hand, and called out to Uncle Hong softly.

He glanced at me, smiled at me, and said, "Xiaoyu, I can't get up to make you tea." ”

My heart was sullen, my nose was sour, I smiled at him, and said, "Uncle, I'm useless, I haven't completed the task you gave me, and I haven't been able to find Lin Huai'an's son." ”

He sighed, then waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's all fate." ”

As we spoke, Zhao Zichu came back, holding a silver glittering steel gun with a slender and straight body, similar to the structure of his old gun.

Zhao Zichu weighed it in his hand and said, "It's sinking." ”

As he spoke, he twisted the body of the gun, and a gun was immediately divided into two, and he flipped his wrist, looked at the tip of the gun, and said, "It's good." ”

Old Ghost Hong smiled and pointed to the tail of one of the spears, which was in the middle, and motioned for him to look there.

Zhao Zichu looked inside, seemed to see something, his wrist flicked, a pat, a long dagger flew out, he grabbed it, raised his eyes to see, the blade was bright and straight, and the blade was sharp.

Zhao Zichu touched his hand, and with a slight flick, the blade of the knife buzzed.

He whispered, "Good knife." ”

A smile appeared on the corner of Old Ghost Hong's mouth, looked at Zhao Zichu, and said softly: "You have a good heart, and it is easy to suffer, I specially hid a secret compartment in your gun, which can be used to save your life when necessary." ”

Zhao Zichu nodded, tears flashing in his eyes.

Old Ghost Hong looked very, very tired, closed his eyes gently, and whispered: "Zichu, make me another pot of tea to drink, dry mouth." ”

Zhao Zichu nodded, got up and went outside to boil water, then made a pot of tea and brought it in, shook the cup, poured a cup for Hong Lao Ghost and handed it over, wanting to feed him to drink, but Hong Lao Ghost insisted on taking it himself, he took it with some difficulty, and drank all the tea in the cup.

After drinking, Zhao Zichu poured him another glass, he waved his hand, closed his eyes, and said softly: "Zichu, Wang Yu is a good boy, you are right to follow him, the road will be difficult in the future, you can only accompany you here, ......"

After saying this, Old Ghost Hong was silent, his eyes closed, and his expression was peaceful, as if he was asleep.

Zhao Zichu walked over, his hand trembled slightly and reached under his nose, and then slowly clenched into a fist, his eyes suddenly filled with tears.

I have known Zhao Zichu for so long, I have never seen him cry, I thought he was the kind of person who would never cry, because his face was always a faint indifference, as if there was nothing in this world that could move him anymore.

I didn't expect him to have such deep feelings for Old Ghost Hong, and I couldn't see it at all when I came here two times before.

Zhao Zichu and I gave a funeral to the old ghost Hong, the old ghost Hong has no heirs and no relatives, fortunately, the relationship with the neighbors is good, fortunately they helped bury the old ghost Hong.

According to the wish of the old ghost Hong before his death, we buried him at the foot of the mountain in the suburbs, a small grave, half a meter high, and buried the life of an old man.

After the burial, Zhao Zichu did not leave, let the neighbors go back first, he sat at the grave with the two of us, unexpectedly asked me for a cigarette, and said: "In the past, when the old ghost Hong was alive, he didn't let me smoke, and forced me to quit, and now, no one cares about me anymore." ”

His lighter's hand shook slightly.

I sat next to him and whispered to him to mourn.

Zhao Zichu's eyes were filled with tears, saying that he had lived with Old Ghost Hong for eight years, and he had become accustomed to it, and he had never lived with anyone for such a long time before this time.

I asked him how he met Hong Lao Ghost, and Zhao Zichu said that he killed a very powerful person that year, and was chased around by people in retaliation, and finally ran here, and it was Hong Lao Ghost who took him in.

I wanted to ask him what the old ghost Hong was doing, it was definitely not easy for an old man who could have crossed paths with Lin Huai'an, but after thinking about it, let him go over the past, after all, the old man is gone.

That day, I sat at the grave with Zhao Zichu for a long time, and talked a lot, from the ruin of Zhao Zichu's family, to the end of the world, and then to return here.

He didn't dare to say that the waves were magnificent in his life, but he could be regarded as having experienced strong winds and waves.

Let's go back to help Hong Lao Ghost pack up his things, Zhao Zichu said that he remembered a matter and wanted to help Hong Lao Ghost get something back, I said I would go with him, he said no need, he just went by himself, said I didn't have to visit Old Man Yan, just let me go, and when I came back, his affairs would be dealt with.

I took my things to Mr. Yan and brought him a painting of Tang Bohu that he had obtained by the military advisor.

I haven't seen him for so long, the old man's body is still strong, and he was happy to see the painting, he finished admiring the painting and asked me: "Xiaoyu, did the old man Jin help you?" ”

I smiled and nodded, and said, help, thank you for your help.

Old man Yan smiled and waved his hand, saying, "It's okay, that's to say." ”

Saying that, he left me there to have a meal together, saying that he called Yan Lingqin too, as soon as I heard Yan Lingqin, I was instantly frightened and trembled, remembering that the last time she designed Peng Lang to kill me, I shuddered, and quickly said goodbye, saying that I still have urgent matters, go first, and come to visit him again when I have time in the future.

I didn't wait for him to answer, I turned around and left.

"Hey, Xiaoyu, I still have something to ask you......"

The old man's voice came from behind, and I ignored it, and ran out of the sanatorium as if I was running away.

After I went back, Zhao Zichu had just come back not long ago, and I was shocked when I saw blood on his clothes, and quickly asked him what was wrong, why he was still injured.

Zhao Zichu shook his head and said, it's not mine.

I suddenly became nervous and asked him, "Brother Zhao, are you killing someone?" Then we'll have to run. ”

Zhao Zichu shook his head and said, "No, it's just that it hurts people, they won't call the police." ”

However, we booked the next day's ticket, and when Zhao Zichu left, he locked the door of the small grocery store and stood at the door for a while before turning around and walking with me.

After taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped, and the key in his hand was slammed and thrown onto the roof.

I asked him puzzled, Brother Zhao, what is this for?

Zhao Zichu said with a changed face: "I may never come back in the future." ”