Mrs. Lu stood at the door of the Lu Mansion and looked out.

"It's all at this point, why hasn't the master come back yet?" Mrs. Lu kept rubbing her two hands: "Yurong, why do I keep my right eyelid jumping, will something happen?" ”

"Madam, it's okay, maybe you haven't slept in the past two days." Yurong shook Mrs. Lu's hand.

"No, I always feel panicked, and I can't get down."

Suddenly, Uncle Yao came in crying and crying: "Mrs., Mrs., something is wrong." ”

"What's wrong?" Mrs. Lu's voice trembled.

"Master, my lord is dead." Uncle Yao stomped his feet as he spoke.

"Huh? You repeat? ”

"Master, the master was killed by the Japanese." Uncle Yao knelt in front of Mrs. Lu and cried.

Mrs. Lu was stunned, and suddenly fell straight to the back. Yu Rong and Uncle Yao hurriedly supported her.

"Madam, wake up, wake up." Yurong shouted.

"Yurong, pinch people, pinch people." Uncle Yao said to Yu Rong on the side.

Yu Rong pinched Mrs. Lu's middle point with her thumb, and Mrs. Lu exhaled and woke up: "Master, where is the master?" ”

"Young Master Yu Ting will immediately carry the body of the old man over."

As he was talking, Yu Ting ran over crying, and the family behind carried the door panel and sent Lu Yixiang into the Lu Mansion.

"Master...... Sir, what's wrong with you? Mrs. Lu looked at her husband's pale face, stroked the blood stain on the chest of the cyan robe, and fainted from crying.

"Get my wife inside." Uncle Yao hurriedly ordered Yu Rong.

Yurong cried and went to support Mrs. Lu. Uncle Yao instructed the ladies to place the door panels on several benches in the living room.

There was a mourning from the Lu Mansion up and down.

"Young Master Yuting, what the hell is going on, how could the master be killed?" Yu Rong wiped her tears and asked Yu Ting.

Yu Ting told Mrs. Lu what had happened at the Oi Kwan Hotel.

"I should have guessed that the old man has been holding my hand for the past few days and talking to me about the past, and what he said to me and you before he left was actually saying goodbye to us, but why am I so stupid, I didn't understand it at the time."

"Before leaving, the master asked me to take good care of the tiger boy." The fat aunt remembered Master Lu's concern for their mother and son before leaving, and she was sad, hugging the tiger cub, and the mother and son hugged each other and cried.

"Master, let me get married soon." Ah Cheng thought of what the old man said to him before parting, and wiped his tears with his sleeve sadly.

"I've been serving my lord for almost fifty years, and my lord died too miserably and unjustly." Uncle Yao was in tears.

"Master, he, sooner or later, he will have to sacrifice his life for righteousness, he will not do anything sorry for his ancestors, sorry for his conscience, sorry for Li Min Sheji, since Yamada made him the president of the maintenance association, the master has a heart of death, I understand him, but I can't stop him."

"Auntie, Uncle is gone, you must take care." With tears in his eyes, Yu Ting took Mrs. Lu's hand.

"Yuting, you are a good boy, Lin'er and Shuxian are not at home, and you have to rely on you to help take care of your uncle's funeral."

"Auntie, don't worry, I will definitely handle the uncle's funeral, so that the uncle can leave with peace of mind."

Mrs. Lu walked up to Lu Yixiang's body, brushed the dust off his face with her sleeve, and stroked his hair with her hands.

"Master, Yu Ting has always been steady and careful, let him take care of your funeral, you can go with peace of mind."

"Yurong, you help your wife back to the room." Uncle Yao looked at the sluggish Mrs. Lu and whispered to Yu Rong.

"Madam, I'll help you back to your room." Yurong stood beside Mrs. Lu and wanted to help her.

"No, I'm going to accompany the master, let me stay with the master for a while, Yurong, you go and take Ming'er out and let him meet grandpa too."

"Hmm." Yurong wiped the tears from her face and walked towards the room.

Yurong hugged Ming'er out, and when Ming'er saw Lu Yixiang lying on the door panel, she hurriedly ran over and shook his body.

"Grandpa, grandpa, wake up, grandpa, can you get up and play with Ming'er?"

When the people around them saw this, they all hid their faces and wept.

Seeing that her grandfather didn't react, Ming'er hurriedly ran to her grandmother's side.

"Grandma, grandma, grandpa ignores me, grandpa is asleep, and he can't wake up."

Mrs. Lu hugged Ming'er and cried loudly, and everyone else was also sad, crying and grabbing the ground.

"Young Master Yuting, I think it's better to bury the master first." Uncle Yao wiped away his tears and looked at Yu Ting.

"Okay, Uncle Yao, you can handle it." Yu Ting nodded tearfully.

"Ah Cheng, follow me to get the golden silk nanmu coffin."

After a while, Uncle Yao and Ah Cheng carried a pair of golden silk nanmu coffins into the living room, and together with several family members, they moved Lu Yixiang's body from the door panel into the coffin. Then, Uncle Yao, Ah Cheng and the family members on Yuting's Mansion began to decorate the mourning hall.

Qiu Lian, who rushed to hear the news, looked at Lu Yixiang's body and cried silently: "Big brother, big brother, why did you suffer this catastrophe?" Sister-in-law! ”

The two of them hugged and cried again.

Just as the Lu Mansion was arranging the mourning hall, there was a commotion at the entrance of the Lu Mansion, and some industrial and commercial representatives of Guangzhou City, Lu Yixiang's former colleagues and friends, neighbors, factory workers, refugee representatives, and some ordinary citizens came to mourn one after another.

An elder who looked like a squire came to Lu Yuting.

"Virtuous nephew, Mr. Lu was the business leader of our Guangzhou City during his lifetime, and he was recognized by everyone as a good man of Lu Da, not to mention that Mr. Lu was upright and died vigorously, his future affairs must not be hastily settled, some of our squires and brothers of the Chamber of Commerce have just discussed, and we decided to pay tribute to Mr. Lu. Funded by business tycoons, prestigious celebrities presided over the funeral, and social elites made eulogies, we want to make Mr. Lu's funeral beautiful. ”

"Thank you Zhuang seniors for your thoughtfulness, please accept the worship of the juniors." Lu Yuting hurriedly knelt down on his knees and kowtowed to Mr. Zhuang Xiqing.

"Nephew, please." Mr. Zhuang turned around and waved his hand to the people behind him: "Come on, quickly hang up the couplets and banners." ”

A group of people came out from behind the crowd and hung a large banner and two couplets one foot apart on the beams and columns outside the living room.

On the banner are four strong big characters in black on a white background: "Mighty and eternal". And the elegiac couplet reads:

The reputation is full of business, helping the poor and showing the iron chivalry; Leave your name in the world, take righteousness and become benevolent to show your blood and heart.

Mr. Zhuang took the lead in kneeling and bowing to the deceased, and the dignitaries and nobles who came to pay their respects behind him also followed closely and saluted one after another.

Mrs. Lu, Yu Ting, Yu Rong, Ming'er, Uncle Yao, Ah Cheng, Fat Sister-in-law, Tiger Boy and others all wore linen and filial piety, and kowtowed to the guests to thank them.

The next day, newspapers of all sizes in Guangzhou reported on Lu Yixiang's deeds of defying power and sacrificing his life for righteousness. For a while, the whole of Guangzhou was boiling, and they were all applauding Lu Yixiang's iron bones, and newspapers and magazines were tracking and reporting one after another. The people's feelings are indignant, and the people's grievances are boiling.

Watanabe and Yamada did not expect that Lu Yixiang's death would cause such a big repercussion, and originally wanted to suppress the people who came to pay their respects, but they were forced to give up because of the great voice of the grieving and angry people.

Mrs. Lu was exhausted from grief and could not afford to fall ill. The grain of rice has not been eaten for a few days, and within a few days, it is already haggard, and it is described as withered.

At night, Mrs. Lu suddenly felt a little energetic, and Yurong hurriedly helped her up.

"Ma'am, would you like to eat something? I'll give you a small bowl of porridge, okay? ”

"Okay, Yurong, bring me a small bowl."

When Yurong heard this, she couldn't help but be overjoyed: "Hey, I'll go now." ”

Yurong fed Mrs. Lu a small bowl of porridge one by one.

"Yurong." Mrs. Lu stood up and took Yu Rong's hand: "Yu Rong, I don't have much time, there is something I want to ask you, and only you can do it." ”

"Madam, if you have any matter, despite your orders, Yurong will never refuse."

"Yurong, you go to the mourning hall and call Yu Ting."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

In the mourning hall, Yu Ting wore a heavy filial piety, looked at the portrait of his uncle, and threw a handful of paper money into the brazier.

Yu Rong called Yu Ting, who was guarding the spirit in the mourning hall, to Mrs. Lu's bed.

"Auntie, are you looking for me?"

"Yu Ting."

Mrs. Lu screamed, and suddenly coughed, and Yu Ting hurriedly patted her aunt on the back.

"Yu Ting." Mrs. Lu took Yu Ting's hand, took Yu Rong's hand again, and put the two hands together: "Yu Rong, you are already twenty-five or sixteen, it's time to get married, Yu Ting will be a good husband, a good father, you follow him, you won't suffer, I will rest assured, Ming'er, I will ask the two." ”

After Mrs. Lu finished speaking, she used all her strength to get up from the bed, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed to Yu Ting and Yu Rong.

Seeing this, Yu Ting and Yu Rong were taken aback, and hurriedly knelt down: "Mrs., madam, get up quickly, hurry up, aren't you going to torture Yu Rong?" ”

"Auntie, hurry up, you are an elder, you shouldn't salute our juniors."

"Yuting, Yurong, Lin'er and Shuxian are on the run, and their lives and deaths are unknown. Ming'er is the most I can't let go, he is Lin'er's only bloodline, you must raise him to adulthood. ”

"Auntie, I promise you, you get up quickly. Naru'er is my own flesh and blood, and I will definitely do my best to raise him as an adult. Yu Ting helped his aunt to the bed.

"Madam, I promise you, I will definitely take care of the little master." Yurong knelt on the ground, bursting into tears.

"Ming'er is no longer your little master, he is your son, and you are Ming'er's mother. You are also Xiao'er, Yin'er's mother. Yurong, do you understand what I mean? ”

"Well, I understand, I understand. I will definitely take care of them. Madam, don't worry. Yu Rong cried blood, understanding that Mrs. Lu had good intentions, and she did not forget to entrust her life to Yu Ting on her deathbed, and find a good home for Ming'er.

Mrs. Lu plucked a hosta from her bun and handed it to Yurong.

"Yurong, this hairpin has been with me for more than 30 years, it was given to me by Lin'er's grandmother, and I will give it to you now as your dowry."

"Ma'am." Yu Rong held the hosta in both hands and cried like a tearful person.

"Okay, so that I can look at it, I'm going to find the master under the spring, and I'm going to meet with Lin'er and his father. Yixiang, I'm coming, you wait for me. ”

Mrs. Lu muttered and muttered indistinctly, and it didn't take long for her to choke. Mrs. Lu had tears in her eyes, but a smile on the corner of her mouth, maybe she really saw the master beckoning to her, and she and him were never separated again.

Yu Lin and Shu Xian split up in Hong Kong to rescue these cultural celebrities.

One day, he saw a news item on the newsstand that "tens of thousands of Guangzhou citizens spontaneously went to the Lu Mansion to pay homage to Mr. Lu Yixiang, a business leader", he was immediately stunned, he took out a handful of money from his pocket, stuffed it into the newspaper seller, and returned to his apartment with a large pile of newspapers.

Lu Yulin flipped through the newspapers with photos of his father, and tears swept away.

"Daddy......" Lu Yuting screamed hoarsely and fainted to the ground.