The two cousins came to Heshuai's bedroom, took a hot shower, and lay on the soft Simmons bed, reminiscing about their childhood. Liu Peng slowly fainted and fell asleep, and Shuai was still talking and laughing to himself, when he realized it, Liu Peng had already fallen asleep, shook his head helplessly and covered the quilt for Liu Peng, closed his eyes and was about to enjoy the dream.

"Boom!" A loud bang outside crossed the sky, and for a moment the huge manor was like daylight, thunder. After a while, silence returned to the surroundings, and Shuai turned over, I don't know if it was because of the thunder or the excitement of the game, now he didn't feel sleepy, he closed his eyes strongly, and he slowly fell asleep after a night without words.

At six o'clock in the morning, He Shuai opened his eyes on time, and his habits for many years made the biological clock naturally set, and even if he felt sleepy, he would get up and dress softly. Looking at his cousin, who was still asleep, he smiled, walked out of the bedroom and gently closed the door.

The servants of the He family had already started a new day's work, and He Shuai went downstairs to ask the maid who was cleaning: "Mother Zhang, did it rain last night?" ”

Zhang's mother stopped what she was doing and said with a blank face: "No! ”

"Really?" I heard a muffled sound last night, how could it not be? He Shuai thought to himself and said with a smile: "It's okay, you continue to be busy!" I went out for a morning run. After saying that, I walked through the hall, and I always felt that something was missing in my heart, but I couldn't say what was missing for a while.

Running slowly along the familiar meadow, one lap, two laps, and the third lap, it was time to come after all, only to hear the sound of the ambulance's horn from far and near, and Shuai slowed down and watched, an ambulance sped along the only road leading to the villa.

"That's not right!" He Shuai shouted, and realized that something must have happened. Hurriedly turned around and followed the ambulance and rushed towards the villa, but unfortunately his feet were not up to four wheels after all, and when he stood in front of the villa gate as fast as he could, the doctor in the car entered the villa one step earlier.

He Shuai didn't dare to delay and pushed open the door and walked in, but the scene in front of him surprised him, several older maids gathered in the hall and cried quietly, and the male housekeepers of the family ran in and out to carry all kinds of medical equipment......

He Shuai noticed that something was wrong when he went out for a morning run before, on weekdays, Steward Wang would always be in the hall early in the morning, and he would be the first to greet him when he walked downstairs, and today he ......

Thinking of this, he couldn't suppress his mood anymore, and rushed to Steward Wang's room, praying silently in his heart: Uncle Wang, Uncle Wang hold on!

"Young Master, it's here! Everyone get out of the way. I don't know who shouted, and the people in the room took the initiative to get out of the way of a small lane so that he could pass.

"Young Master, you have to get ready!" "Young master, let's go and see Steward Wang for the last time!" "Young master, the ...... of mourning" the people in the room comforted, but the voice was like a natural sound that did not enter He Shuai's ears at all, I saw him slowly walking to Steward Wang's bed, still looking incredulous, how could Uncle Wang have always been healthy......

Steward Wang was lying peacefully on the bed, his body was already very weak, his face was still wearing an oxygen mask, and the doctors and nurses beside the bed were manipulating all kinds of instruments.

"Uncle Wang, it's the young master who is here, open your eyes and take a look." A maid whimpered.

The housekeeper Lao Wang slowly opened his eyes, as if he had exhausted a lot of strength, his eyes were still so kind and kind, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

The doctor pulled out his oxygen mask and said to He Shuai: "The patient's condition is not optimistic now, let him speak as little as possible." ”

He Shuai nodded, his legs were weak, he half-knelt on the side of the bed and held Steward Wang's right hand, and shouted in a low voice: "Uncle Wang, Uncle Wang, you will be fine, you will definitely be fine." Tears and sweat fell down his face and dripped onto the white sheets.

"Less...... Master. Steward Wang shouted weakly, although he was suffering from great pain in his body, he still tried to keep smiling and said, "Young Master, I am really happy to see you again before leaving." ”

"I don't, I don't! Uncle Wang, I don't allow you to say such unlucky things, you will get better, you will definitely get better! I will ask the best doctor to save your ......" He Shuai clasped the right hand of Steward Wang with both hands and cried to the doctor next to him, "Doctor, doctor, you should think of a way, save Uncle Wang, I beg you." ”

"Good, good boy, good. Listen to me, I've reached the limit, I can feel it...... Before leaving, I couldn't rest assured that you and Nan Nan (Wang Nan). Steward Wang's voice became smaller and smaller, and he seemed to have aged ten years all of a sudden.

"Uncle Wang, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of Sister Nan Nan! When you get better, I will take you to Singapore with Sister Nan Nan to travel to Singapore and celebrate her high school Yanhuang University! Uncle Wang, you must get better! He Shuai cried.

When Steward Wang heard He Shuai say this, he nodded with satisfaction, and used the last trace of strength to raise his left hand and gently put it on He Shuai's hands, and said with a smile: "Okay, good boy, I will hand it over to ...... "......Before you could say the word, your left hand, which had no strength to support it, landed heavily on the sheet, and slowly closed your eyes, and the heart pressure machine on the table stopped working, slowly extending forward in a horizontal straight line......

"No!" He Shuai woke up from his nightmare and looked at the cold walls and the pillow that was already wet with crying.

"Is it a dream?" He Shuai touched his dizzy head and shouted: "Liu Peng, Liu Peng!" No one answered, and Liu Peng had long since disappeared.

He Shuai supported himself to stand up reluctantly, opened the door, the outside light reflected the villa as day, and walked down the stairs, all the domestic servants gathered in the hall, carrying the word filial piety in white on a black background on his right shoulder, Liu Peng sat on the sofa and looked like he was still crying in a low voice.

"Young Master." Someone saw He Shuai coming down and shouted in a low voice, and it was not difficult to hear a trace of sadness mixed in his voice. Steward Wang has worked in Hejia for nearly 40 years, and has always treated people like guests, and has high prestige among Hejia and servants.

He Shuai nodded lightly, and everyone stopped talking and looked this way. Now he is the only male master in the family, and his words play a decisive role, I saw him open his mouth and say slowly: "Uncle Wang has contributed most of his life to me and the family, and he is the hero of the family and the benefactor of our family!" My father has long regarded him as a sibling, Uncle Wang's funeral must be grand, and I saw him off as a filial son before Nan Nan came. ”