"Young master, Uncle Fu wants to send you a message, but the old man,"

Zuo Liuxuan pursed his lips and replied in a bad tone: "Isn't it?" He's sick! ”

Zuo Mingchong is a patient with an abnormal brain, who would act like him in a normal person?

Uncle Fu turned his head to look at Zuo Liuxuan violently, his face full of disbelief: "Young master, you, how do you know that the old man is sick?" ”

He remembered that Li Xun hadn't seen the master at that time, and he didn't know that the master was sick. But listening to the young master's tone, he knew that the old man was sick.

Although Zuo Liuxuan's original meaning was not literal, he was asked by Uncle Fu like this, but he woke up.

Zuo Mingchong seems to be really sick?

Suddenly having a bad premonition, Zuo Liuxuan only felt that his heartbeat was speeding up uncontrollably.

"Uncle Fu, what disease does he have?" Controlling his uneasiness, Zuo Liuxuan asked as slowly as he could.

Li Xiangqi also asked, "Is Uncle Zuo better now?" ”

Uncle Fu's voice sank: "Master, his illness is already very serious. ”

Li Xiangqi sighed, how could this be? He hurriedly looked at the boss, only to see that the boss's body trembled significantly, and his footsteps stopped.

"Young master, master, I'm afraid it's only been these two days, I'll see him later, talk to him well, okay? Uncle Fu, please. ”

Uncle Fu specially admonished Zuo Liuxuan, and his voice was obviously choked.

Zuo Liuxuan only felt that his brain was blank, and his steps were messed up, he nodded indiscriminately, and then hummed heavily.

The two unconsciously swapped roles, and now it was not him who supported Uncle Fu, but Uncle Fu who held him forward.

Seeing this, Li Xiangqi hurriedly freed up one hand to hold Zuo Liuxuan's other arm, and the two of them walked forward with Zuo Liuxuan.

Uncle Fu pointed to a courtyard on the side of the road not far in front of him and said, "The place where the master and I live is there." ”

Li looked up at him, and the courtyard stood quietly in the gradually surging night, with a faint yellow light shining through.

Zuo Liuxuan walked like a wooden man, and the chaotic brain regained the ability to think.

What did he just hear? Zuo Mingchong doesn't have two days to live?

In my impression, Zuo Mingchong, who is invincible, indifferent and ruthless, and whose heart is as hard as a stone, is already terminally ill, and his time is running out?

It turned out that Zuo Mingchong wanted to see him for the last time.

Why is this happening?

He followed him into the courtyard gate in a disorganized manner, and heard coughing one after another coming from the room with the lights on.

The sound was palpitating, not a loud cough, but it seemed to be exhausted, mixed with gasping and wheezing, and you could imagine how uncomfortable the coughing person was.

Zuo Liuxuan's heart suddenly twitched with pain, and his eyes blurred instantly.

Uncle Fu and Li continued to drag him into the house.

"Sir, are you awake? The young master has arrived. Still at the door, Uncle Fu couldn't help but shout.

"Xuan, Xuan'er, here." Zuo Mingchong, who had just stopped coughing, tried to prop up his body a little, but in vain.

Uncle Fu hurriedly rushed to the bed, put the quilt behind him, and picked him up a little more so that he could lean on the quilt.

With a slight movement like this, Zuo Mingchong's complexion changed, his chest rose and fell, and it was difficult to breathe.

Zuo Liuxuan stayed in place, his feet weighing like a thousand catties.

The Zuo Mingchong in front of him was withered and haggard, like a wick that was about to burn out in an oil lamp, and there was no life left.

In my impression, Zuo Ming was lofty and burly, and the person lying on the bed at the moment seemed to have shrunk in half out of thin air, as thin as firewood.

He never expected to meet such a father in such a way!

Zuo Mingchong on the bed raised his hand with great effort and beckoned, and at the same time pulled out a smile and called him: "Xuan'er, come, come here!" ”

Li Xiangqi first recovered from his surprise, and when he saw that Zuo Liuxuan was standing still, he poked him with his elbow and reminded him in a low voice: "Boss, Uncle Zuo called you over." ”

Zuo Liuxuan took stiff steps and slowly moved to Zuo Mingchong's bed.

Seeing that the old man had rare spirits, Uncle Fu hurriedly dragged a chair for Zuo Liuxuan and asked him to sit down.

"Young master, you talk to the master well, the master knows that you are coming, but he looks forward to it every day." Uncle Fu wiped his tears and said to Zuo Liuxuan.

Zuo Liuxuan sat down woodenly, and there seemed to be a thousand words in his heart, but when it came to his mouth, it became a few words: "You, what's sick?" ”

Finally heard the young master speak to the master, Uncle Fu breathed a sigh of relief, quietly pulled Li Xiangqi away, and left the space for the father and son who had not seen each other for a long time.

Zuo Liuxuan and his father stayed at the farm for two days.

In a short period of time, the father and son have said all the words of their lives.

When Zuo Mingchong died, he walked away with a smile on his face.

Li Xiangqi worries that the boss will be as decadent as his mother was when she died.

Because judging from the relationship between the boss and Uncle Zuo in the past two days, the father and son have reconciled, so Uncle Zuo's death may once again make the boss grief excessively.

So he grabbed Uncle Fu and quietly discussed with him to see how to persuade the boss.

Uncle Fu shook his head: "No need to persuade, the young master promised the master that he would live well, and he will definitely do what he says." ”

Eh, no wonder Uncle Fu is so calm, it turns out that he has long known that the boss and Uncle Zuo have reached an agreement.

If the boss can promise that, it should be fine.

Li glanced at the boss quietly and saw him kneeling quietly in the mourning hall, reverently burning paper money.

He tore open the paper money one by one, threw it into the basin containing the paper money, and watched as the flames licked through the paper money and burned it into paper ashes little by little.

The boss, who had been repeating this action, had a straight back and seemed tired.

But that back, in the smoke from the paper money, looks particularly pitiful, lonely and sad.

Li Xiangqi sighed heavily in his heart, now the boss is really alone......

He originally wanted to call Luo Jinyi, but the boss stopped him: "Don't inform her for the time being, Grandpa Luo is celebrating his birthday soon, I don't want to affect his old man." ”

"But, boss," Li Xiangqi thought that more people would know and could help persuade the boss and relieve the boss, but the boss shook his head and replied with a serious face: "This is also what my father meant." ”

Uncle Fu next to him added seriously: "That's what the master meant, he wants to go quietly." ”

Li Xiang instantly knotted his tongue and swallowed the words that had reached the tip of his tongue.

Since it is Uncle Zuo's meaning, it should be done, and it is also a good thing that the boss is willing to listen to Uncle Zuo.

Li Xiangqi also continued to burn paper money for Uncle Zuo, and while burning, he muttered in his heart: Uncle Zuo, Liuxuan still has your father in his heart, and you will definitely not worry about Liuxuan in the past, right?

In the future, you will bless Liuxuan more, let him be happier and happier......

Next, Li Xiangqi helped the boss to complete Uncle Zuo's funeral, and the ashes were buried in the cemetery of the boss's mother's hometown according to Uncle Zuo's wishes.