Accompanied by Ah Zhen and the others, he didn't dare to delay all the way to Hebei with the tickets prepared in advance according to Shao Shufen.

Shao Shufen, who was generous, naturally did not wronged Jiang Yao, and the three first-class tickets also allowed Jiang Yao to experience it for the first time, a real enjoyment.

There was no mistake along the way, and I arrived at the station smoothly.

The three of them walked out of the station, but a man in black dressed the same as Ah Zhen and the two appeared nearby, and the man in black also greeted Ah Zhen quietly, and then pulled the three of them directly to Jiang Village.

"My grandma won't come back?"

"Madame still has some things that have not been resolved, and she will come over when she is done."

……

Out of the city and into the village, Jiang Yao, the co-pilot, pointed left and right, and after turning countless small corners, he finally parked the car at the door of Shao Qingren's house.

What Jiang Yao didn't expect was that there were more than a dozen cars parked in front of the house in front of the ordinary peasant family, and even two or three luxury cars. This made Jiang Yao even more unpredictable about his grandfather's fame.

Jiang Yao got off at the place and went directly to his grandfather's house, where he went back every holiday, but this time it was overcrowded and crowded, but fortunately, everyone knew that this was his nephew, so they got out of the way.

"Grandpa!" Jiang Yao looked at his grandfather, who was motionless on the kang head, and knelt down in front of the kang head.

"Yaozi, don't be too upset."

"yes, yes."

"People are already like this."

……

Close relatives stepped forward to comfort them.

And at this moment, Shao Qingren, who had already closed his eyes, slowly opened his cloudy old eyes.

"Yaozi-Yao-" Shao Qingren lay straight on the kang, looking at Jiang Yao who had come all the way with difficulty without moving.

"Grandpa, I'm here." Jiang Yao replied with tears in his eyes.

"Look at it, I really waited for my nephew to come, the old man has closed his eyes for a day, and he has to wait for his nephew to come before he is willing to let people do it." A broken mouth of others discussed.

"Grandpa, what do you have to say, you say, I'll listen." Jiang Yao listened to it until he left a word for himself, and leaned closer to his ear, for fear that he would not be able to hear clearly.

People say that the sun is thin, and the breath is dying. Shao Qingren, who only had one breath left at the moment, was exactly like this, only to see him panting roughly, and said in a low voice: "Go, let them go." ”

Jiang Yao turned around and waved at the people behind him. A room full of people scattered with interest, and even his uncle didn't stay.

"Grandpa, you say, everyone is gone, you say." Jiang Yao was still kneeling in front of the kang.

And Shao Qingren, who has been elegant and exquisite all his life, exerted his strength, turned the already thin head obliquely to the side, and coughed desperately at Jiang Yao.

Jiang Yao was afraid that the old man's thick phlegm would get stuck in his throat and suffocate to death, so he casually put the pillow towel to his mouth. A mouthful of thick phlegm with blood clots spit out of his mouth.

Shao Qingren was still inconvenient to move, his head was tilted on the pillow, and Jiang Yao took the pillow towel away and threw it into the trash. Shao Qingren, who was originally round, was only a thin and tall skeleton at the moment, lying on the kang and panting lifelessly.

"You, you're back, I'll be relieved." Although Shao Qingren spit out phlegm, he could just say breathlessly: "This book is for you, you have to protect it no matter what, it will be extremely important to you in the future." ”

"Grandpa, I don't want it, I want you to be well." Jiang Yao followed his grandfather's eyes and pulled out an old thread-bound book without a title from under the pillow.

"Yaoyaozi, obedient—ah. When I meet your grandmother again, tell her that I can't accompany her, and go first. Tell her that you must—be careful of her master. Shao Qingren was able to hold on until Jiang Yao went home, and with the last return of the living before his death, he explained his posthumous affairs clearly.

"Grandpa, I will, I will." Jiang Yao nodded and agreed.

"Seventy-three, eighty-four, Hades doesn't call himself here." Shao Qingren, who was exactly seventy-three years old, died after saying everything.

"Grandpa-" Jiang Yao shouted, sadness welled up in his heart, and he fell to the ground for a while, and his head hit the edge of the kang, oozing a lot of blood.

The blow was so great that Jiang Yao fainted beside his grandfather.