Wei Lin's already colorless face suddenly appeared flushed, and he took a deep breath.

"Engong, you, you're still here." Wei Lin had a smile on his face, and Yang Jing's arrival obviously made him extremely happy.

Yang Jing's face was as usual, his expression was indifferent, and he said: "Go with peace of mind, I will help you avenge the Wei family's revenge." ”

Wei Lin, who had returned to the light, seemed very energetic, and when he heard this, a smile appeared on his old face: "Wei Lin is very grateful to Gong En!" If there is an afterlife, Wei Lin will go to the soup for Engong and die without regrets! ”

"Fang Raid ......" didn't shine back for a long time, and the rosy on Wei Lin's old face was fading rapidly, and gradually there was no longer a human color, and he called his granddaughter.

Wei Fangxun hurriedly grabbed Wei Lin's hand, she grabbed it very tightly, because she also understood that her grandfather was leaving, but she was reluctant, she didn't want to, she subconsciously grabbed her grandfather tightly, as if she could keep her grandfather.

"Fang attack, follow, follow Engong, repay, repay his great kindness to our Wei family!" Wei Lin's breath became short, he could only breathe in but not exhale, and his lungs had stopped working first.

"Uh-huh, I, I know, Grandpa." Wei Fang couldn't cry.

The next moment, Wei Lin's voice became louder, his eyes opened, and he shouted: "If I can meet Engong in this life, I Wei Lin will die without regrets!" ”

After speaking, Wei Lin was paralyzed and his breath was cut off......

"Grandpa!" Wei Fangxun let out a heart-rending scream.

Her hand was still tightly gripping Wei Lin's hand, but Wei Lin still went, and only at this moment could people understand the pain and helplessness of being powerless.

He Guang on the side saw it, and his eyes were sad, and this scene of life and death was the most stinging.

Yang Jing looked at Wei Lin, whose eyes were still open, with a smile on his face, as if he was relieved and had no regrets.

Stretching out his hand as white as jade, Yang Jing gently stroked Wei Lin's face, closed his eyes, and the irritability in his heart gradually calmed down, but the indifference on his face was still not there after all, and turned into a long sigh.

The Buddha said that there are eight sufferings in life: birth, old age, sickness, death, love and separation, resentment, unwantedness, and five yin flourishing.

These eight sufferings, no one can hide, no one does not taste, all sentient beings are suffering, and all sentient beings are evil.

Even if it is Qiru Yang Jing, he can't avoid it, he can't avoid it, in the thousands of years, he is almost losing count of how many times he has experienced today's events.

When I first saw Wei Lin, he was still young and high-spirited, but when he saw him again, he was gray-haired, until he died at this moment, which was also a pain in life for Yang Jing, and Fang Cai's heart was irritable, not for no reason.

This is just Wei Lin, if Lin Rui can be regarded as Yang Jing's friend for a hundred years, then he may not be more than irritable in his heart.

…………

Not long after, He Guang drove out of the First Affiliated Hospital, and Yang Jing sat in the back, his phoenix eyes slightly closed and his face expressionless.

"Mr. Yang, are we going back?" He Guang hesitated for a long time before he asked cautiously, and he also knew that Mr. Yang's mood was definitely not so good now, so he was very careful in his words.

Yang Jing said indifferently: "Pure Yang Tavern." ”

He Guang was a little flustered when he heard this, he hadn't heard of this place, but he didn't dare to ask Yang Jing for the specific address, so he hurriedly navigated it, but fortunately it could be found on the navigation, which made He Guang secretly relieved.

The location of the Pure Yang Tavern is very remote, in a small alley at the junction of urban and rural areas in Sichuan City.

Even if there was navigation, He Guang also searched for a long time before finding it, but fortunately, Yang Jing did not mean to urge.

This tavern is not big, opened in an old-fashioned two-story building, but the decoration is very chic, quite ancient, carved wooden doors, square small tables, you can't see the slightest modern feeling.

It was just past noon, and there was no one in the tavern, except for a young man of twenty-one or two, sitting inside, dozing off with his chin in one hand.

He Guang got out of the car, respectfully opened the car door for Yang Jing, saw that Yang Jing's eyes were still slightly closed, hesitated, and whispered: "Mr. Yang, the Chunyang Tavern has arrived." ”

Hearing this, Yang Jingfeng's eyes opened, and his eyes were amazingly bright, which made He Guangdu stunned.

"Arrived?" Yang Jingjunxiu's face was a little surprised, and he asked.

He Guang nodded yes and turned his body slightly sideways, so that Yang Jing could see the tavern behind him.

Yang Jing was a little surprised in his heart, he had just fallen asleep for a while, although the time was not long, but it was indeed extremely rare.

After getting out of the car, the two walked into the tavern.

The dozing young man didn't seem to notice that someone was coming in, so He Guang called out softly: "Boss, a guest is here." ”

When the young man heard the voice, he was full of excitement, and quickly stood up, and said with a smile: "Please sit, please sit, the two of you are drinking a bar?" ”

"What about Han Chunyang?" Yang Jing suddenly asked.

The young man paused and said, "This gentleman, do you know my father?" ”

Yang Jing nodded slightly, and asked again, "He's not there?" ”

Seeing this, the young man smiled bitterly: "Sir, my father died three years ago. ”

"Deceased?" Yang Jing was a little flustered, if he remembered correctly, Han Chunyang three years ago was only in his early forties, and he didn't expect to live so long.

Han Chunyang is the owner of this tavern, the person Yang Jing knew when he came to Sichuan City ten years ago, and his home-brewed wine is very appetizing to Yang Jing, so he often comes here, but he is half a friend.

But I didn't expect that the Chunyang Tavern was still there, and Han Chunyang was no longer there.

Things are people, nothing more than that.

"You're his son?" Yang Jing still experienced a lot after all, and after feeling emotional, he came back to his senses, looked at the young man who was a little similar to Han Chunyang and asked.

The young man nodded: "Yes, my name is Han Weimin, and now the Pure Yang Tavern is guarded by me." As he spoke, he looked at Yang Jing with a strange and surprised gaze.

"Well, give me a jar of your home-brewed wine, and serve some side dishes at will." The decoration and furnishings in the tavern have not changed much, and Yang Jing found a familiar position and sat down.

Han Weimin nodded yes and went down to prepare.

"Sit down and have a drink with me." Yang Jing originally came to chat with Han Chunyang, but since the person is no longer there, he can only do it.

He Guang was a little surprised, hurriedly sat down, and said, "Mr. Yang, I'm a bit good at drinking." ”

"Oh? Then try it? Yang Jing's expression was indifferent, there was a smile in his eyes, and he said softly.

Hearing this, He Guang smiled: "Mr. Yang, I think you may not be my opponent for drinking...... What he wanted to say in his heart was not a possibility, but a certainty.

It's really not He Guang's bragging, he hasn't been drunk since he drank!

At this time, Han Weimin came over with a ceramic wine jar slightly larger than a basketball and put it on the table, and said, "Sir, this is the wine that my father made when he was still there, and there is not much left." ”

Han Weimin's idea is very simple, since Yang Jing knows his father, then he will serve him the wine brewed by his father.

"Thank you." Yang Jing nodded slightly and responded.

He Guang took the Haikou wine bowl with the characteristics of Guda Jianghu, and opened the wine jar, and instantly smelled the rich aroma of wine.

"Good wine." He Guang is a person who understands wine, just smelling the aroma of wine, he knows that it is definitely a rare good wine.

Pour the wine to Yang Jing first, and the wine color is pure, like a jade liquid.

Yang Jing picked up the wine bowl and took a big sip, a little remembrance flashed in his phoenix eyes, and he said, "Okay! Just like back then. ”

This wine is still extremely appetizing for Yang Jing.

He Guang followed Yang Jing for a while, and he also knew that it was extremely difficult for him to praise anything, and anything that could be praised by Mr. Yang was definitely not simple, so he couldn't help but take a full sip of the wine bowl.

This wine has a mellow taste, full of aroma, but this is a strong wine, very strong, into the throat, really like swallowing a red-hot knife, both spicy and painful, even if He Guang has a very good amount of wine, and has drunk a lot of spirits, this big gulp swallowed, is also so spicy that he coughed again and again.

On the other hand, Yang Jing, after drinking such a strong wine, he didn't even have the slightest change in his face.

Although the wine is strong, it is indeed a good wine, after the spicy energy, He Guang only felt warm all over his body, from the inside out, extremely comfortable, and the taste of wine in his mouth was satisfied, and he forgot to return.

He Guang's eyes were full of amazement, and he was about to say something, but the mobile phone rang, he quickly connected, but the call was from Lin Rui.

Soon, He Guang hung up the phone and said: "Mr. Yang, the chairman said that the matter has been negotiated with Mr. Mi, and Mr. Mi has used all his connections to find someone, and he should be able to find someone tomorrow at the earliest, and the day after tomorrow at the latest." ”

When Yang Jing heard this, his expression was indifferent, he just nodded lightly and didn't say anything.

Han Weimin took the wooden dinner plate again and brought up the appetizers, but after putting it on the table, he didn't walk away, but looked at Yang Jing and asked, "This gentleman, have we met?" ”

Although he asked so, in fact, when he saw Yang Jing just now, he felt a little familiar, and when he heard that Yang Jing knew his father, he felt even more familiar in his heart.

More than ten years ago, he seemed to have seen Yang Jing, and he was only nine or ten years old at that time, so he didn't think about it immediately just now, but he couldn't believe it in his heart.

Because, Yang Jing's face doesn't seem to have changed at all?