"Huh!" Uncle Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, and went to the other end of the corridor to call Lu Mingyuan.

"What? The old man really can't do it anymore? ”

In the Jade Courtyard Villa, Ding Lili was leaning on the pillow of the leather sofa, holding her mobile phone and flirting with Lu Guohua on WeChat, with a spring heart on her face.

From time to time, he glanced at Lu Mingyuan on the other side, until he heard the sentence in his mouth, "My dad is no good?" She immediately locked the screen and put down her phone, waited for Lu Mingyuan to hang up the phone, and eagerly confirmed with him.

Lu Mingyuan hung up the phone, looked at Ding Lili with a solemn expression and said, "Lili, hurry up and contact Lu Sheng to go to Rendong Hospital." ”

Ding Lili was secretly happy in her heart, but she pretended to be sad and called her son.

By the time Lu Mingyuan, Ding Lili, and Lu Sheng arrived at the hospital, it was already 8 o'clock in the evening.

Lu Chenhao has been guarding from 2 o'clock in the afternoon until now, and he didn't look at Xiao Xie when he brought him food, just didn't eat or drink, sat on the chair in the corridor and waited quietly.

He was anxious, but he didn't dare to show it.

His eyes were dry, and he felt a slight pain under the strong LED light, and he couldn't help but close his eyes, and in the haze, he seemed to see the familiar scene:

Sixteen years ago, Lu Kunhao waited outside the emergency operating room with the ten-year-old man.

As a young child, he didn't know what the outcome would be, but he thought that it would be good for his mother to be uncomfortable and the doctor would give her an injection, until the red light outside the emergency room went out and the doctor came out and said:

"I'm sorry, we did our best, please mourn!"

The nurse behind her pushed out Han Yajing, who was covered with a white cloth, and her body was already cold and stiff.

At that moment, he realized that human life has an end, and he refused to let the nurse push his mother away, desperately pulled the hospital bed, and cried heartbreakingly:

"Mommy, Mommy, don't leave me!"

"Dad, come and see Mommy'......"

On the chair, Lu Chenhao felt chills all over his body, it was difficult to breathe, there seemed to be a thousand-pound stone on his chest pressing him out of breath, the fine sweat on his forehead was dense, his expression was hideous and distorted, and the lingering nightmare was tormenting him again......

"Brother, brother, what's wrong with grandpa?"

Lu Sheng's voice woke him up, he came back to his senses slightly, opened his eyes, took a deep breath and exhaled heavily.

"Brother, your face is not very good, does it matter?"

Lu Sheng looked at him with bloodshot eyes, his face was pale, and sweat was oozing down his forehead, and asked with concern.

Lu Chenhao raised his eyes, nodded at him, glanced at Lu Mingyuan and Ding Lili behind Lu Sheng, and then retracted his gaze, raised his wrist and looked at the time on his watch.

Lu Mingyuan and Ding Lili asked about Uncle Cheng's situation on the side, and Lu Chenhao shouted at Uncle Cheng's hoarse voice:

"Uncle Cheng, what did Doctor Ma say?"

Uncle Cheng immediately turned around, "Young master, Dr. Ma said that the old man had heart failure, and he had an AED in the middle of the arrest, although he still has vital signs, I'm afraid he won't survive tonight." ”

Uncle Cheng couldn't help but choke after speaking, Uncle Cheng followed Lu Kunhao when he was a child, although Lu Kunhao was ten years older than him, he never treated him badly, Lu Kunhao arranged the affairs of his family for him properly, this master-servant relationship has long been like a brother, which is also the reason why he has to accompany Lu Kunhao to take care of his daily life when he is in his sixtieth year.

Lu Chenhao stood up, patted Uncle Cheng's shoulder, turned around and went into the bathroom.

He desperately rinsed his face with cold water, and after a long time, he looked into his dark eyes in the mirror and punched them.

At 11:35 p.m., Lu Chenhao received Lu Kunhao's death certificate from Dr. Ma, who took off his mask and patted him on the shoulder:

"The old man walked quite peacefully, and the festival mourned smoothly!"

The corners of Lu Chenhao's mouth twitched slightly, there was no expression on his face, the blood on the back of his right hand had dried up and solidified, the hand holding the death certificate trembled slightly, pursed his lips vigorously, and tried his best to hide the grief in his heart.

Lu Mingyuan contacted the funeral home and took care of Lu Kunhao's afterlife, while Ding Lili wailed a few times on the side and squeezed out a few tears.

Lu Sheng watched the nurse push out the bed where Lu Kunhao was lying and threw himself up, only to hear his cry in the corridor:

"Grandpa...... Grandfather...... Wake up......"

Lu Chenhao never turned around, but tears dripped from his eyes and fell to the marble floor of the corridor.

When Lin Qianyu saw the news, she suddenly felt sad, remembering that on the phone the day before yesterday, Lu Kunhao heard her hearty laughter after agreeing to go back to Lu Mansion for Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, and she couldn't help crying.

Lu Kunhao's kindness to her made her unforgettable, and she didn't wait for her to go back to spend the New Year with him, and she didn't have time to say goodbye to him, and the regret in her heart made her feel guilty.

She decided to send Old Man Lu on his last journey.

On the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, celebrities from all walks of life in Haicheng came to the funeral home to participate in Lu Kunhao's condolence ceremony, the solemn and majestic mourning hall was covered with white chrysanthemums, and Lu Kunhao's amiable smile was moving.

Lu Chenhao was dressed in black, his whole beard was unkempt, his eye sockets were deep, and he looked haggard.

He thanked the guests one by one.

Lin Qianyu was dressed in a plain suit with white flowers pinned to her chest, holding a bouquet of white chrysanthemums, respectfully offering it with both hands, and bowing to the portrait of the old man who landed.

She walked up to Lu Chenhao and stretched out her hand:

"Condolences change!"

When I raised my eyes and saw that the man in front of me was so haggard, I couldn't help but feel a little pain in my heart.

Looking at each other, there were a thousand words in her heart but she couldn't say it, Lu Chenhao's hands were not as warm as before, and the coldness of her palms made Lin Qianyu feel a little distressed, she shook him back, and then turned to leave.

After the cremation, Lu Chenhao set Lu Kunhao's burial date on the fifteenth day of the first month, and he chose the same cemetery as his mother Han Yajing, for this reason, Ding Lili also sneered on the spot, saying that it was unlucky, Lu Chenhao almost slapped her twice, and finally Lu Mingyuan reprimanded Ding Lili before the matter was over.

At the funeral, Wang Dekai, as a family friend of the Lu family, brought his wife Wu Minli and children: Wang Yixuan and Wang Xiran to see him off.

Wen Fangzhou's father and daughter also came together, although Lu Chenhao did not want to see Wen Fangzhou, and Lu Kunhao's death can also be said to be indirectly caused by Wen Fangzhou, but Wen Fangzhou already regarded himself as a shareholder of Chenshi Group.

Han Yajing's mother's family had already cut off contact with the Lu family after Han Yajing's death, and the funeral was held by Lu Mingyuan, so naturally they would not come.

Song Minbo's family came back from a vacation in the cherry blossom country and received an obituary from Lu Mingyuan, to be precise, the entire Haicheng celebrity community received it, even if they didn't receive it, they would take the initiative to go, after all, the Lu family has a prominent position in Haicheng, and everyone wants to have some relationship with their relatives to facilitate their own interests.

Song Minbo knew that Lin Qianyu was also going to the funeral, so he took her with him.

In Haicheng in early spring, the severe haze weather is more humid and cold, in the cemetery, the ceremony is underway, and the mighty procession is black, so it is not majestic and solemn.