Xie Yulan continued to cry in a low voice, "Usually, you rarely come back to take a look, which time, the old chief didn't deal with you with a strong spirit." You don't usually come to fulfill your filial piety, and you can't see how bad the old man's health is, so come to blame me? ”

Lan Bingfeng and Lan Jingshan were speechless when they heard such accusations.

It's true that they spend very little time all year round.

Zhou Fengru snorted coldly in her heart, why did this Blue Ice Maple and Blue Jingshan come over so little? Isn't this all done by Xie Yulan? Give a face all day long, neither yin nor yang, I can't wait for these children to roll as far away as possible, and it is best not to enter this house for the rest of my life.

Lan Jingshan and Lan Bingfeng did what Xie Yulan wanted, except for coming to visit during the New Year's holidays all year round, they usually try to come over as little as possible, but now it has become wrong.

"Alright, don't talk about it." Lan Yushan frowned, stopping the argument behind.

He knew in his heart that although Old Chief Lan's health was indeed worse day by day, even if there were so many health care doctors to take care of him, when Old Chief Lan was young, he was born and died, and there were many old diseases on his body.

This is like an old machine, the parts in it were damaged too much in the past, and no matter how much maintenance was maintained in the later stage, it was impossible to expect it to run as good as new.

However, if it weren't for the matter between him and Lin Xiaorou, which was inadvertently known by the old man, Old Chief Lan would not have been so angry, and it would not have been like this.

He didn't want to.

He felt guilty.

It was he who made the old man angry like this.

He also hopes that the old man, as before, will pass this dangerous period safely once again.

The last time he was abroad, the old man was not the same critically ill, everyone came to guard the end, but in the end, the old man still passed the danger safely?

Knowing that such a thing could not happen again, but now, Lan Yushan still expects such a miracle.

He stood in front of the window, smoking cigarette after cigarette.

Su Mo'er watched from afar, looking at it with a heartache, and in the end, she came over with red eyes and dissuaded him, "Little uncle, don't smoke anymore, you smoke so much, it's not good for your health." ”

While they were talking, Lan Yin and Bai Tong came out of the room with red eyes, and said to the people guarding outside, "Grandpa let you go in one by one, he has something to say, and he wants to explain to you separately......"

Probably, Old Chief Lan is now a reflection of the light, holding his last breath, explaining his last words.

There was rain in the sky, and in the Lan family's old house, a group of people had already built a mourning hall.

Old Chief Lan didn't survive after all.

Whether it is Lanjingshan or Lanyushan, facing the death of his father, it is still like heartache.

For a figure like Old Chief Lan, who is an indispensable old hero of the entire country, his death is naturally blockbuster news.

The news anchor broadcast the news to the people of the whole country in a heavy tone.

The memorial service was held at the National Funeral Home, surrounded by black gauze, white flowers, and even the television set, all black and white shots.

All the leaders from top to bottom came to mourn the old chief Lan one by one, which of the long list of names was proposed, and it was not well-known?

The people of the Lan family, all wearing black dresses, knelt there with solemn expressions, and returned the salute to those who came to mourn one by one.

All this, naturally, was conveyed live on TV.

The general public naturally knew the news, and the world still regretted the death of such a great man as the old chief Lan.

While watching the broadcast on TV, the group shook their heads and sighed, "Alas, another old chief is gone, it's a loss for the country." ”

"Yes, my grandfather still fought with him in the north and south, and he was full of pride when he mentioned him, but he passed away like this."

"Alas, what a pity."

In these years, computers are rare, and the Internet is not popular, so everyone can only occasionally watch TV in the workplace and make a few comments.

In front of the TV, a soft and weak girl stared at the TV screen in distraction.

She has a small melon seed face, snow-white skin, and her eyes are moist, as if with a thin layer of mist.

And now, looking at the memorial scene broadcast on TV, the solemn scene, she almost cried bitterly.

She stretched out her little hand and covered her mouth tightly, lest she really cry out loud, but the tears in her eyes, unconsciously, were already pouring out.

This is Lin Xiaorou, who has not appeared for a long time.

"I'm sorry, grandpa, I'm sorry......" She looked at the black and white portrait of the old chief Lan on the TV, and repeatedly said sorry in her heart.

There was a moment of impulse, she wanted to rush back, she wanted to go back to the Lan family and go to see the old chief Lan for the last time.

She has lived in the Lan family for so many years, and the old chief Lan has taken care of her.

It's just that he is a big man and has too many things to do, and she is a weak and introverted girl, so that kind of attention is not enough.

He couldn't take care of her in everything, he couldn't come and take care of everything himself. But he gave her a small house of her own and sent her to the best school.

Lin Xiaorou was grateful to Old Chief Lan, if she didn't take care of Old Chief Lan, she didn't know what fate she would end up with.

However, when the camera flickered, when the main leaders arrived to mourn, the camera switched to the Lan family, and Lan Yushan's cold and silent face was displayed on the TV screen.

Those who watched TV were still sighing, "This Lan family is really talented, if it is really a hero of Lao Tzu, the old chief himself will not talk about it, and the two sons are also dragons and phoenixes among people." ”

"Yes, there are three generals in one family, it doesn't matter if the two sons are promising, even the grandchildren are so promising, and the old chief can also smile at Jiuquan."

These people's discussions still stay at these levels.

Lin Xiaorou had just sprung up the idea of going back to the Lan family to see her for the last time, but she secretly dispelled it.

What is she going back to do now?

She won't go back to the Lan family again, she doesn't want to have any entanglement with Lan Yushan anymore.

She was already hurt too deeply and painfully, he would not shelter her from the wind and rain, he would only watch her be mercilessly humiliated by cold eyes.

Lin Xiaorou reached out and pinched her palm, forcing herself to remember this.

Then, she bent slightly in the direction of the TV, as if she was bowing to the old chief Lan from afar, and then, she silently muttered in her heart, "Grandpa, I'm sorry, forgive me, I can't come to see you for the last time." Forgive me for not being filial......"