[561] A wish before death

"Dad, wake up!"

"Dad, the fortune teller said that you can live for a hundred years, and you will be fine. ”

"Dad, hold on!"

The three brothers of the Kong family burst into tears, lying in front of the hospital bed, their faces full of pleading.

"Lao Kong, I can't stand you, are you okay?" Feng Daozi's face was full of guilt.

At this time, Confucius slowly opened his eyes, glanced at his three sons, fixed his gaze on Feng Daozi, and said with difficulty:

"The wind... Brother, I can't help you! I didn't protect the painting! I'm sorry for you!"

Wow!

Feng Daozi couldn't help it, and burst into tears: "Lao Kong, what are you talking about, I hurt you, if I don't let you take the painting, it's me who is lying here!

Confucius shook his head and looked firm: "No...... That's fate! I know...... I'm dying......"

His voice gradually weakened, and he said intermittently, "Wind ...... Brother, I beg you before you die!"

"You say, but there is a fate, go to the soup and fire, and never give up. ”

Confucius used the last strength of his body and said, "I want to see you...... Master Ye Jiuxuan, personally apologize to him, otherwise I will die...... Don't look away!"

"Okay! Okay! No problem, Lao Kong, hold on! I'll call him! You'll be fine, you have to hold on!"

Feng Daozi panicked, trembling and finding Ye Xuan's mobile phone number, and dialed it.

At this moment, Ye Xuan was training Su Wanjun and a few people to prepare for the final night of the Bird's Nest.

The phone rang, he picked it up and looked at it, and found that the name was not displayed on it, so he wanted to ignore it, but he thought that this mobile phone was not as good as a phone, and others would not easily know his number, so he connected the phone:

"Hey, who's that?"

"Mr. Ye Xuan, I'm Feng Daozi!" Feng Daozi heard the phone call and said quickly.

"What's the matter?"

"Mr. Ye, I'm sorry! I lost your "Ten Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains...... Mr. Confucius, the descendant of Master Confucius, was seriously injured by robbers in order to protect your painting, and is now lying in the intensive care room of the First People's Hospital of the Imperial Capital!!"

As he spoke, he lowered his voice and whispered:

"Mr. Kong may not be able to do it, I feel sorry for you before leaving, and I want to ask to see you!"

"The painting was robbed, and someone was seriously injured because of it?"

Ye Xuan felt inexplicable, the "Ten Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" was a wave of his hand, and even he forgot to paint such a picture, but he didn't expect to cause so many things.

There are even people who pay with their lives for it!

And he is also a descendant of Kongqiu!

In the Spring and Autumn Period, he had a good relationship with Confucius, and although he felt that Confucius was a little pedantic, he admired him very much.

His descendants, because they suffered an unjustified disaster, also felt quite unpleasant in their hearts.

At this time, the phone over there had already been placed in Confucius's ear, and I only heard Confucius's voice on the phone:

"Leaf ...... Master? I'm sorry for you, if I really can't do it, I still hope to see you again, and make you a compensatory face! I... Conscience is hard to ......"

Ye Xuan took a breath, calmed down, and said, "Mr. Kong, don't worry, calm down, I'll arrive immediately." ”

At this time, the urgent voice of the wind tunnel came from the mobile phone again:

"Mr. Ye, I won't say anything more to you, Lao Kong has passed out again, and I will arrange for someone to greet you at the gate of the First Hospital of the Imperial Capital. ”

After hanging up the phone, Ye Xuan didn't say a word, let the two girls practice singing by themselves, and he left quickly.

For the loss of that work,

Ye Xuan was very annoyed.

He doesn't care about the value of his work, it's just a piece of waste paper for him.

He hated that the robbers actually dealt a heavy hand to Confucius, although he had never seen Confucius, but after all, he was an old man, and he also admired Confucius's temperament in his heart, and his descendants must also be good people.

Now Confucius still doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, if anything happens!

He swore that he would make life and death worse than that of the painters.

The speed of the Kyushu Xuanlong car was the fastest, and it took ten minutes to come to the First People's Hospital of the Imperial Capital.

As soon as I got out of the car, a mature and shrewd woman in her 20s walked over, looked at Ye Xuan, who was standing, and asked respectfully:

"May I ask you are Mr. Ye Xuan, right? My name is Li Wen. ”

Seeing that Ye Xuan was even younger and handsome than in the photo, her face was a little shocked.

Looking at the young woman in front of him, Ye Xuan nodded and followed her towards the hospital. "You should have come from the ward, right?"

Li Wen's beautiful neck nodded slightly, and she said softly: "I am Kong Mingyue's secretary, that is, the secretary of Mr. Kong's eldest son, and I am on the order of Mr. Kong to lead the way." ”

Ye Xuan nodded slightly, his expression floated with a hint of concern, and said, "How is Confucius's text now?"

When Li Wen heard Ye Xuan ask about Confucius's situation, her expression instantly dimmed:

"Kong Lao is now unconscious, the doctor said that there is a lot of bleeding inside the chest, the situation is more serious, although the operation has stopped the bleeding, but there is still a lot of bruising, because Kong Lao is old, chest surgery is too dangerous, so he did not dare to clean up,

The doctor said that if you are still unconscious within 5 hours, then ......"

In the end, she couldn't help but whimper, she had been Kong Zhengyue's secretary for several years, and went to visit Kong Lao during the New Year's holidays, Kong Lao took care of her like a relative, and she also respected Confucius from the bottom of her heart.

Ye Xuan heard this, a trace of worry flashed between his brows: "That's it, please trouble Miss Li to speed up." ”

Li Wen nodded, trotted up, and rushed to the ward with Ye Xuan.

......

......

"Mr. Kong, this is Mr. Ye Xuan. ”

In the aisle of the hospital, Li Wen introduced Kong Mingyue, whose eyes were red, and the wind channel next to her hurriedly greeted her.

"Hello Mr. Ye. ”

The three brothers of the Kong family were full of surprise, this Ye Xuan was much younger than they imagined!

Is this a master of the arts?

Kong Mingyue is the chairman of Confucius Culture Media Group, whose Confucius Institute is a household name in the world.

Kong Mingyue looked at Ye Xuan, nodded, and said:

"Mr. Ye, don't worry, I will find your work back as soon as possible, if you can't find it, I will compensate you according to the normal market valuation. ”

In his mind, Ye Xuan came here so quickly, naturally for his own calligraphy and painting.

However, he did not say anything, only said that he would pay compensation according to the normal market price, but did not say that it would be at the price of one billion dollars.

A billion dollars for a calligraphy and painting, he obviously didn't believe it.

Ye Xuan shook his head and didn't give any explanation, "Can I go into the ward to see Old Kong?"

Kong Mingyue saw that he didn't care about his compensation, and was stunned in his heart, and when she heard his question, she hurriedly said:

"I was in a coma again just now, and the doctor is now conducting a second resuscitation, and the person has not come out yet. ”

(End of chapter)