liu heart

Chapter 42 The Last Side

"Master, Uncle Fu wants to send a letter to you, but Master he,"

Zuo Liuxuan pouted and replied in a bad tone: "Isn't it? He is sick!"

Zuo Mingchong is a patient with an abnormal brain. Who would normal people behave like him?

Uncle Fu suddenly turned his head to look at Zuo Liuxuan, his face full of disbelief: "Young master, you, how did you know that master is ill?"

He remembered that Li Xun didn't see the master at that time, and he didn't even know that the master was sick.But listening to the young master's tone, he knew that the master was ill.

Although Zuo Liuxuan's original intention was not literal, but being asked by Uncle Fu, he woke up.

Zuo Mingchong seems to be really sick?

Suddenly there was a bad premonition, Zuo Liuxuan only felt his heartbeat speed up uncontrollably.

"Uncle Fu, what's wrong with him?" Controlling his unease, Zuo Liuxuan asked in a slow tone as much as possible.

Li Xiangqi also asked, "Is Uncle Zuo feeling better now?"

Uncle Fu's voice sank: "Master, his illness is very serious."

Li Xiangqi sighed, how could this be?He hurriedly looked at the boss, only to see the boss's body shaking obviously, and his footsteps stopped.

"Master, Master, I'm afraid it's only two days away. I'll see him later and talk to him well, okay? Uncle Fu please."

Uncle Fu specially warned Zuo Liuxuan, and the voice was obviously choked.

Zuo Liuxuan only felt that his mind was blank, and his steps were chaotic. He nodded randomly, and then hummed heavily.

The two unconsciously switched roles, and now it is not him who is supporting Uncle Fu, but Uncle Fu holding him and walking forward.

When Li Xiangqi saw this, he quickly freed up one hand to hold Zuo Liuxuan's other arm, and the two walked forward with Zuo Liuxuan on his back.

Uncle Fu pointed to a yard on the side of the road not far ahead and said, "Master and I live there."

Li Xiangqi raised his head and saw that the courtyard was standing quietly in the gradually pouring night, with dim light shining through.

Zuo Liuxuan walked like a wooden man, and the chaotic brain regained the ability to think.

What did he just hear?Zuo Mingchong has not been alive for two days?

In my impression, Zuo Mingchong, who was indomitable, indifferent, and with a heart as hard as a stone, was actually terminally ill, and his time was running out?

It turned out that Zuo Mingchong wanted to see him for the last time.

Why is this happening?

He followed into the courtyard gate in a confused way, and heard the sound of coughing one after another in the lit room.

The sound made people palpitate. It wasn't the kind of loud cough, but it seemed to be exhausted. There were also sounds of gasping and wheezing in the middle. Just listening to it, you could imagine that the person who coughed was someone who was coughing. How uncomfortable.

Zuo Liuxuan's heart suddenly throbbed with pain, and his eyes blurred instantly.

Uncle Fu and Li Xiangqi continued to drag him into the house.

"Master, are you awake? The young master is here." Uncle Fu shouted uncontrollably while still at the door.

"Xuan, Xuan'er, here we come." Zuo Mingchong, who had just stopped coughing, tried hard to prop up his body, but it was in vain.

Uncle Fu rushed to the bed, put a quilt behind him, and picked him up a little so that he could lean on the quilt.

With just a slight movement like this, Zuo Mingchong's complexion changed, his chest heaved and he had difficulty breathing.

Zuo Liuxuan stayed where he was, his feet weighing thousands of pounds.

Zuo Mingchong in front of him was withered and haggard, like a wick in an oil lamp that was about to burn out.

In my impression, Zuo Ming is tall and burly, but the person lying on the bed at this moment seems to have shrunk in half out of thin air, as thin as firewood.

He never expected to see such a father in this way!

Zuo Mingchong on the bed raised his hand and beckoned with difficulty, and at the same time pulled out a smile and called to him: "Xuan'er, come, come!"

Li Xiangqi first recovered from his surprise. Seeing Zuo Liuxuan standing still, he nudged him with his elbow and reminded in a low voice, "Boss, Uncle Zuo called you over."

Zuo Liuxuan took stiff steps and slowly moved to Zuo Mingchong's bed.

Seeing that the master had a rare spirit, Uncle Fu hurriedly dragged Zuo Liuxuan a chair and let him sit down.

"Young Master, you and Master have a good talk. Master knows you are coming, but I look forward to it every day." Uncle Fu said to Zuo Liuxuan, wiping his tears.

Zuo Liuxuan sat down woodenly, and there seemed to be a thousand words in his heart, but when it came to his mouth, it was only a few words: "What's wrong with you?"

When he finally heard the young master speak to the old master, Uncle Fu breathed a sigh of relief, and quietly pulled Li Xiangqi away, leaving space for the father and son who had not seen each other for a long time.

Zuo Liuxuan and his father stayed at the farm for two days.

In a short period of time, the father and son have said all the words of their lives.

When Zuo Mingchong died, he left with a smile on his face.

Li Xiangqi was worried that the eldest eldest would be as decadent as when his mother died.

Because from the relationship between the boss and Uncle Zuo in the past two days, the father and son have reconciled, so the death of Uncle Zuo may once again make the boss grief excessively.

So he grabbed Uncle Fu and quietly discussed with him to see how to persuade the boss.

Uncle Fu shook his head: "No need to persuade, the young master promised the master that he will live well, and he will definitely do what he says."

Uh, no wonder Uncle Fu is so composure. It turned out that the boss and Uncle Zuo had reached an agreement.

If the boss can make such a promise, it should be no problem.

Li Xiangqi glanced at the boss quietly, and saw him kneeling quietly in the mourning hall, burning paper money reverently.

He tore up the paper money one by one and threw it into the basin for the paper money, watching the flames lick the paper money and burn it into paper ashes little by little.

The boss who kept repeating this action straightened his back and seemed to be tireless.

But that back, in the smoke of paper money, looked very pitiful, very lonely and sad.

Li Xiangqi sighed heavily in his heart, now the boss is really alone...

He originally wanted to call Luo Jinyi, but the boss stopped him: "Don't inform her for the time being, Grandpa Luo's birthday is coming soon, and I don't want to affect his old man."

"But, boss," Li Xiangqi thought that more people knew about it and could help to persuade the boss and relieve the boss, but the boss shook his head and replied with a serious face: "This is also what my dad meant."

Next to Uncle Fu earnestly added: "That's what the lord means, he wants to go quietly."

Li Xiangqi instantly knotted his tongue and swallowed the words that had reached the tip of his tongue.

Since it's Uncle Zuo's intention, it should be done. It's also a good thing that the boss is willing to listen to Uncle Zuo.

Li Xiangqi also continued to burn paper money for Uncle Zuo, saying in his heart: Uncle Zuo, Liu Xuan still has your father in his heart.

In the future, please bless and bless Liu Xuan, make him more happy, more happy...

Next, Li Xiangqi helped the eldest brother to arrange Uncle Zuo's funeral, and the ashes were buried in the cemetery of the eldest mother's hometown according to Uncle Zuo's last wish.

(End of this chapter)