Baojian

Chapter 6 Death
"Zimo, how is Grandpa Liu's health?"

After studying antique appreciation with Mr. Liu for more than half a year, the weather gradually turned cold. Just a few days ago, the old man, who was not in good health, suddenly fell ill.

This sudden change made the entire Liu family's New Year's day feel less festive, and Liu Zimo's father also rushed back from Taiwan, because this time the old man was seriously ill, and he was afraid that the real time was coming.

Although he can no longer listen to the old man talking about the past and the present, Qin Feng, who has already regarded him as his master in his heart, still visits the old man every morning.

Sometimes the doctor would not let him into the house, so Qin Feng would stay at the door against the cold wind, for fear that he would not know when the old man left, but the Liu family was full of affection for Qin Feng, a loving little guy.

"Afeng, I'm afraid Grandpa will die, he doesn't know anyone anymore."

Liu Zimo's eyes were red. It was obvious that he had just cried. He had been with the old man since he was a child, and he had a deep relationship with his grandfather. He couldn't accept that his grandpa, who was so majestic in the past, had become what he is now.

"Zimo, don't be sad, maybe Grandpa Liu will get better."

Qin Feng patted his friend's shoulder, and he couldn't help choking up his sobs as he talked. After the big change at home, he only felt the kind of family-like warmth from the old man.

Now that the old man is about to leave, Qin Feng, who has become much more cheerful in the past half a year, always has a trace of haze that cannot be resolved between his brows.

"Dad, are you awake? Feeling better?"

While Qin Feng and Liu Zimo were talking, there was a rush of shouts from the inner room. Liu Zimo was stunned for a moment, then quickly lifted the thick curtain and entered the room. Qin Feng followed behind him and left. go in.

"Cough...cough..."

The old man on the sickbed coughed violently for a long time, and after spitting out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, he seemed to wake up. He raised his head and looked at everyone's faces with difficulty, and said softly: "The earthen pot cannot be broken without leaving the well. Before dying, my life, Liu Yunjiao, has been full of ups and downs, and it is a great blessing to die on the bed!"

Liu Yunjiao studied under the "Sharp Spear" Li Shuwen, and made a big name in the arena at a young age, and later joined the army. Every time he fought, he fought bravely to be the first, and he didn't know he had crawled out of the dead How many times.

So the old man has seen through life and death long ago, and now the house is full of children and grandchildren, he is really satisfied, after three or forty years of wandering, he can finally return to his roots, he has no other extravagant hopes.

"Dad, don't say that, you'll be fine!"

Looking at the skinny old father, the faces of the brothers of the Liu family were covered with tears. They knew in their hearts that this was a sign of their father's return to life, and they might have a hard time getting through today.

The face of the old man showed a kind of grayish white, which was a sign of death. The three brothers of the Liu family were all well-informed people, and their hearts were sad at the moment, and their eyes were filled with tears.

"It's not going to get better, my body, I know it myself."

Liu Yunjiao took a deep breath, a blush appeared on his gray face, but his spirit was a little better than before, and he sat up with his hands supporting the bed.

"Dad, what are you doing? Lie down!"

Seeing the old man sitting up, everyone was shocked and rushed to the head of the bed. Liu Zimo was outside with tears streaming down his cheeks, but he couldn't squeeze in front.

"Scatter them all, who in this world can survive? What's there to cry about?"

The old man stared at him, he still looked like he was dying, the old majesty seemed to return to him, and the room suddenly became quiet.

"Listen to me, the property of Taiwan Island is controlled by the boss, and the second and third children get dividends every year. Well, the third child gets an extra [-]%, which is for Zimo..."

Seeing his sons and grandchildren calm down, the old man began to explain the funeral. Although the sons in the family were very filial and obedient, after his death, there was no guarantee that there would be no jokes about his property.

Glancing at the faces of his sons, the old man went on to say: "The property of Bajimen is managed by the second child. This is not a business to make money. Every year, a part of the business is paid out. Boss, do you understand?"

When Liu Yunjiao followed the defeated soldiers to Taiwan Island, he took away his eldest son and third son, only the second son stayed at home, and his kung fu was the most pure among the three brothers, which was equivalent to inheriting Inherited the inheritance of Bajiquan.

"Dad, I understand. Don't worry, I will do as you say."

Liu Yunjiao's eldest son is also over [-] years old. Thanks to his father's love, he has handled all aspects of the relationship well in Taiwan.

"Well, don't be laughed at by others."

The old man nodded, turned to look at the second son, and said, "Second brother, in the future, the Baji lineage will be passed on to Zimo, do you hear me? But this kid also needs to learn some culture, a martial artist won't work." .”

Liu Yunjiao has three sons, seven grandsons, and several great-grandchildren, but Liu Zimo is the only one who can endure hardships and practice martial arts and achieve success. He is choosing the third generation of his own lineage.

"Yes, father, I will teach Zimo well." Liu Jiacheng agreed respectfully.

"Grandpa, I don't want you to die, I don't want you to die!"

No matter how mature Liu Zimo was, he was only a ten-year-old child. He couldn't bear it any longer, pushed aside the crowd, knelt down in front of his grandfather and began to cry loudly.

"Stupid child, who can survive, your grandfather and I have traveled all over the world, this life is worth it!"

Liu Yunjiao laughed loudly when he heard the words, his eyes suddenly swept to Qin Feng who was following behind his grandson, and he couldn't help but stop laughing suddenly.

"You... you child, you are not far away from the calamity, and... don't know if you can survive this calamity?"

Looking at Qin Feng, Liu Yunjiao's face was full of regret, and he was about to speak again when his chest suddenly tightened, his throat felt sweet, and a mouthful of bright red blood spewed out, staining the front of his chest red.

"Boss...boss, help...help..."

The old man held his eldest son tightly with his right hand, but before he could finish his sentence, his eyes lost their luster, his head drooped heavily, and there was no more vitality in his body.

"Father……"

"grandfather……"

The moment the old man passed away, there was a loud cry in the house, and everyone knelt down in front of the window. Sad emotions filled the entire Liu family compound.

For the old man's death, the Liu family had already been mentally prepared. The family's filial piety and the old man's funeral were all prepared. Naturally, those idlers came in and distributed the clothes to everyone.

"Zimo, don't cry, take care!"

Qin Feng helped Liu Zimo, who was crying and almost fainted, and helped him put on the filial piety clothes. In Qin Feng's eyes, there were also tears at this moment. This was the first time he shed tears since his parents passed away. .

From the moment the old man passed away, the funeral was already in progress. After the members of the Liu family were persuaded out of the room, someone bathed the old man and changed into a shroud.

Although Mr. Liu has not been in the mainland for decades, he was very famous in his early years, and he also left a wide range of contacts in the world. His funeral cannot be kept simple.

When the news of the funeral was spread through phone calls and telegrams, this peaceful town suddenly became lively, with many able-bodied people pouring in every day.

It took seven days to wait for the funeral. During the seven days, the town, including the hotels in the city, was almost full of people, and the three religions and nine streams were intricate, which made the police appear much more frequently than usual.

The brothers of the Liu family not only had to thank the people who came to pay their respects, but also received many comrades from all walks of life, and they were too busy to touch the ground. Even Liu Zimo, a half-grown child, was summoned.

Under such circumstances, Qin Feng could only do his best. He came to Liu's house early every morning, served tea and water for the guests, and only dragged his tired body back to sleep at night when no one was around. Even my sister almost couldn't care less.

It was only at this time that Qin Feng knew the old man's status in the Jianghu, because on the day of the funeral, the people who attended the funeral of the old man included not only fellows from the mainland, but also many overseas Chinese who came back from overseas.

There were more than 300 vehicles for the funeral alone, and more than 1000 people attended the funeral. During the period, the police were dispatched to maintain order.

"Feng, I'm going back to Taiwan with my father and the others tomorrow, take care of yourself, I'll be back soon!"

After the funeral, Liu Zimo found Qin Feng. Although the old man left a will before his death, he still had a copy with his lawyer. He asked for his ashes to be scattered in Sun Moon Lake on Taiwan Island.

This is also a big event, the Liu family's descendants will all be present, so after the funeral in the mainland, they will return to Taiwan Island immediately, where there are also many old men from the military, but they cannot come to the mainland to attend for many reasons funeral.

"Ah Feng, you take this little money. I know that before my grandfather died, I asked my uncle to take care of you, but before he finished speaking, he...just..."

Liu Zimo took out a stack of money and stuffed it into Qin Feng's pocket. He was the closest to the old man on the day of his death, so he naturally knew the meaning of his grandfather's last few words.

However, the elders of the Liu family were so busy these days that they didn't even get a good night's sleep, so they naturally didn't care about Qin Feng. Only Liu Zimo still remembered it.

Seeing that Qin Feng was about to refuse again, Liu Zimo said quickly: "Ah Feng, don't refuse, go buy a tricycle, and you can collect more things every day, just treat it as a brother I lent you!"

"Okay, Zimo, thank you!"

Qin Feng is not hypocritical. After taking the money, he usually pushes a cart that is about to fall apart to collect waste products. Although the load is not small, it can't go anywhere. It is far less convenient than a tricycle. .

(End of this chapter)