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Chapter 473 [38] Fallen leaves return to their roots...

When Chen Yu and others arrived at St. Luke's International Hospital, the old man had already been pushed into the operating room.

"Mr. Chen, I'm sorry, I couldn't-"

Chen Guoren walked up to Chen Yu with an apologetic look. Just as he was about to explain something, Chen Yu quickly stopped him: "Forget it, I didn't mean to do it. What's the point of talking more. I wish the old man can get through this difficulty... …”

"Yes, God bless!"

Chen Guoren also had a Buddha string in his hand. He seemed to believe in Buddhism and was chanting slightly.

Chen Yu shook his head, thinking that God would bless him, so he might as well pray for more help from Japanese doctors.

The lights in the operating room flickered on and off, which was very distressing.

Chen Yu was waiting there anxiously. From his chat with Chen Guoren, he also found out why the old man fell unconscious. When he took out the coffin, he accidentally slipped his leg and hit his head on the solid wood coffin he had prepared for himself.

Neither of the two Chinese aunts who served him caught him.

"Not necessarily. Stay with him for a while. There are only a few days left. Look at the patient himself!"

"Master!"

"It's hard to say, we can only look at the patient himself!"

"It depends on his condition..."

The surgery was Chen Yu's intention, and he signed it on behalf of the old man; he has no descendants in Japan, and seems to have relatives in China, but they have long since lost contact.

"I know, is he awake?"

He seems to have brought real-life emotions to the entire film, which is exactly the tone needed for "The Embalmer".

This old man is still alive. The doctor just came over and told him that the chance of waking up is only 50%.

Chen Yu shouted, but Yang Baoxin looked at him and stretched out his hand. Chen Yu quickly stepped forward to hold it.

Chen Yu hurriedly greeted him: "Doctor, how are you doing?"

Chen Yu was dozing on the hospital bed. Yang Baoxin woke up from a coma. When he saw Chen Yu dozing there, he couldn't help but laugh, but his voice seemed weak: "Little... son!"

In the hospital, Chen Yu played some newly learned cello songs to Yang Baoxin when he was fine.

"call……"

Yang Baoxin suddenly said something, and Chen Yu knew what it meant: "Okay, take a good rest, I will personally take you back to the country!"

Chen Yu nodded: "Yes!"

"Not yet, we have to observe for 12 hours. If we can't wake up..."

Yang Baoxin grinned, but Chen Yu quickly stood up and pressed the call bell.

"Are you a family member of the patient?"

"Okay, I believe what you say!"

Half a month later, Chen Yu had his last few scenes, and Yang Baoxin was finally discharged from the hospital.

"Did you know that his cancer cells have spread?"

The doctor shook his head and patted Chen Yu on the shoulder, thinking that the other person was Yang Baoxin's grandson or something.

He looked out at the sunshine outside. His body was undoubtedly much older than when Chen Yu saw him two months ago. At that time, he could still pick up the tools for holding the coffin, but now, walking with a cane was very difficult. It can only be pushed by Chen Yu's wheelchair.

Furthermore, Chen Yu's filming state was very deep and melancholy. This is not to say that his acting was not good, but... it made the entire crew very moved.

The doctor said and left directly. It has to be said that Xiaozhi's current medical skills are indeed pretty good.

In his words, if you need someone to help you with anything, you might as well just burp your farts. This is the kind of person he is.

"Satisfied!"

In the next few days, Chen Yu rushed to the hospital while filming. Although Yang Baoxin was taken care of, Chen Yu still came to visit and chat with him every day.

"Doctor, can I ask, if he wakes up, will he...my master be fine?"

"Can you catch up?"

Chen Yu couldn't help but turn around and ask.

After a while, several doctors and nurses came in, and they examined Yang Baoxin. The chief surgeon in front of the ward quietly nodded to Chen Yu: "The patient's condition is not bad. He will be rested and observed in the hospital for a few days! "

Yang Baoxin's body was indeed in critical condition. Crucially, he underwent a craniotomy. His life was restored, but his body was still very weak.

"The doctor, if he recovers well, he will probably..."

The old man actually doesn't like people to help him. He is a rather stubborn old man.

The entire crew knew that the master who taught him how to hold a coffin was seriously ill. Even directors Takita Yojiro, Hirosue Ryoko and others came to the hospital to offer condolences one by one after they found out.

Yang Baoxin blinked, and Chen Yu nodded heavily: "As long as you think it's okay, then it's okay!"

A few hours later, the door to the operating room was finally pushed open.

Moreover, the cello’s sad music seems to be infused with real soul.

Looking at Yang Baoxin who opened his eyes, Chen Yu smiled a little.

The leading Japanese doctor took off his mask and asked calmly.

"Want to go home and have a look?"

Chen Yu pushed him, and Yang Baoxin shook his head: "Let's go, just take the coffin with you. I'll leave the rest to you!"

"Who wants your little shabby shop!"

Chen Yu smiled, and Yang Baoxin also smiled: "Don't forget what I told you!"

"I know, I have all the tools with me!"

"That's enough, let's go. I haven't been back for decades, and I don't know what it has become. It is said that the country has changed a lot. I heard that guy Chen Guoren!"

Yang Baoxin was chattering there, and Chen Yu pushed him, and together with Qiu Junjun and Cheng Peng, they boarded the plane back home.

This time, he was not doing it for himself, but for the long-cherished wish of an old man.

At the same time, I sent him on his last journey, placed his coffin in his body, and buried it in his grave. The plane hovered over China and arrived in Guangdong Province, Yang Baoxin's hometown, in a few hours.

Yang Baoxin crossed Shencheng and fled from Xiangjiang to Japan.

"The changes are really big!"

Sitting on the plane, Yang Baoxin looked at the city below him, his hands trembling there, his body becoming more and more restless, and his eyes seemed to be filled with a little mist.

It can be seen that he is still quite excited, and the closer he is to home, the closer he is to his hometown.

The plane's emergency landing made his breathing difficult, so Chen Yu quickly pulled out an oxygen mask and put it on for him.

Finally, after landing smoothly, Yang Baoxin got into the vehicle that Chen Yu had arranged long ago and drove towards his hometown.

Chen Yu has also asked someone to find the old man's relatives. They are the children of his uncles and uncles' families. Many of them were far away. When they heard that a missing uncle Zong had returned to China, they all rushed back.

A large family welcomed his arrival at the entrance of the village.

As soon as Chen Yu pushed Yang Baoxin out of the car, countless people came to greet him. Yang Baoxin was crying and talking in his hometown dialect. Everything around him had obviously become very strange. It could not overlap with the hometown in his memory. .

changed!

I haven’t returned to China for more than 40 years, and everything has changed.

The whole of China has undergone earth-shaking changes. Yang Baoxin held his cousin's hand and everything was unspoken.

Chen Yu also told his relatives and family about his physical condition, so many people knew about it.

The whole family was chatting, but Yang Baoxin said tremblingly: "I want to go and visit the graves of my parents, my brothers and sisters!"

"The road is a bit difficult!"

Yang Baoxin's nephew was talking there, and Chen Yu smiled: "It's okay, I'll carry the old man there!"

The grandfather and grandson followed Yang Baoxin's nephews to his parents' grave.

thump!
Yang Baoxin knelt down directly, knocked his head on the ground, and did not get up for a long time.

Chen Yu also bowed, but walked aside. The old man must have a lot to say to his parents, brothers and sisters.

Seeing this scene, he was actually quite touched.

Fallen leaves return to their roots!

This is the obsession of the Chinese people.

After leaving their hometown, the living people will always miss their hometown when they are lonely, and those who have died in a foreign land also hope to return to their hometown.

Everything becomes dust, and fallen leaves eventually return to their roots.

Chinese people always miss their relatives and homeland involuntarily, and think about the people and things in their memories. Sometimes what they miss may just be a strong spiritual comfort.

This is the case for Yang Baoxin.

Chen Yu suddenly thought of a movie that he had killed - "Falling Leaves Return to Their Roots"!
In fact, this movie was very well made, and Zhao Benshan’s acting in it is worthy of a Best Actor trophy. It tells the story of a migrant worker named Zhao, who went through many hardships along the way to bring his friend Lao Liu’s body back to his roots after his death. The story of returning home!
Chen Yu, a non-smoker, suddenly wanted to light up a cigarette.

It wasn't until the sunset that Chen Yu heard a cry: "Boy!"

"Here we come, Master!"

Chen Yu trotted to the grave. Looking at the blood bag on Yang Baoxin's forehead, he couldn't help but shook his head. The already weak old man was now even more shaky. Chen Yu hurriedly stepped forward to help him.

But this is everyone's choice, and it's hard for him to say anything.

“After seeing this land, I have some impression!”

Chen Yu wanted to carry Yang Baoxin on his back, but Yang Baoxin patted the open space beside him: "Sit down and chat with me for a while!"

"This river has not changed. When I was a child, I fished and caught shrimps in it every day... At first, I was on the bank and my brother went into the water. My sister was afraid that he would be in danger, so she held her with a rope every time!"

"Next to here is my family's land, three acres and six cents. My parents are both farmers, but there is a killer in the village, who is my master!"

"When I was young, I made a bet with the kids in the village that I wasn't afraid of the cemetery. One day I slept in it. I was really brave. I met this old guy in the middle of the night. He almost scared me to death..."

"From then on, I just followed him and didn't go to school for a few years..."

"..."

Yang Baoxin was chattering there, from when he was a child, to adulthood, and then to his escape.

Chen Yu listened very carefully.

"I'm satisfied, I can come back and see it again before I die!"

"You can still have a good apprentice!"

"Hahaha!"

Yang Baoxin was laughing there, but soon turned into coughing. Chen Yu hurriedly patted him on the back.

"go?"

Chen Yu stretched out his hand to help him up, but Yang Baoxin shook his head: "I can't walk anymore!"

"I know my own business. I'm afraid I won't be able to get up from this body!"

"Remember, help me... carry the coffin!"

Yang Baoxin suddenly held Chen Yu's hand tightly, staring at him closely, as if a blazing flame was burning in his pupils, and his whole person was glowing with vitality.

This was also said very loudly, but Chen Yu was heartbroken, nodded heavily, and said only one word: "Yes!"

"Then I'll... don't worry!"

pat!

One hand, so suddenly, slowly fell down.

"Master!"

"Master——"

Chen Yu shouted.

Yang Baoxin passed away with an extremely satisfied smile on his face!
(End of this chapter)