Entertainment: I, Mr. Deyun Da

　　Ning Yunxiang burst into tears.

　　"Grandpa knows that you don't like cross talk, and you don't like the means of making a living that grandpa arranged for you. After grandpa left, if you really don't like it... then do what you like."

　　"Grandpa... I... woo woo woo..."

　　"Ha~ Silly child, why are you crying? Grandpa's life should have been gone a few years ago..."

　　Saying that, he pointed at Wu Shaobai:

　　"But you have to remember one thing. Grandpa's life was picked up from your brother. You don't have to talk about cross talk, but during the festivals, you must go to see your brother with things. This is our family. I owe him, you know?"

　　"I know... Grandpa... Yangyang knows... uu..."

　　As Ning Yunxiang cried, the third and fourth needles had also stopped on Zhang Wenshun's chest after a long speech.

　　The turbidity in the old man's eyes began to appear again.

　　He tried his best to open his eyes, and his eyes fell on Guo Degang, Yu Xuan, and Gao Feng.

　　Take a look...and ask:

　　"Isn't Rongzi here?"

　　"..."

　　No one answered.

　　Seeing this, the old man's eyes dimmed.

　　Then he looked at Zhang Dewu:

　　"Dewu."

　　"Master..."

　　"Send a message to the outside world for me..."

　　"...Master?"

　　Zhang Dewu seemed to have guessed what the master was going to say and tried to stop it.

　　But the old man shook his head again.

　　"When Mr. Guo Degang and I founded the Deyun Club, we didn't want to make a fortune with this group, we just wanted to see the cross talk re-prosper. Now that the Deyun Club is on fire, it is normal for some people to leave and others to stay. Everyone has their own aspirations. You can't force it. But I want to state a few points. First, respect Mr. Xu Liang's career choice. Second, Xu Liang used to be an apprentice of our Kou League, and he has never been a supporter. On New Year's Day in 2008, Xu Liang came to my house to visit, and he did not mention it. As for the matter of quitting Deyun Club, there is no news for the next few years. My ability is limited and I cannot guide Mr. Xu Liang's performing arts..."

　　"Master!?"

　　Zhang Dewu already understands what Master is going to do... He wants to interrupt quickly.

　　But Zhang Wenshun still said to himself:

　　"Three, the word "Germany" is in the order of his family tree, Xu Liang should not use it again... choose another word for his apprenticeship... That's all. Do you remember?"

　　In the end, it's a teacher-disciple session.The old man gave up at the end.If Xu Deliang can find a gentleman with a quilt, the word "Germany" can be returned.

　　"……remember."

　　Hearing the promise of the always honest and loyal apprentice, Zhang Wenshun looked at Ning Jun:

　　"After I leave, my fan will be left to De Gang, and the rest will be given to De Wu."

　　"...Understood, Dad."

　　The fourth needle stopped.

　　At this time, the old man's eyes fell on Guo Degang.

　　His eyes seemed to be blurred, and he blinked hard, and then he could clearly see the tears in Guo Degang's eyes.

　　Then he smiled slightly;

　　"Degang."

　　"gentlemen……"

　　"I won't tell you anything else...hehe~"

　　"Wow...haha~"

　　Guo Degang held back his tears while crying, and let out a dry laugh.

　　Hearing this laughter, the old man laughed even more happily.

　　"Where did you get it now?"

　　"Nine-character class, sir. There are many people in Jiu-character class now."

　　"Okay...Okay...Yunhe Nine Heavens Dragon Soars to the Four Seas...Okay...Okay...Do it well...kekekekeke..."

　　The sixth needle stopped along with the old man's coughing sound.

　　Wu Shaobai pursed his lips, and flicked his finger on the last trembling golden needle...

　　"Don't bother, boy."

　　Looking back from Guo Degang, Zhang Wenshun looked at the increasingly blurred figure, and showed the brightest smile.

　　Then, he took the initiative to raise his hand.

　　Wu Shaobai put his hands up.

　　"In the past few years... I've been confused. My brain is not working, I'm not clear. Every time Yanzi talks about you to me, I always forget... But now I remember it all."

　　Wu Shaobai smiled hard.

　　Funny is worse than crying.

　　"Auntie didn't speak ill of me, did she?"

　　"How can you~ You're so good, what bad things about you... It's okay! It's okay!"

　　"Hey...that's fine."

　　While speaking, Wu Shaobai immediately wanted to dial again after seeing that the trembling of the golden needle started to slow down.But the old man held his hand tightly.

　　"Master!"

　　What he said gradually became a little more difficult.

　　pat...

　　A tear fell on the back of the old man's hand.

　　Wu Shaobai is still smiling:

　　"Sir, I am here."

　　"Do well... okay?"

　　"That's for sure, you can rest assured."

　　"Back then... in the library... backstage... we two... talking... words... still... remember?"

　　Wu Shaobai's tears fell on the back of the old man's hand, drop by drop, just like beads with a broken thread.

　　"Remember, sir! Always keep it in your heart, don't dare to forget!"

　　"what……"

　　The old man's voice rapidly began to weaken.

　　The turbidity in his eyes had filled his entire eyes.

　　But he still blinked hard, trying to see Wu Shaobai's face clearly.

　　Sisi held Wu Shaobai's hand, and he said with difficulty:

　　"Degang...no...big...zhi...you...want...help...he...is...help...crosstalk...door style...no...scatter...I...sleep... steadfast...good...good...good...?"

　　"Okay! Don't worry, sir."

　　With Wu Shaobai's promise.

　　The moment he agreed, the last smile appeared on the old man's face.

　　Then, the smile completely solidified...

　　停留在了2014年2月16号的10点47分。

　　Zhang Wenshun, a great master of music, passed away forever.

　　"dad!!!"

　　"gentlemen!!!!"

　　"Grandpa!!!!"

　　Heart-wrenching cries rang out in the room.

　　Wu Mingyue, who had been holding her mother's hand, looked at the old man lying on the bed... Suddenly, she broke free from her mother's hand.

　　"Moon?"

　　Tong Liya, who was crying, was shocked.

　　But I saw my daughter ran to the vase next to her and picked a lily from it... She walked to the edge of the bed and gently placed it on the old man's chest.

　　Pure white.

　　Nice looking white. .

Chapter 998

　　Yanjing.

　　Babaoshan.

　　The tenth day of the Lunar New Year.

　　Originally, the tenth day of the new year was the day when the box was opened.

　　However, the Deyun Society delayed the opening date. More than 200 people from the Deyun Society with nearly [-] members, and Mr. Zhang's friends who came to express their condolences, formed a long team to see the old man off.

　　Wu Shaobai and Tong Liya, who were dressed in black and had no white flowers on their chests, were among them.