"..." Sheng Yu and Su Xiaoxiao were stiff.

Ye Fu and Liu Ma were very surprised. One was dead and the other was not dead!

Only smile and reputation know that the old man can't live tomorrow.

Both ye Fu and Liu Ma thought that the old man had at least two or three months to live.

"I'm in the advanced stage of lung cancer and my yangshou is over." The old man lay in his chair and confessed weakly, "from now on, I will officially tell you something. Don't cry or interrupt. Just listen."

Silence

A solemn silence.

No one dared to speak.

A stream of bitterness rushed into Su Xiaoxiao's heart, and she bit her lip.

I saw the old man put his crutch and put his hands in front of his stomach. He closed his eyes and rested.

"Be sure to bury me and Tianqi together. No one can disrespect the grave. After burial, you can never touch the ground again. This is the least respect for us."

Liu Ma and ye Fu were flustered.

Su smiled surprised, but the reputation fell into meditation.

Is he trying to bury some truth?

"Xiaoyu, after grandpa left, you are the pillar of the family." The old man's voice was very weak. "What's the pillar? You should say in your heart that you are the only man in the family and have the responsibility to take care of the women in need of your care, including your wife and your mother. Can you do it?"

In fact, the relationship between Shengyu and Yefu is what the old man has been concerned about.

"Yes." There was a soft pain in his heart.

"Sheng's group can be more brilliant. You should go away and make some new attempts. Standing at a higher peak, you will find that all the gratitude and resentment in the world are so small..." he finally said his heart.

"Liu Ma, you spend most of your life in our Sheng family, and you don't care about the rest of your life. Therefore, whether I exist or not, please don't leave and take this place as your own home." The old man hoped that she would stay, help Xiaoxiao and not let Yefu fool around.

Liu Ma's eyes burst into tears. She took a paper towel and wiped her nose, "OK, I promise you."

Su Xiaoxiao nestled in the arms of fame, her eyes blurred.

Until half an hour later.

The old man felt that what should be explained had been explained, so he said to them, "let's go and let me have a rest."

When she left, Su Xiaoxiao took the blanket and gently covered grandpa's chest.

Slightly opened his eyes, the old man took hold of the white and slender hands. He stared at her deeply, his lips slightly raised, as if he was using up the last strength in his life to remember her appearance, "child, be happy." He was very sad that he couldn't give her something that really belonged to her.

Because we have to take the overall situation into account, we can't confess some things.

"..." tears rolled down, and Su smiled and the corners of her lips rose. "Grandpa, I will."

Su Xiaoxiao took the initiative to print a kiss on the old man's forehead. She knew that this kiss would become a kiss goodbye, "Grandpa, I will be happy." Her voice was very light, slightly trembling, and only the old man close at hand could hear it.

"Go, boy, let Grandpa sleep."

Smiling, slowly and reluctantly released his hand.

Then the high reputation took Su Xiaoxiao and left.

When Chinese food was ready, Shengyu and Su Xiaoxiao came to the study and called grandpa downstairs for dinner, but they found that his old man had died.

He lay quietly in the master's chair, with a peaceful face and no rest.

His chest was still covered with the blanket that he had covered before he left, and beside him was the leading crutch that never left his body.