Cheng Mingxuan himself didn't know who was pushed to the ground. He stood there helplessly, watching the group of children who seemed to be possessed by devils, holding hammers, shovels, knocking around, destroying the wooden screen wall, blackening the paint and paintings, burning the collection of books, calligraphy and paintings in the study, kicking the carved sandalwood screens, and smashing the wooden furniture.

Cheng Mingxuan was as if he had been trapped in a bizarre nightmare. He felt that he could not breathe or speak.

"Stop it, stop it!"

When Cheng Qian's sad voice came from the west wing, Cheng Mingxuan suddenly recovered and murmured, "Mi... Why are you out?"

These days, Qian Cheng is in poor health and has not left the house for several days.

"Don't smash, don't smash, this is the master's hard work... Mingxuan, the Cheng family compound is your grandfather's life!" Cheng Qian fell from the hospital bed in a weak manner, walked on his knees, shouting at the top of his lungs, pounced on these revolutionary young generals who fell from the sky, "You kill me, kill me, don't smash the old man's things... This is the life of my master!" Her despair moaned, shaking every heartstring of Cheng Mingxuan.

Cheng Mingxuan staggered forward and held the old lady, "Miss, why are you getting up? Miss, let's go back to the house, you are still sick and not getting angry..."

Cheng Qian slapped Cheng Mingxuan in the face, "You, you unfilial descendant, why did you watch these robbers destroy this family? This is your lifelong hard work... How can you be worthy of the ancestors of the Cheng family, you! You are like a man..." "Pa", before she finished speaking, another loud slap from Cheng Mingxuan fell on the old lady's face, and a young Red Guard general roared, "You die old woman, who are you talking about robbers, who are you talking about? Who are you talking about? I'm going to tear your mouth today!"

Cheng Qian's thin body fell into Cheng Mingxuan's arms with the power of the slap, and he died in anger.

Cheng Mingxuan hugged Cheng Qian, "Milk, nanny, what's wrong with you? Wake up, nanny?" The old lady closed her eyes slightly. She died. The grandmother who accompanied him through suffering died like this. He didn't want to believe that she died like this. "Milk--" He screamed and hugged her tightly.

"Die, dead?" a timid moaned.

"Are you pretending? I didn't try hard either..."

"I don't think it's very much like pretending!"

"What should I do? Secretary Yang didn't say let us kill someone!"

"Bastard! They are all bastards!"

Cheng Mingxuan leaned against the wall and lay down fiercely at the young Red Guards. He picked up a hammer from his side and fought at them, "Get out! Get out! Get out of me! If you don't get out, I will make your life pay for your life!"

Although those young players were fierce, they were all children under the age of twenty. When they saw Cheng Mingxuan's formation, they threw away the weapons and tools in their hands and fled in panic.

In the messy Cheng family courtyard, Cheng Mingxuan held Cheng Qian's body alone and sat under the sycamore tree, tears falling down with "clicks".
Chapter completed!