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Lin Qianchi was a little confused when he received the call. Lao Zhangtou would have surgery tomorrow, so what was he doing to him tonight?

I temporarily put aside my doubts and called Lin Meiyu to inform her, but she felt very apologetic!

Lin Meiyu was worried about the last lunch, and she would miss the dinner date again this time. Listening to the disappointed tone on the phone, she couldn't help but sigh!

Turn the BMW x5 around and drive straight to Qingdao Medical Affiliated Hospital.

Pushing the door and walking into the ward, Lao Zhang leaned his head on the quilt and pillow, breathing heavily. "Idiot" Zhang sat nervously by the bed, patting Lao Zhang on the back; his eyes were red and moist, and his face looked sad and sorrowful.

"Uncle Zhang, are you feeling better?" Lin Qianchi walked to the hospital bed and greeted him lightly.

Old Zhang turned his head with difficulty and glanced at "Idiot" Zhang. Idiot Zhang frowned and walked out of the ward slowly, carefully closing the door.

Oh, Lao Zhangtou has something to say to himself alone. Lin Qianchi thought to himself.

"Uncle Zhang, you will have surgery tomorrow morning. You must have a good rest."

"Don't worry, you are a lucky person." Lin Qianchi comforted Lao Zhangtou and said with a smile.

"Ahem!" Lao Zhangtou coughed a few times and said weakly: "Mr. Lin, I understand my own body."

"I ask you something, please agree to it"

Lao Zhangtou said slightly excitedly, looking expectantly at Lin Qianchi's clear and handsome eyes.

"Just tell me, if you can do it, there will be no problem." Lin Qianchi also said with certainty.

Feeling sad in his heart, Lao Zhangtou himself felt that the end was approaching!

"I only have a son, and I have no other relatives."

"I was originally an orphan, and my child died early. If I leave, this "idiot" child will be even more lonely, and I won't be able to rest assured!

Lao Zhangtou said weakly with tears in his cloudy eyes.

"This child has suffered a lot since he was a child, and I am also repaying him."

“When I was young, I didn’t do my job properly and followed the villagers to rob graves. I was cracked down twice by the government.

He was still young at the time, and I learned how to steal from prisoners in prison. After I was released from prison, I did several big jobs and was caught by the police again.

"The child is a mother-in-law, so I can't hold my head high in the village. I am criticized by others. Orphans and widowed mothers are also bullied and humiliated."

"His mother had to take care of the children and work in the fields, and her body became weaker day by day. The day before I was released from prison, his mother gave up and left. The idiot was eight years old."

Old Zhangtou said with tears streaming down his face

Lin Qianchi listened quietly and roughly understood what Lao Zhangtou meant. He wanted to leave him alone before his death.

"I knelt down and swore on his mother's grave that I would take good care of the "idiot" from now on, stop doing illegal and criminal activities, and live an upright life. Therefore, I secretly learned some cooking skills while working in someone else's donkey butcher shop, so I brought him here.

I went to Qingdao and opened a small shop by myself."

"His mother and child's dream at that time was to see the sea. I was alone. Although it was hard work, I finally raised him up. But I still couldn't watch him get married and start a business. Mr. Lin, you are also a capable person and smart and upright.

I also have a sense of justice, so I am also very confident in you. I want to entrust this idiot to you. You can help him. He has been silent since his mother left. Besides, children from the countryside don’t have much knowledge. This time you

You have helped our father and son so much, and your words are effective. I can see that this child is convinced by you and can listen to you.

"I'm begging you, old man." Old Zhangtou said and was about to stand up and give a big salute.

Lin Qianchi quickly supported him.

"Uncle Zhang, I think idiots are shy, honest, upright people, and have good moral character.

I promise you, you can always rest assured!"

Lao Zhangtou was coughing violently, and the handkerchief covering his mouth was already stained with blood.

Lin Qianchi patted Lao Zhangtou's back and secretly penetrated the warm Xuanyang energy into Lao Zhangtou's chest and abdomen.

The coughing sound of Lao Zhangtou has become less and less audible.

The dark and dirty old eyes slowly became brighter.

With trembling, dry and yellow hands, he fumbled under the pillow and took out a small blue floral cloth bag.

He untied it shakily and took out a yellowed silk book. The cover was made of simple seal script embroidered with gold thread. Lin Qianchi didn't recognize the simple seal script.

"This is what I got when I stole the curtain. There is also a small piece of ancient jade that is very heavy and a bit strange. Please accept it."

Lin Qianchi also saw that the silk book must have an extraordinary origin, but he didn't know the ancient seal script and didn't know what was recorded.

But when I saw the thin jade key that resembled ancient jade, my eyes lit up. It felt like a pair with the Xuanbing jade lock worn on my chest. But I couldn't covet Lao Zhangtou's only family property, so I refused immediately.

"Uncle Zhang, please leave it to "Idiot" Zhang. I can't accept this." Lin Qianchi said calmly, just looking at the Xuanbing Jade Key with a fiery look in his eyes.

"No, you must accept it. I think you can also do martial arts. Maybe you can use it. Besides, hospitalization will cost you a lot.

If you don't accept it, the little old man will die without peace of mind." Lao Zhangtou said resolutely, and handed Lin Qianchi tremblingly with his big withered hand.

Lao Zhangtou was already like this, and it was no longer easy for him to shirk the blame, so he accepted it calmly.

When Lao Zhangtou saw Lin Qianchi accept the offer, he was very pleased, and his cloudy eyes became brighter and brighter.

"Mr. Lin, I leave my son to you. Just say what you need to say, and hit when you need to hit him. Just treat him as your own little brother."

"Uncle Zhang, don't worry. I am also an adopted orphan. I have no brothers or sisters. I will treat him as my own brother."

"Okay, okay," Lao Zhangtou said happily.

"Please call the idiot in," Lao Zhangtou said happily, a blush appearing on his wrinkled face.

Lin Qianchi took the small blue floral cloth bag and walked out of the ward lightly, letting Zhang Baichi in. He felt sad, knowing that the old Zhang was having a flashback and was on his deathbed.

Ignoring the eye-catching reminder that smoking is not allowed in the corridor of the ward, I took out a cigarette and lit it. The faint smoke quickly disappeared into the air.

Five minutes later, a shrill and sad cry could be heard in the ward.

Unable to survive the operation, Lao Zhangtou died suddenly

Lin Qianchi leaned against the wall, his eyes moist and sad.

After simply going through the hospital procedures, Lin Qianchi and Zhang Baichi escorted Lao Zhangtou's body to the morgue.

The two walked out of the hospital lobby, and the north wind blew outside the door with a chill, which made people even more sad.

Lin Qianchi took out a cigarette and handed it to Zhang "Idiot" with red and swollen eyes and a sad face.

Zhang Baichi reached out and took it, and the two stood side by side, looking out at the desolate night, silent and speechless.

Throwing away the cigarette butt, Lin Qianchi patted Zhang Baichi on the shoulder, "I am deeply saddened, but I will bear with you and accept the change."

After saying that, he strode away in his car.

Lin Qianchi returned to the villa, threw the small blue floral cloth bag on the sofa, and rushed into the bathroom.

The cold water surged over the bright and strong muscles, washing away the grief and grief.

After taking a bath, Lin Qianchi sat on the balcony and looked at the thousands of lights in the night sky in the distance.

As the saying goes, "The dead have long since passed away, but the living are like husband."

Life span lasts only a hundred years, and Lao Zhangtou only lived a short period of sixty-three years.

Life is impermanent and unpredictable

The originally happy and pure soul has become tired and decadent under the temper of time and life.

But drinking and singing, what a life! How comfortable and free it is!

When I think deeply about Qingming, I seem to have gained some more insights.

You not only need to control the present, but you also need to control the future.

Powerful force and wealth that rivals the country's. These are the guarantees for all passions and dreams.
Chapter completed!