At this time, in the study room, Mr. Chu was standing at the desk, holding a brush and practicing writing freely. Even Chu Yunxi rushed in without any reaction. He didn't raise his head and said lightly, "How old is it,
He is also rash and ignorant... At my age, what else can I have to be happy except for you to give me a great grandson!"
"Grandpa, He Qingwu is dead!"
Chu Yunxi said hurriedly.
"Oh, He Qingwu, he..."
Mr. Chu hadn't reacted at first, but he still lowered his head and wrote words, but then his expression suddenly changed, and his hand holding the pen suddenly trembled. The last stroke went straight away, quickly twitching, leaving a diagonal thorn on the rice paper.
An ugly ink trace.
However, Mr. Chu didn't care about so much, and threw the pen in his hand, raised his head suddenly, and asked anxiously with disbelief, "What did you say? He...he..."
"He's dead!"
Chu Yunxi was extremely excited, so Zheng nodded and rubbed his hands hard.
When Old Master Chu heard this, his expression suddenly froze. His slightly opened mouth did not close for a moment. He was stunned in place as if he was petrified. His turbid eyes instantly disappeared, and he looked ahead in a daze.
Chu Yunxi was slightly stunned when he saw his grandfather's reaction, and was a little surprised. He hurriedly ran up and said, "Grandpa, what's wrong with you?! He Qingwu is dead. This is a great joy. Why are you unhappy..."
Bang!
Before he could finish speaking, he was slapped in the face in the face.
Chu Yunxi covered his face and stared at his grandfather with wide eyes, full of shock. He didn't understand why the good grandfather was hitting him.
"Little bastard, pay attention to your wording!"
Old Master Chu stared at Chu Yunxi and scolded angrily, "Just because of you, you are not worthy of calling him by his name!"
Chu Yunxi stared at his grandfather in a daze, his throat moved, and in the end he didn't say anything, swallowing his saliva.
"Although he is not in harmony with our Chu family, this does not mean that you can be rude to him!"
Mr. Chu glanced at his grandson coldly and said sternly, "I am the only one who can disrespect him throughout Yanxia, and no one else can be qualified!"
Although he and Lao He fought for the rest of his life, he still recognized Lao He very much in his heart, and he was the only person he looked down upon and deserved to be his opponent!
Therefore, he did not allow anyone to disrespect Lao He!
Even his beloved grandson!
When Chu Yunxi saw his grandfather's stern look, he lowered his head in fear and did not dare to say anything.
"Old He, Lao He, you fought with me all your life, but in the end, you lost to me!"
Mr. Chu turned his head and looked out the window, looking at the location where the He family was, with his hands behind his back and raised his head, his face full of pride, but this pride was fleeting, and soon a thick stream of radiance surged between his eyebrows and eyes.
The sadness and loneliness were so sad that I couldn't help but say, "But you left... I'm the only one left... What's the point of living... Wait for me, it won't take long to go over and be with you
…”
While speaking, his deep eyes were filled with tears. He had never wet his eyes for decades, and suddenly he wet his clothes.
With the death of Lao He, he was the only one left in their generation!
An inexplicable loneliness surged in his heart, and his whole body and mind seemed to be hollowed out in an instant. He suddenly lost his attachment to the world and the thought of living...
"Grandpa, don't be overwhelmed!"
Chu Yunxi was so scared that his body trembled when he heard his grandfather's murmur, and said hurriedly, "You will definitely live for a hundred years. You can't leave us..."
Hearing his grandson's words, Mr. Chu's sadness relieved a little. He turned his head to look at Chu Yunxi, his eyes softened, and asked with concern, "How is it, does your face still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore. As long as my grandfather is healthy, he can beat me every day!"
Chu Yunxi hurriedly said.
"Little bastard, he just has a sweet mouth, but you should beat him, who told you to say something you shouldn't say!"
Mr. Chu sighed and continued, "You will go to the He family in person to mourn me. At the same time, ask He Ziqin, the time of the funeral ceremony of Lao He, tell He Ziqin, I will go to see Lao He personally at that time.
The last journey!”
"good!"
Chu Yunxi nodded.
"Remember, be polite!"
Mr. Chu instructed coldly.
"Know!"
Chu Yunxi agreed solemnly, then turned around and left, gently closing the door.
Old Master Chu turned his head and looked out the window again. The scene of artillery fire suddenly appeared in front of him, and the sadness and grief in his heart became stronger.
The years that I felt extremely difficult to bear at the beginning are now gone.
His eyes blurred again, and his mouth choked and sang, "General, the army has a broken reputation for fighting for hundreds of battles. Looking towards the river, looking back thousands of miles, old friends will be gone. The water is rustling and the west wind is cold, and the whole house is full of clothes and clothes are like snow.
.The heroic man has not yet sang sadly. The birds still know how hatred they are. I don’t think they cry and tears are crying. Who can share with me? I am drunk on the bright moon?!”