At this time, in the study room, Mr. Chu was standing in front of the desk, holding a brush and practicing calligraphy casually. Even when Chu Yunxi rushed in, there was no reaction at all. Without raising his head, he said lightly, "How old are you?
It's so reckless... At my age, apart from you giving me a great-grandson, what other great joy can I have!"
"Grandpa, He Qingwu is dead!"
Chu Yunxi said hurriedly.
"Oh, He Qingwu, he..."
Mr. Chu didn't react at first, he still lowered his head and wrote, but then his expression suddenly changed, and the hand holding the pen suddenly trembled. The last stroke went astray, and he quickly crossed it diagonally, leaving a mark on the rice paper.
There was an ugly ink stain.
However, Mr. Chu didn't care so much. He threw away the pen in his hand, raised his head suddenly, and asked urgently with disbelief on his face, "What did you say? Lao Hetou, he... he..."
"he died!"
Chu Yunxi was extremely excited, nodded solemnly, and rubbed his hands vigorously.
When Mr. Chu heard this, the expression on his face suddenly froze, and his slightly opened mouth did not close for a moment. He was frozen in place as if petrified. His pair of cloudy eyes suddenly became dull and dim, and he looked ahead in a trance.
Chu Yunxi was slightly startled when she saw her grandfather's reaction. She was a little surprised and hurriedly ran forward and said, "Grandpa, what's wrong with you?! He Qingwu is dead. This is a huge happy event. Why are you unhappy..."
Snapped!
Before he could finish speaking, he was slapped hard on the face.
Chu Yunxi covered her face and looked at her grandfather with wide eyes, her face full of shock. She didn't understand why the good grandfather beat him.
"Little bastard, watch your words!"
Mr. Chu glared at Chu Yunxi and yelled angrily, "You are not worthy of calling him by his name!"
Chu Yunxi stared at his grandfather blankly, his throat moved, but in the end he said nothing and swallowed hard.
"Although he is at odds with our Chu family, that doesn't mean you can be rude to him!"
Mr. Chu glanced at his grandson coldly and said sternly, "In the entire Yanxia, I am the only one who can disrespect him. No one else has the right!"
Although he and Lao Hetou have been fighting for a lifetime, he still recognizes Lao Hetou in his heart, and he is the only person he likes who is worthy of being his opponent!
Therefore, he does not allow anyone to disrespect Lao Hetou!
Even though he is his most beloved grandson!
When Chu Yunxi saw her grandfather's stern look, she lowered her head in fear and did not dare to say a word.
"Old Hetou, Old Hetou, you have been fighting with me all your life, but in the end, you still lost to me!"
Mr. Chu turned his head and looked out the window, looking at the direction of the He family. He put his hands behind his back and raised his chest, his face full of pride. However, this pride was fleeting, and soon his brows were filled with a strong feeling.
Feeling sad and lonely, he couldn't help but said sadly, "But when you left... I was the only one left... What's the point of my life... Just wait for me. It won't take long before I go over to keep you company."
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As he spoke, his sunken eye sockets were filled with tears. His eyes had not been wet for decades, and his clothes suddenly became wet with tears.
With the death of Lao Hetou, he was the only one left in their generation!
He couldn't help but feel an inexplicable loneliness in his heart. His whole body and mind seemed to be hollowed out in an instant. He suddenly lost his attachment to this world and no longer wanted to live...
"Grandpa, please don't let your mind wander!"
When Chu Yunxi heard her grandfather's murmur, she was so frightened that she trembled and said hurriedly, "You will definitely live a long life. You can't leave us behind..."
After hearing his grandson's words, Mr. Chu's inner sadness eased a bit. He turned to look at Chu Yunxi, his eyes softened, and he asked with concern, "How are you doing? Does your face still hurt?!"
"It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore. As long as grandpa is healthy, he can just hit me every day!"
Chu Yunxi said hurriedly.
"You little bastard, you're just sweet-talking, but you deserve to be beaten. Who told you to say something you shouldn't have said?"
Mr. Chu sighed, and then said, "You will go to He's house in person later and mourn for me. At the same time, ask He Ziqin when the funeral of Old He will be held. Tell He Ziqin that I will go there in person to see Old He off.
The last leg!"
"good!"
Chu Yunxi nodded.
"Remember, you must be polite!"
Mr. Chu ordered in a cold voice.
"Know!"
Chu Yunxi solemnly agreed, then turned around and left, closing the door gently.
Mr. Chu turned his head and looked out the window again. The sight of the artillery fire on the battlefield suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and the sadness and grief in his heart became even stronger.
The years that I felt were extremely difficult to bear at the beginning are now irreversible.
His eyes couldn't help but become blurry again, and he babbled louder and sang more strenuously, "General, the army has been destroyed in hundreds of battles. Go to the river, look back thousands of miles, and the old friends will be gone. The water is flowing and the wind is cold in the west. The people in the house are dressed like
Snow. A strong man, but his tragic song has not yet been fully realized. The singing bird still knows how much hatred it is, but it does not cry clear tears and cries blood. Who can share with me, the drunken moon?!"