At this time, Mr. Chu was standing in front of the desk and practicing words and practicing words deliberately. Even Chu Yunxi rushed in without any reaction, and his head was not lifted.
I still have a loss ... Like me now, except you add a big grandson to me, what else can you have! "
"Grandpa, He Qingwu is dead!"
Chu Yunxi hurriedly said.
"Ao, He Qingwu, he ..."
In the beginning, Mr. Chu hadn't responded, and still bowed his head to write words, but then his expression suddenly changed, and his hand held his hand suddenly.
An ugly ink.
However, Mr. Chu couldn't care so much, throwing the pen in his hand, raised his head sharply, and asked urgently with his face, "What are you talking about? Lao He head ..." He ... "
"He died!"
Chu Yunxi was very excited, solemnly nodded, rubbing his hands hard.
Father Chu heard the expression suddenly froze when he heard this, and his mouth was not closed for a while. He was stunned in place as petrified. A pair of turbid eyes were dull and dim, looking at it in front of him.
After seeing Grandpa's response, Chu Yunxi froze for a moment, and some surprised. He hurried forward and said, "Grandpa, what's what are you?! He Qingwu died, this is a great event, why are you unhappy ..."
Slap!
Before he finished speaking, his face was instantly slapped with a fierce slap.
Chu Yunxi covered his face, his eyes widened and looked at Grandpa, his face was shocked, and he didn't understand why the good grandpa beaten him.
"Little Rabbit, pay attention to your wording!"
Father Chu stared at Chu Yunxi's anger and scolded, "Just rely on you, not worthy of calling his name!"
Chu Yunxi looked at Grandpa, his throat moved, and he didn't say anything in the end.
"Although he is discord with our Chu family, this does not mean that you can be rude to him!"
Father Chu glanced coldly, and said sharply, "The whole hot summer, only I can not respect him, others are not qualified!"
Although he and Lao He headed for a lifetime, he fought for a lifetime, but he still recognized Lao He very much, and he was the only person he could look at his opponent!
Therefore, he does not allow anyone to disrespect to Lao!
Even if he is his favorite grandson!
Chu Yunxi saw his grandfather's harsh look, and he lowered his head a little bit, and didn't dare to say anything.
"Lao He head, Lao He head, you fought with me for a lifetime, in the end, did not lose to me yet!"
Father Chu turned his head to look out the window, looking at the position of He's family, and looked up with his hands, his face was full of pride, but this proudness was fleeting.
The sadness and loneliness, I can't help hurting, "But you are gone ... there is only one left left ... what does it mean to be alive ... You wait for me, I won't take long, I will go with you in the past
""
At the same time, he was filled with tears in his deep eye sockets. He had never wet his eyes for decades, and suddenly tears wet clothes.
With the death of Lao He head, they are only himself!
He couldn't help but have an inexplicable loneliness. The whole body and mind seemed to be emptied in a moment.
"Grandpa, don't think about it!"
Chu Yunxi was scared to hear Grandpa's murmur, and he hurriedly said, "You must have been a hundred years old, you can't leave us ..."
Hearing the grandson's words, the sadness of Mr. Chu's heart eased a little, and turned to look at Chu Yunxi, his eyes softly, and asked, "How is his face hurt?!"
"It's no longer painful, don't hurt anymore, as long as Grandpa is healthy and healthy, just hit me every day!"
Chu Yunxi hurriedly said.
"Bunny cub, just mouth sweet, but you should fight, who made you say what you shouldn't say!"
Father Chu sighed, and then said, "You will go to the house in person for a while, to mourn for me, and at the same time ask He Zichang, the time of Lao He's funeral, tell He Zichang, then I will go to Lao He in person in the past.
The last journey! "
"good!"
Chu Yunxi nodded.
"Remember, be polite!"
Father Chu told him coldly.
"Know!"
Chu Yunxi agreed solemnly, then turned to leave, gently closed the door.
Father Chu turned his head to look out the window again, and the scenes of the gunfire on the battlefield appeared in front of the battlefield.
I felt extremely difficult to get back, but now I can't go back.
His eyes could not help but blur, and his mouth sang even more, "General, the army of the army is cracked. The river beam, and the person is long.
Snow. The strong man, the sorrow is not thorough. The crying bird knows so much, and does not cry and cry with tears.