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's dead!"
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..."
Snap!
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, 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 choked and sang, "General, the army of the army is cracked. The river beam, and the people are long.
. The strong man, the sad song is not thorough. The crying bird knows so hateful, and does not cry and cry with tears.