Since the hotel was burned last time, Zhu Youqian and Zhang Kongqing have moved directly into Xuan Academy and prepared dormitory for them, including food and accommodation, which can save a lot of money.
Just as Zhang Yiming was about to rest, he received news from Gu Lao looking for him.
"Tomorrow you go to the Ming family with me to meet Mr. Ming."
The ancient one is straight to the point.
Zhang Yiming remembered the old man he met a month ago.
lifeless.
This is his first impression of Mr. Ming.
Gu Lao said before that Zhang Yiming could extend his life span. In fact, Zhang Yiming was not unable to do it, it was just a little difficult.
Gu Lao glanced at him indifferently.
"Although the Ming family is not outstanding in China, it has a high status in the big island country."
"Hmm?" Zhang Yiming was puzzled.
"Most of the Ming family's industries are related to the Big Island Country, and 20% of the economy in the Big Island Country is related to the Ming family, you can think about it."
The ancient said slowly.
Zhang Yiming was surprised, he had never heard of this.
"So does this have anything to do with me going to Ming's house tomorrow?"
Zhang Yiming spread his hands out.
The ancient backhand shuddered and knocked Zhang Yiming on the head.
"Do you still want the golden flower stone?"
"Of course I want to."
Zhang Yiming took a breath and touched his forehead.
I haven't seen each other for a month, and the old man is very strong.
Ancient Taoist:
"The international situation between China and the Great Island Kingdom is already nervous. You cannot go as an official identity when you go to the Great Island Kingdom this time, nor can you reveal that you have an official identity!"
"But if you pass by as an ordinary person, I'm afraid you will be arrested by people from the Great Island Country without even seeing the thousand-year-old iron tree, let alone taking the golden flower stone."
"So you want me to go to the big island country with the identity of the Ming family?" Zhang Yiming said.
Old nodded:
"If you can have the help of Ming family, no matter whether it can be successful this time, at least your safety will be partly guaranteed! Furthermore..."
When Gu Lao said this, he stopped and his eyes were filled with loneliness.
Zhang Yiming remembers the ancient saying that Mr. Ming used to be a warrior who fought for the country. Perhaps due to various reasons, these two old men embarked on different ways of return.
But this does not prevent Mr. Ming from being a hero who should be respected.
A hero can die, but he cannot die with regret.
"I get it, I will do my best!"
Zhang Yiming couldn't do it to make Elder Ming live forever.
If you just reduce the torture of some illnesses and live a little longer, Zhang Yiming can still do it.
Gu Lao's hands trembled slightly when he heard this, his lips opened and his eyes were red.
After a long time, I didn't say anything, just sighed and asked Zhang Yiming to rest.
Zhang Yiming waited for a long time and thought Gu Lao would say something, but he didn't say anything.
Finally, he left with a lot of questions.
The second day.
Zhang Yiming found that ancient times seem to be a little different today.
All along, the ancient things Zhang Yiming saw were all wearing Tai Chi clothes, just like the old man who was exercising in the park.
But today, I wore Zhongshan outfits, which seemed very serious.
The old Ming family house is located in the middle of the suburbs of Beijing and the city. It is a bit quiet and does not look too cool.
As soon as Zhang Yiming got off the car, he saw Mingye.
Mingye opened the car door for Gu Lao, looking a little tired. Seeing Gu Lao couldn't even smile, he whispered:
"Old, Grandpa is already waiting for you."
The ancient answered softly.
The decoration style of the Ming family’s old house is the ordinary Chinese classical style.
It is somewhat different from the Su family and the related families.
As soon as you enter the hall, you will feel majestic and solemn.
Mr. Ming is currently living in a small villa behind the old house.
Along the way, there was no one except for seven or eight servants.
For the huge Ming family, there are only a few people who seem a little deserted.
Mingye's face was exhausted, but he still noticed Zhang Yiming's curious gaze and explained with a smile.
"My uncle and my second uncle live here. Now there are only two people here, my grandfather and I live here. In addition to the housekeeper and servant, there are only a dozen people. Grandpa likes quietness, so there are not many people in the family."
Mingye explained while leading the way.
Zhang Yiming can understand.
Last time, he said that Mingye's parents died since childhood and grew up with his grandfather, so Mr. Ming is naturally his whole story.
After nearly five minutes of leaving, the three of them arrived at Mr. Ming's room.
As soon as I opened the door, I was filled with a smell of traditional Chinese medicine, which was mixed with a faint familiar fragrance.
Zhang Yiming frowned and walked in.
Mr. Ming was sitting in a wheelchair, wearing a Zhongshan suit, straightened his back, meticulously, and coughed from time to time.
Behind him was a middle-aged man with white temples standing, gently patting Mr. Ming's back.
Mingye shouted in surprise as soon as he entered the door:
"Grandpa, why are you getting up!"
A smile appeared on Mr. Ming's pale face and said:
"I can't go out to greet the guests. It's already rude. Why are you lying down?"
Gu Lao took two quick steps, stepped forward and grabbed Old Ming's hand, and sat on the chair next to him.
"What else do you and I have to share with you or not?"
After saying only this sentence, the ancient eyes turned red.
Old Ming smiled slightly, then looked at Zhang Yiming:
"Long time no see, guy."
Zhang Yiming frowned, but his eyes were surprised.
A month ago, he realized that Mr. Ming had only two months of life.
One month later, logically speaking, Mr. Ming should have a lifespan of one month, but Zhang Yiming can now feel that Mr. Ming has reached a state where he can close his eyes at any time.
"Old man, it's only been a month, why have you made yourself like this?"
Zhang Yiming's words were a bit rude, but they made Mr. Ming feel comfortable and did not have that kind of stereotyped etiquette.
Mr. Ming laughed:
"I'm old, I can't stop talking about it. I don't care about it. It doesn't matter. Anyway, I've lived enough, and I've figured it out these days."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mingye and Gu Lao's mood became even more depressed.
Zhang Yiming knew that something must have happened this month.
If one month ago, Mr. Ming still had a strong desire to survive.
Then Mr. Ming has given up on survival and is determined to wait for death.
This is not possible.
Zhang Yiming has medical skills and methods, but if the patient is unwilling to do so, then it will be futile whatever he does.
"Old man, don't you want to watch your grandson get married and start a business? He has been following you since he was a child. You said that if you just leave like this, what if he is bullied? If you are gone, who can support him?"
Zhang Yiming pointed at Mingye and said.
When Mr. Ming heard this, his eyes moved slightly and looked at Mingye.
But soon, the light in my eyes went out.
"Mingye has grown up, even if I can accompany him for a while, I can't accompany him for a lifetime. People have to learn to grow up. I also believe that there is no coward in the descendants of the Ming family. Even if I am gone, Mingye will definitely live a good life.