Cai Gen suddenly fell on his back, which shocked Guan Shanle and Qi Mingpu.
He raised his hands consciously and took a big step back.
"Cai Gen, we didn't touch you. You fell down on your own. Don't even think about touching us."
"Laoguan, it's okay. I have a driving recorder with me. We are not afraid of trying to reason with you wherever we go."
Guan Shanle looked at Qi Mingpu and was surprised when he actually took out a recorder from his jacket pocket.
"Lao Qi, didn't you come by plane? Didn't you also drive?
Besides, even if you drove here, why did you hang a dash cam on your body?
Is the trust between people now so fragile?
Do you want to record it all the time to protect yourself?"
Qi Mingpu smiled awkwardly and did not hide it.
"The doctor said I have Alzheimer's disease and am becoming more and more forgetful.
Carry a recorder with you to be on the safe side.
Even if you forget, you can always take a look and remember it so that you won’t find your way home.”
Guan Shanle felt sour in his heart. The days of old guys like him are numbered, and time is making us grow old.
I remember that Qi Mingpu’s birthday was two months younger than mine, and looking at his appearance, he was more than 20 years older than himself.
Now that he has such a serious illness again, after thinking about it from his perspective, Guan Shanle feels even more uncomfortable.
"Lao Qi, I didn't expect your condition to be so serious.
Then why are you running here so far away?
What should I do if I get lost?
Are the juniors at home safe enough to let you out?"
When Qi Mingpu mentioned his family members, his eye circles turned red unconsciously.
Another helpless sigh, this breath seemed to breathe out the endless vicissitudes of life.
"Our Qijia clan is similar to the Ma Jia clan.
In this generation, the population is not prosperous to begin with.
There are a few good seedlings, and I originally wanted to focus on cultivating them and then take over my class.
But when I went to the ancestral land to practice, none of them came out and couldn't withstand it.
To tell you the truth, are you not afraid of your jokes?
Now in our lineage, the only ones who can do it are me and my grandson.
The rest are all old, young, women and children, who are not as good as me.
What do you mean if I don't come to fix it? This line of work can't be cut off in my hands, right?
Then how can I have the honor to enter the ancestral grave?
Okay, don't make that expression, I don't need your pity.
Before I become an idiot and forget everything, I must do what my ancestors told me.
Then I can close my eyes no matter what."
As he spoke, Qi Mingpu took off the recorder and checked it, as if to hide his embarrassment and complicated mood.
As a result, it exploded and the recorder fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.
What the hell, I forgot to turn on my phone when I woke up in the morning.
The part just now was not recorded.
This Cai Gen actually has no lower limit,
Others are all about escaping from earth and water, and the more despicable ones are escaping from urine and excrement.
Cai Gen is amazing, he actually took the death escape route.
He would rather die than help me, he is really a character."
Guan Shanle patted Qi Mingpu on the shoulder distressedly.
What this old brother is encountering now is like forgetting to take the medicine to cure his forgetfulness. That is quite embarrassing and extremely funny.
Regarding the perception of life, Qi Mingpu is much better than Guan Shanle.
When he heard that Cai Gen had really died, Guan Shanle couldn't accept it. It was a bit too sudden.
Especially the attitude of his companions towards Cai Gen's sudden death was even more difficult for Guan Shanle to accept.
A stretcher was pulled out from somewhere, and everyone skillfully placed Cai Gen on it.
Several restraint straps were pulled out and Cai Gen was fixed on the stretcher.
He was covered with a quilt, especially his face, and followed the standard funeral route.
All I have to do is stuff paper money at the head and feet and tie it with a red string.
It looked like he was well prepared.
One by one, they were quite calm and performed their duties without any panic, as if they had practiced it countless times.
Apart from chattering around, I was a little helpless and couldn't find my place.
Seeing that no one in this group was paying attention to him, Guan Shanle probably wouldn't blackmail him, so he asked in a low voice.
"Chacha, what does this mean?"
Before Chat could reply, Qi Mingpu answered first, probably wanting to tell everything he knew before he forgot.
"Laoguan, there is no doubt that Cai Gen is definitely dead.
Breathing, heartbeat, pulse, blood pressure, and brain waves will all be reset to zero now that the device is installed on him.
Moreover, the soul is no longer there, completely dead.
What is my destiny? I finally saw the real Buddha, but in the end I didn’t have the chance.
Your family is really lucky. They got a good deal for you before Cai Gen died.
There must be smoke coming out of the ancestral tomb, so hurry up and put out the fire."
Cha Cha's thinking is relatively clear, although he doesn't know when Cai Gen will come back to life after his death this time.
But like everyone else, he had nothing to worry about.
Since Xiaosun and the others were here, it was hard to say anything clearly, so I just gave Grandpa a subtle wink.
After all, he was raised with shit and urine from a young age, why doesn’t Guan Shanle understand?
Things are definitely not what they seem, and Cai Gen's death is definitely not the end.
It suddenly occurred to me that when I brought Cai Gen to Iceland, the person who brought Cai Gen on board the ship was also a dead Cai Gen.
As a result, after arriving in Iceland, Cai Gen was very active, went to the hot springs and returned home, and didn't delay anything.
Could this be the way for the Kushen lineage to recuperate?
From time to time, when I have nothing to do, I just die out of boredom.
Should I say it or not? This method is quite abnormal.
Seeing that they were about to move Cai Gen to the RV, Guan Shanle hurriedly moved in.
What is the situation? Should I send him to the hospital or to the crematorium?
If there are no special requirements and you must return to your hometown, we can also bury you here.
Why don't you bury it in my family's ancestral grave, there is plenty of space."
Cai Gen's friends looked as usual and were doing whatever they were supposed to do. No one paid any attention to Guan Shanle, and they all could tell that he had cut his throat and was looking for something to say.
Even if Cai Gen really died, it would be impossible to be buried in the ancestral grave of their Guarjia family.
Xiao Sun stood up at this time, and it was his turn to take charge of the situation.
"It's time to stop talking nonsense, your family's affairs are finished.
We are going to the airport and going home.
Azhu, how is your flight contact?"
Shi Huozhu was holding the phone, his face was red, he hesitated for a long time without saying anything, and finally burst into tears.
"Grandpa, I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for Boss Cai, I've embarrassed you.
I just called my uncle Shi Zhixuan and asked him to arrange a transport plane.
He actually told me that he had no budget and rejected me directly.
Then, he hung up the phone on me.
He dared to hang up on me. I was so aggrieved.
Shi Zhixuan, that bastard, why doesn’t he have any idea in his heart?
Do you understand my situation?
Grandpa, don’t worry, if I don’t cut him when I get back, I will be yours to raise.”
Alas, Xiao Sun immediately understood that there was something going on here, and it was definitely not as simple as the budget.
Shi Huozhu is messing around with Cai Gen. This matter should be a big deal in their family.
Shi Zhixuan dares not to cooperate? Someone must be supporting him.
I would rather offend Cai Gen than cooperate. What's the secret?
These are all things for later. How can we go home without a plane?
Do you have to spend your own money to fly?
Xiao Sun roughly imagined the cost and thought that if he made the decision, he would really charter a transport plane and return home.
It is very possible that Cai Gen is distressed and will never wake up.
Since Shi Huozhu can't find his grievance, what should he do?
As soon as Xiao Sun looked sad, Guan Shanle found an opportunity.
"Oh, if you want an airplane, isn't it readily available?
Lao Qi's plane is at the airport, why are you looking for someone else to do it?"
Xiao Sun was in trouble. After all, Cai Gen would rather not give up the artifact, but he also wanted to refuse. He couldn't make the decision.
"At this juncture, my third uncle has made it clear just now that we have to wait until he comes home to talk about anything."
Guan Shanle laughed and stuffed the four artifacts under Cai Gen's quilt.
"Oh, who said I won't go home? I will definitely go home.
Lao Qi's family is also from your country, in the north of Xinjiang, not far from the northeast.
It's just a matter of stepping on the accelerator, why don't we take a quick turn and take you home first?
Come on, come on, everyone get in the car, let's go to the airport,
Lao Qi, what are you still doing?
Get in the car, why did you forget?"
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