Chapter 509: Return to China Brother Gan understands that even if Hua Tuo is alive at this time, there is nothing he can do to save his life. Therefore, the old patriarch himself can be called a miracle doctor. The ultimate regret of any miracle doctor in the world is not to watch himself slowly die of illness and be helpless. He knows his own body very well. When the time comes, it will come, and no one can stop it, because death is the destination of each of us.
When Ke Yong, Zhang Yang and the others saw that Brother Gan was going so fast, they did not dare to step forward to dissuade them. They all bent down to avoid the wind. Ke Yong held the little girl A Li tightly in his arms and felt her presence. Trembling constantly.
The wind dried up Brother Qian's tears, and the tears fell again, and the cycle continued like this. It was not until the speedboat was approaching Siming Island that Brother Qian raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes and slowly slowed down. After coming down, most of the people on Siming Island gathered on the shore waiting for the arrival of Brother Gan and A Li. A Hua and several young men from the island were looking after the old patriarch in the thatched hut.
"Let's go, brother will take you to find grandpa!" After parking the speedboat on the shore, Brother Gan picked up little Ali who was leaning on Ke Yong's arms and looking at him doubtfully. As he spoke, he got on the shore and hurried to the shore. The crowd rushed to the thatched house, and the crowd dispersed to both sides in an instant, leaving a path leading to the thatched house for Brother Gan and A Li.
Ke Yong has always been in confusion. Even now, he still doesn't understand what happened. Looking at the clothes of the people on the island, he was almost stunned. His mouth was wide open as he looked at the people wearing Hanfu. The man and woman with long hair turned around and glanced at Zhang Yang: "Brother, what is going on?"
"The old patriarch on the island doesn't have much time left. I don't want him to have any regrets, so help him fulfill his last wish before his death..." Zhang Yang replied in a low voice, and as he spoke, he quickly got off the speedboat and followed him.
After hearing this, Ke Yong still looked confused. He looked around at the aborigines on the island and continued to ask: "Then what's going on with these people?"
"They? They are all the survivors of the Ming Dynasty in our country of China more than three hundred years ago. Since the Ming Dynasty was destroyed, they did not want to be subjugated slaves for the Qing Dynasty, so they came to this small island. They lived here for three hundred years. Many years..." Zhang Yang slowed down and explained in detail that he also heard this from Brother Qian. I'm afraid even Brother Qian doesn't know what is going on.
Ke Yong became more and more shocked as he listened, especially after carefully looking at the aboriginal people and the buildings on the island. He slowly believed Zhang Yang's words, but then he thought again and shook his head: "That's not right. Isn't that right?" Isn’t it possible that no one has been to this island in more than three hundred years? In this sea area, merchant ships, cargo ships, and warships pass by every day. It is impossible that they have not been discovered in more than three hundred years!"
"If you ask me, who should I ask, buddy, but no one should have noticed. If Brother Qian hadn't brought us here a few days ago, we wouldn't have been able to find the way!" Zhang Yang smiled bitterly after hearing Ke Yong's words and quickened his pace. Yong's question is also one that has been bothering him in the past few days. He originally planned to ask Brother Gan after the crisis on the island was resolved, but he never thought that now that the old patriarch has done something like this again, it seems that he can only postpone it. .
Ke Yong followed Zhang Yang into the thatched hut with full of doubts. The thatched hut was filled with ethnic people. Ahua and several strong young men knelt in front of the bed. Ali cried and held his grandfather's hand. Gan Ge lay on his back gently. The old patriarch shouted in his ear: "Old patriarch, look who is here... Look who I brought to you..."
Under the call of Brother Gan and the cry of A Li, the old patriarch blinked for a long time and opened his eyes very weakly. Although he was in pain all over his body, he did not cry out. His eyes were full of kindness. When he saw his precious daughter and granddaughter crying loudly in front of him, he quickly squeezed out a smile and persuaded: "Don't cry, girl, you won't be beautiful if you cry again. Grandpa is fine..." As he spoke, he raised his hand to caress her lovingly and tremblingly. The granddaughter’s little face wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"Woooo... What's wrong with you, Grandpa... What's wrong with you... Don't leave me..." Xiao Ali listened to his grandfather who was struggling to even speak. Not only did he not stop crying, but he cried even harder. He looked at his grandfather He was panting and sobbing all the time, holding his grandpa's hand tightly, as if he would lose it in the next second.
"Silly girl, grandpa will not leave you. Grandpa is just going to another country. Grandpa will miss you when you get there, and will protect my precious children and granddaughters from growing up healthily and happily..." The old patriarch shook his hand. He held the hand of his precious granddaughter and smiled, and looked up at his godfather, his eyes full of gratitude. He originally thought that he would not even have the chance to see his granddaughter for the last time, but he did not expect that his godfather would help him realize his last wish.
Upon hearing this, the little girl A Li pouted and cried, saying coquettishly: "I won't... I won't let grandpa go... I want grandpa to stay with me all the time..."
"Haha, obedient girl... tell grandpa, are you happy being with your godbrother?" The old patriarch gave a wry smile, trimmed his granddaughter's hair and asked with a smile.
"Well, brother God and sister Xiaoxuan and sister Xiaowan are very good to me, grandpa..." After listening to grandpa's question, A Li kept nodding his head and replied, thinking of the little demon girl and Qin Xiaowan.
"That's good...that's good. Remember, listen to my brother when grandpa is away from now on..." The old patriarch smiled happily. Since his granddaughter is living happily there, he feels relieved. He has nothing to worry about or let go of.
The little girl nodded obediently, holding her grandfather's hand with her little hand, her nose twitching and crying, which made the people present feel pity for her. The old patriarch's body suddenly trembled, and he almost couldn't breathe, and he kept panting. He caressed his granddaughter's hair and said, "Don't cry, dear boy. Grandpa and godbrother have a few words..." After saying that, he turned his eyes to godbrother.
"Old patriarch, if you have anything to say, just say it! I promise to do my best to handle it..." Brother Gan understood that the old patriarch was going to explain the funeral arrangements, so he quickly stepped forward and held the old patriarch's hand and promised.
After hearing this, the old patriarch nodded slightly. He said it was a nod, but his lips moved. At this time, he no longer had the strength to nod and shake his head. He could only see him holding his brother's hand tightly and giving instructions word by word. Said: "Xiao... Xiao Wang, thank you for saving Siming Island and... and the folks on the island. Finally, I ask you two... two things..."
"You said... you said the old patriarch..." Brother Qian said, squeezing the old patriarch's hand a little harder.
"Take... take care of Ali for me..." The old patriarch gasped and said word by word. His face was red from holding back, but there was no blood at all, and it was so white that it was scary.
"Don't worry...Ali is my biological sister. As long as I, Wang Xiaogan, take a sip, she will definitely have something to eat..." Brother Gan nodded heavily and assured that what he said was right, the old patriarch's life-saving method Well, he will never forget it in his life. Even if he goes to beg and asks for a mouthful of rice and doesn't eat it himself, he still wants to keep it for his granddaughter.
After hearing this, the old patriarch's empty and helpless eyes suddenly shone with some light. He believed that as long as the young man in front of him agreed, he would definitely do a good job. Therefore, from the moment he rescued Brother Gan, he had his sights set on Brother Gan, so Then he made a second request with trembling lips: "Ahua is still young. You have to pay more attention to Siming Island in the future. Someone is already targeting you. We can't let the people on the island die for no reason anymore. Really... If it doesn't work, just take the people back home, people can't forget their roots..."
The old patriarch was talking there, and Ah Hua was kneeling aside and sobbing softly. Brother Qian nodded heavily: "Old patriarch, I, Wang Xiaoqian, will do my best to protect Siming Island. As long as I am here, no one will think of it. Seize it and massacre the island's inhabitants, unless I die..."
"Okay...Okay..." After Brother Gan finished speaking, the old patriarch suddenly gasped and shouted the word "Okay" twice, then suddenly closed his eyes, with a kind smile on his face, and his hands drooped. When he got down, Gan Ge sighed and put down the old patriarch's hand. This could be regarded as a smile.
When A Li saw this, he looked at his grandfather who was no longer moving in horror. He rushed forward and cried loudly. Brother Gan took the little girl out by force. The person who left has already left, and the person who is still alive must be well. Live, this is Brother Qian’s view of fate. He said that it is better to live with a smile than to cry. When he arrived at the door, Brother Qian turned to the wailing Ah Hua and said, “Don’t be too sad, Ah Hua. Let’s prepare the funeral arrangements for the old patriarch. !”
Ahua cried and nodded. The people on the island kept pouring into the thatched hut, their eyes filled with tears, to see the old patriarch for the last time. Brother Gan took the crying Ali to the seaside and softly persuaded : "Don't cry, girl. Your grandpa will definitely be sad when he sees you crying in heaven. A happy and healthy life is what your grandpa wants to see..."
The next day, Gan Ge Ke Yong, Zhang Yang and the others buried the old patriarch together with the people on the island. They buried him on the mountainside where he often went, facing the sea and the direction of China. A Li dedicated his life to his grandfather. She made his favorite noodles and placed them in front of the grave. She did not cry while making these because she promised her grandpa to live a good life.
After doing all this, Brother Gan and the others planned to go back. Ah Hua wanted to keep them for a few more days. After all, they had been tired for so many days and they had to have a good rest anyway, but Brother Gan refused: "Ah Hua, Siming Island and the more than 500 ethnic groups on the island are now in your hands, so do your best..."
"Don't worry, Mr. Wang, I will definitely remember the words of the old patriarch and you..." Ah Hua nodded. Overnight, Ah Hua and little Ali seemed to have grown up. They knew that there would be no old patriarch to rely on in the future. They had to slowly become independent. When they saw the two speedboats parked on the shore, Ah Hua quickly said: "Mr. Wang, please drive away those two iron things, we don't need them..."
Brother Gan nodded after hearing this. He really didn't want these modern civilizations to impact the original purity of Siming Island. Not only would this kind of thing stop here, it would only bring disaster to them. Brother Gan even killed the pirates. The remaining AK47s and all the weapons were taken away. Getting rich overnight was very scary. Letting them come into contact with such advanced weapons all at once would definitely do more harm than good.