The perfect future of rebirth

"You go out first, I'll have a few words with Fu Sheng." The old man said to Zhang Qian.

Zhang Qian nodded, turned and left the ward. He always listened to the old man.

"I've always wanted to say thank you to you. If it weren't for you, I might have died a long time ago." The old man squeezed out a smile and said to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "You are welcome, this is what I should do."

"I don't understand, why do you help the orphanage so much?" the old man suddenly asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng was startled, and then understood what the old man meant.

After all, he has experienced too many ups and downs in life, even the most difficult ten years. In the heart of the old man, he has a deeper understanding of the human heart than anyone else.

In his opinion, it is really puzzling for Zhao Fusheng to behave like this at his age.

After a moment of silence, Zhao Fusheng laughed, and slowly said to the old man: "Grandpa, sometimes I often have dreams, in which my life is a failure, and everything around me is hopeless. Xiaopoor No laughing, money first, everyone seems to have abandoned their moral bottom line. When I wake up, I feel that this world always needs some warmth, even a little bit of self-righteous memory. It’s like seeing in the dark Sunshine may be the hope of tears streaming down the face, or the sadness of wanton laughter.

The world is full of contradictions, and there will always be too many accidents that make us at a loss for a while.

Therefore, I regard living as a practice, until I die. "

Chapter 528 Entrust

After listening to Zhao Fusheng's words, the old man was silent for a long time.

At his age, the old man naturally has his own way of distinguishing whether a person's words are true or false, but what surprised him was that Zhao Fusheng's words just now came from the heart.

In other words, the young man in front of him is really using this method to pray for inner peace.

Looking at Zhao Fusheng's face, the old man could feel that deep inside this young man, there was really a force just like what he said.

"You are a good boy."

After a while, the old man said something slowly.

Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly and shook his head gently: "Grandpa, I'm not a good person, I just do what I should do."

"Many people don't think they should do something. If you do it, you are a good person." The old man said slowly: "A good person is not what he says, but what he does."

Decades of life, ups and downs to today, the closer to the moment of the end of life, the old man's perspective on certain things, on the contrary, is different.

Zhao Fusheng was silent, the old man's words gave him an indescribable emotion.

"Go and call Xiaoqian in." The old man said slowly to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded, got up and went out, and called Zhang Qian who was sitting in the corridor to come in.

"Grandpa, you called me." Zhang Qian walked in and hurried to the old man's bed.

"From now on, you have to listen to Fu Sheng's words." The old man said to Zhang Qian: "In the future, you will listen to Fu Sheng's orders for the orphanage, you know?"

"I remember, Grandpa." Zhang Qian nodded honestly.

For him, listening to his grandfather has become a habit engraved in his bones since childhood.

Zhang Qian vaguely remembers that when he was a child, his grandfather went out to work every day. Every time he came back, he would buy some grapes for himself and his younger siblings. Children without father and mother, the hardships and ups and downs, the pity of outsiders, or numbness, cannot be explained in a few words.

"Go out and wait outside." The old man shook his finger to let Zhang Qian leave.

Zhang Qian walked out directly, and only Zhao Fusheng and the old man were left in the ward again.

The old man was lying on the hospital bed, his cheeks were extremely thin, and the illness had eroded his few vitality, making him look as if the oil was exhausted, as if he would leave the world that had made him work so hard all his life at any time.

"You know, even if I die, I don't want anyone to help the orphanage, because I know that once I accept it, according to Xiaoqian's character, his life will no longer be his own."

The old man held Zhao Fusheng's hand and said slowly.

Because of his body, he spoke very slowly, and every time he said a word, he had to spend a lot of energy.

But even so, the old man still insisted on finishing his sentence.

"After the orphanage, I will hand it over to you. As for Xiaoqian, I know you are a person who does great things, and I don't dare to have any extravagant expectations for you. As long as you don't let him do illegal things, let him live well , marry a wife and have children, I am satisfied."

After saying these few words, the old man let out a sigh of relief, as if he had let go of a heavy burden, and slowly closed his eyes...

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When he walked out of the ward, Zhao Fusheng's heart was very heavy.

The old man's words, like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening, beat on his heart, letting Zhao Fusheng know that sometimes, responsibility is also a kind of pain.

"How is grandpa?" Zhang Qian hurried over and asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand: "I'm asleep, it's nothing serious."

The old man's current physical condition is just to maintain his life. Just like a machine that has been in disrepair for a long time, it will be scrapped sooner or later. The human body actually has a limit. It is very difficult to recover.

In the last period of life, people are often struggling with the desire to survive. After all, it is better to live than to die. Even if it is only one minute longer, it is also a kind of happiness for the dying person.

Turning his head, Zhao Fusheng walked to the nurse's station and said to the nurse named Yang Panpan: "Nurse Yang, I want to ask, how is the old man's situation?"

Yang Panpan was stunned for a moment, then looked at Zhang Qian.

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand: "Don't worry, just tell the truth."

Although she is not a doctor, she is a professional nurse after all, and is responsible for taking care of the elderly. Zhao Fusheng thinks that Yang Panpan should have more credible words here.

The expression on Yang Panpan's face was a bit sad, she sighed, and said in a low voice: "Actually, the doctor also checked Grandpa's body. She said that Grandpa's health is just good or bad. It's been less than three months..."

As she spoke, she lowered her head. Obviously, she was also in a particularly bad mood.

Zhao Fusheng nodded, didn't say anything, please take good care of the old man, turned and left the hospital.

After walking out of the hospital, Zhao Fusheng did not choose to take a car, but walked on the street.

Zhang Qian was not in a good mood either, so he followed Zhao Fusheng silently, the two walked on the streets of Ninghai, one in front of the other.

Because it is August, the weather is very good, there are many people on the street, shoulder to shoulder, people and Zhao Fusheng and the others pass by from time to time, there are all kinds of people.

"Let's go for a walk in the park."

Standing at the intersection, Zhao Fusheng turned his head and said to Zhang Qian.

"Okay." Zhang Qian nodded in agreement, and the two walked together to Xilin Park not far away.

It is said that it was named after a certain mayor of Ninghai who was killed by bandits after liberation, but after many years, it is estimated that many people no longer know the name of this hero, but only remember this park.