Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

Cao Zhifeng supported the door frame with one hand and rested his other arm on the steering wheel. He lowered his head and looked at the seat mat under his feet.

If someone could see his eyes, they would be able to detect a deathly hollowness and despair in his pupils.

It is difficult for people who have never experienced the state of despair to understand, but as long as they see Cao Zhifeng at this time, anyone can understand the meaning of this word.

Cao Zhifeng, with his broad shoulders and back, originally looked majestic, but now he was lying on the steering wheel, showing an extremely rickety posture.

His shoulders were slumped, and the muscles in his back were as flabby as a puddle of mud.

Even though Wei Qingyun calmed down and said a few hesitant words of relief, Cao Zhifeng's eyes still couldn't shine again.

He simply stopped trying to persuade her. Wei Qingyun actually knew very well that if his father hadn't still been around, maybe he would have been in a very similar state to Cao Zhifeng after losing his sister.

Except for figuring it out themselves, people in this state cannot listen to anyone's words of comfort.

Empathy is not a vague word in some situations.

Wei Qingyun sighed slightly in his heart, unable to think of any way to cheer up Cao Zhifeng.

He roughly estimated the time. Nearly two hours had passed since Cao Zhifeng received the call and the car suddenly lost control and almost hit the guardrail and stopped.

In the past two hours, except for seeing Cao Zhifeng throw away the phone, punch the steering wheel, and then spurt out large mouthfuls of blood, he kept doing this.

Under normal circumstances, it is very possible to say that Cao Zhifeng fell asleep on his stomach because he was too tired.

However, Wei Qingyun knew very well that people cannot fall asleep easily when they are extremely angry and sad.

He saw with his own eyes that after Cao Zhifeng spurted out several mouthfuls of blood, his face suddenly declined, showing a dying gray look.

If he hadn't been able to detect the weak breathing of the other party, Wei Qingyun would have even thought that he had died.

This is not an exaggerated statement. Judging from Cao Zhifeng's state, the possibility of being overly sad is indeed very high.

You must know that Cao Zhifeng had stayed up all night because of his actions last night, plus the self-blame and guilt for accidentally killing Wei Ting, and the shock of seeing Wei Jidong's hemiplegia. Basically, his mind has become a tight knot. of strings.

Under such heavy psychological pressure and burden, how sad and desperate is it to suddenly learn of the death of your daughter?

It’s no wonder that when the call was connected just now, Cao Zhifeng was convinced that the other party had made a mistake, and even called the person in charge of the other party.

Which father's first thought is to believe that his daughter is dead, instead of hoping that the news is wrong?

Even if they know that the possibility of this hope coming true is slim, anyone will grasp this life-saving straw without hesitation.

In the end, Cao Zhifeng failed to get what he wanted, and the answer was extremely unlikely. How could he not collapse?

You must know that Cao Jinshi was his only daughter, and Deng Yong was basically half a son. A car accident killed two people. Who could easily withstand such a heavy blow.

Wei Qingyun knew this very well.

Even though he is mentally immature and not even as old as Cao Jinshi, from the various changes in Cao Zhifeng, one can understand that this man is despairing and cannot even compare to his own father's mentality.

Naturally, he could roughly think of the reason for this. Wei Jidong's legs were broken by Luo Fan, and the grief, anger and hatred in his heart were obviously greater than despair.

What's more, his father still has himself and his sister by his side. No matter how hard the life is, he will still force himself to survive and will not show his depressed side.

Now that her sister has passed away, she is the only one left. No matter how hurt her father is, it will not be revealed in front of her.

No matter how harsh the words are, he and his father can still depend on each other, but from today onwards, Cao Zhifeng is truly alone. It is indeed unknown whether he can get over this kind of grief.

A series of messy thoughts flashed through Wei Qingyun's mind. Looking at Cao Zhifeng's hair from the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but sigh.

In the past, he had only seen the scene of bald hair overnight in stories. He always felt that this was an exaggerated description. In fact, such a situation could not happen.

However, Cao Zhifeng's changes in just two hours changed his mind.

It's not just a night of baldness, it's an instant of baldness.

In the short period of time after Cao Zhifeng spat out several mouthfuls of blood, he only had a few sparse white hairs, which lost their luster and vitality at a speed visible to the naked eye. Most of his hair became pale, leaving only black hair. The hair is also dull gray.

A middle-aged man with strong blood suddenly looked much older than his father. Wei Qingyun really felt a little miserable.

The hemp rope is cut at the delicate point, and bad luck finds the poor.

This is a common saying that he also heard from some of the early visitors after Wei Jidong's accident.

It wasn't until this moment that Wei Qingyun realized in hindsight what kind of helpless and desolate mood was hidden under these words.

In the eyes of others, Cao Zhifeng was considered successful in his career and had a beautiful daughter, so he could not be associated with a miserable person.

But who knows his past and doesn’t know about the past at the border of Ningzhou?The real power position of the Law Enforcement Bureau was also replaced, and he was transferred to the Anti-Narcotics Detachment and stayed there for so many years.

Finally, thanks to Jiang Ran, the contraband trading market in Yanshan City was wiped out in disguise. Po Tian's credit had not yet been determined, but Wei Ting was killed first, and the news of her daughter's death was learned later.

To say such an experience was miserable would be an understatement, but to describe it as horrific is actually not an exaggeration.

Wei Qingyun looked at Cao Zhifeng's mostly gray hair and felt a chill for no reason. He didn't know if it was the feeling rising from the bottom of his heart, or because the car had been parked on the roadside for too long and the temperature inside the car dropped.

He rubbed his hands and shouted in a still hoarse tone: "Cao Zhifeng, are you okay?"

Sympathy was sympathy, but Wei Qingyun still found it a bit difficult to accept that he immediately changed his attitude and became polite.

After asking, he waited for a few seconds and noticed that Cao Zhifeng had no response. He sighed and asked again, but still couldn't get any response.

Wei Qingyun scratched his head helplessly and turned his head to look at Wei Jidong, who had been silent.

The other person was half lying on the back seat with his eyes squinting slightly. He was covered with a thin blanket and looked like he was sleeping soundly.

"Dad, with Cao Zhifeng's current condition, can we just keep waiting here?"

Wei Qingyun was not impatient to wait, but was worried about other things.

"I still have to keep a wake for my sister. If I delay it too long, I won't have enough time for the wake."

The temperature in Yanshan City drops rapidly after autumn, but the body cannot be left for a long time, and it is not a problem to spend time here with Cao Zhifeng.

"Wait a little longer." Wei Jidong said slowly, "Captain Cao is not someone who is easily defeated. Besides, he probably still has a lot of things to do."

"No one else can help him in his current state. We can only wait for him to collect his emotions and come out."