Stealing the Pen: Kirin's Primordial Lotus

Before Xie Yuchen could say a few words to Xie Laojiu, he saw Xie Laojiu close his eyes and his hands dropped.

He felt Xie Laojiu's pulse and knew that he was no longer alive.

He suddenly felt weak all over and knelt down in front of Xie Laojiu. He hugged Xie Laojiu's legs and burst into tears.

He recalled that when he was injured or sick, his grandfather would always look at him distressedly, with concern and worry in his eyes. In addition to his father, Xiaodie and master, his grandfather was also one of the people who cared about him the most. When he was injured, his grandfather would bandage his wounds personally, carefully handling every wound, for fear of hurting him. When he was sick, his grandfather would carefully feed him medicine, spoonful by spoonful, and gently comfort him: "Little Flower, don't be afraid of the bitterness, take the medicine and the disease will be cured." Grandpa would also chat with him, tell him some interesting stories or jokes, and let him forget the troubles of illness. Every time at this time, he would feel extremely warm and felt that he was the happiest child in the world. This kind of care and companionship made him understand that no matter what difficulties he encountered, his family would support him by his side, which also became his motivation to move forward courageously.

Uncle Xie and his group, including Er Yuehong, who were waiting outside the house, heard the faint sobbing sounds coming from inside the house.

Uncle Xie then realized that his father, who had protected him from the wind and rain and provided him with such a worry-free life, had passed away.

Er Yuehong's eyes also turned red. He had seen off his father and brought up his elders, as well as opera masters of the same generation and younger generation members of the same clan. Now it was finally the turn of his peers.

Uncle Xie pushed the door open with his men and knelt down in front of Xie Laojiu's bed.

Uncle Xie finally got a good look at his father, who had been so majestic all his life and had been his parasol for half his life. It turned out that his father was so thin. He had always thought that his father was tall and strong like a mountain, but now he saw a skinny and haggard old man. His face was full of wrinkles and his eyes were closed. He could no longer stare at him and say that he was a hopeless case.

However, Xie Lianping now really hoped that his father would stand up and give him a slap in the face, or point at him and call him a fool, because in this way, he would still be a child with a father.

"Dad..." Uncle Xie called out in a trembling voice, tears flowing down his face uncontrollably.

"Old man/Grandpa"

The second and third wives and grandchildren who followed behind him also knelt behind Xie Lianping, crying.

Er Yuehong followed the Xie family into Xie Laojiu's room. Looking at Xie Laojiu, who was once known as a Confucian businessman, he found that he had become so old that he could hardly recognize him.

Er Yuehong looked at Xiaohua, who was kneeling in front of Xie Laojiu's bed, holding his already cold hands. She sighed slightly and walked forward.

Er Yuehong squatted down, took Xiaohua's hand, and put Jie Laojiu's hand back on him, "Xiaohua, your grandfather is gone. What you should think about now is how to deal with the next thing."

Xiaohua looked at her master who was walking towards her, and suddenly something fell from her eyes. She threw herself into Er Yuehong's arms.

Er Yuehong hugged Xiaohua and patted his back gently. "Xiaohua, cry. It will be better if you cry. But you have to remember that you still have a lot to do."

Xiaohua choked up and said, "I know...but Grandpa...he passed away so suddenly..."

Er Yuehong comforted him, "People will always grow old, get sick and die. This is the law of nature. Your grandfather doesn't want to see you so sad."

Xiaohua wiped her tears and looked up at Er Yuehong, "Master, what should I do? What can I do to make grandpa feel at ease?"

Er Yuehong touched Xiaohua's head and said, "First, you have to take care of your grandfather's funeral properly. Then, you have to take good care of yourself and don't let your grandfather worry. Finally, you have to inherit your grandfather's legacy."

Xiaohua nodded and said firmly: "I will definitely do it!"

Er Yuehong smiled with relief, "Okay, let's start now. Let's go together to prepare for your grandfather's funeral."

So, the master and apprentice began to get busy preparing for Xie Laojiu's funeral. Although they were still sad, they all understood that life had to go on, and Xie Laojiu would always be in their hearts and accompany them forever.

The eldest uncle, the second uncle, and the third uncle of the Xie family also followed Xiaohua closely, ready to obey Xiaohua's orders at any time.

Before that, after Xiaohua left, Butler Xie took out a letter from Xie Laojiu's room and gave it to Xie Lianping.

The letter reads:

"My sons: I am writing to you. When you read this letter, your father will be gone. Don't be sad. Everyone dies since ancient times."

"Dad knows that I have always scolded you in the past. I was too strict with you and felt that you were hopeless. But Dad still wants to say that you are all good kids. Although you are naughty and cause trouble sometimes, Dad has always been proud of you in his heart."

The beginning of the letter made Xie Lianping and others who read it aloud blush. They never thought that at such an age, they would still be "humiliated" by their father in front of the younger generations!

"Lian Ping, I know the abilities of you and your brothers and sisters. It's a problem for you to even protect the family business, not to mention that you will have to compete and fight with those wolves and tigers from the side branches in the future."

"Your fourth brother Lianhuan was once my most promising heir, but he was tricked and taken away by someone. In the end, I had to kick him out for the sake of the family. As a father, I feel sorry for him, but I can't gamble the lives of someone in my family on the possibility he mentioned."

"I am sorry for you kids in this life. But I can tell you that even if Xie Lianhuan didn't exist, I would never have considered you for the Xie family's assets. Xiaohua is the heir I finally decided on after careful consideration."

"You just need to remember that no matter what happens in the future, you must stand firmly behind Xiaohua and always trust Xiaohua's decisions."

"Because only in this way can you live safely and continue your extravagant life just like when I was still alive."

"If I find out that you are pretending to obey but actually disobeying me, don't blame me for coming to you in the middle of the night. As long as you behave yourself and don't covet things that don't belong to you, you will live a more comfortable life than before."

"Finally, I hope you can grow up healthy and happy. If you ever run into trouble, come and visit your father's grave. Even if I risk my soul being torn apart, I will come one last time to protect my children."

After reading the letter, Xie Lianping and his friends' eyes became moist and tears flowed unconsciously. Although the letter was short, it contained the father's deep love and expectations for his son.

Butler Xie stood aside and silently watched the eldest master, the second master and the third master crying while holding the letter paper, and thought in his heart: Master, your efforts have not been in vain, the eldest master and the others are all good children.

The Xie family hoisted the white sail. Er Yuehong was an outsider after all, so it was not good for him to stay in the Xie family for too long. After he told Xiaohua what to do next, he returned to the Hong Mansion. The Zhang family and Wanchongshan people who had returned with Xiaohua followed Xiaohua in batches, fearing that someone would take advantage of this time to assassinate Xiaohua.

The people from the side branches did not cause any trouble during the funeral, as if they were brewing a shocking conspiracy.