Farmer's Favorite

as time flows.

Xishan Town is getting bigger and bigger, until the time when Xishan Town and Genshan Town are connected.

Thus, a new place was created, that is Xigen City.

To say that the largest family in Xigen City is naturally the Xishan Zhuang family. The population of the Xishan Zhuang family at this time is not as small as it was 40 years ago. After more than 40 years, the Xishan Zhuang family can be said to be a big family.

40 years ago, the Xishan Zhuang family was already an imperial merchant, and what they were running was the rice paper business.

But now he still has the status of an imperial merchant, but the number of businesses he manages is innumerable.

It's just that, no matter how well and fast the dealer's development is, they have never thought of leaving this land and going to a more prosperous place from the beginning to the end, as if their roots have fallen under this land.

However, the head of the Xishan Villa is not here all year round.

Although he is a head of the family, he is also a hands-off shopkeeper. After his two sons became adults, he completely got rid of the burden on his back and put it on the two sons.

Just like now.

Zhuang Linghe, who was over forty years old, finally dealt with the account books in his hand, he stretched his body out of the door, and happened to meet Ke Ke who was rushing towards this side, with panic and eagerness on his face, seeing The second brother said as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, "What should I do, Mr. Wen is dying soon."

With a solemn expression on Zhuang Linghe's face, he brought his elder brother and found his third younger brother, and they headed towards Wu's house.

It was already midnight, and the Wujia was brightly lit, but there was an atmosphere of sorrow.

When they came to Wenzheng's room, they only saw Aiden standing aside with a serious face, Xiaoyi and Yu Ning standing beside the bed sadly, and Wu Tingyi half kneeling in front of the bed, stretching out his hand Holding Wenzheng's hand tightly, she used a lot of strength.

But there was a smile on his face, and he said softly to the drowsy person on the bed: "Wenzheng, don't be afraid, I will go to you when I arrange everything, you just stand where you are." Just wait for me, I will come to you soon."

As he spoke, his hand slightly stroked Wen Zheng's cheek.

He is no longer young at the age of seventy, and the wrinkles on his face are clearly visible, but in Wu Tingyi's eyes, this person is his true love, the love of his whole life, from generation to generation.

He hated the person in front of him, but at the same time he knew that Wenzheng was very uncomfortable at this time.

He suffered too much when he was young, even after he found Wenzheng, he has been recuperating until now, his body is already weak, and the pain brought by his body made him tremble while lying down.

Wu Tingyi was reluctant for Wen Zheng to leave, but he was also reluctant for Wen Zheng to continue to suffer such torture.

A tear fell from the corner of the sleeping man's eye, and Wenzheng slowly opened his eyes.

Only this time, there was no ignorance in this person's eyes, but clarity.

Very clear.

Wenzheng tried his best to raise his hands, but in mid-air, Wu Tingyi grabbed hold of him tightly. With a look of astonishment on his face, he asked in disbelief, "Wenzheng, you..."

Wenzheng squeezed out a smile from the corner of his mouth, and he just looked at the man in front of him, staring closely, as if he wanted to keep it firmly in his heart.

It's a pity that his body didn't allow him to continue watching at all, he could only open his mouth and yell three words silently, and fell asleep again.

But this time, until Zhuang Xinyan came back with Lin Qi, Wen Zheng never opened his eyes again.

It was only when Lin Qi held Wen Zheng's hand and called Uncle Wen Zheng's name.

Wen Zheng's breathing completely stopped.

Wen Zheng's funeral was very grand.

His tomb was chosen in the mountain of Xishan, and there were several small hills next to the tomb, under which were buried their close relatives.

And three days after Wenzheng went to the grave, Wu Tingyi also passed away. He walked peacefully without any pain. Even the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was waiting for this moment.

Xiaoyi had long regarded Wu Tingyi as his father, and Xiaoyi also took care of his funeral, and was finally buried beside Eminem.

The two are close to each other, as if they are dependent on each other for eternity.

In a short period of time, two close relatives left in succession.

For Xiao Yi, it was a blow.

Fortunately, there is someone by his side to accompany him, Yu Ning took him into his arms and hugged him tightly, and said to him: "You don't need to be sad, I believe that Uncle Wu can find you even under the Nine Springs." When it came to Eminem, did you notice that Eminem woke up and called Uncle Wu's name."

Xiao Yi hugged Yu Ning with his backhand, he naturally knew it.

At that moment, he knew that Ah Mu remembered everything, remembered the past and regained his clarity, so Ah Mu called Uncle Wu's name.

Three words, Wu Tingyi.

Xiao Yi thought, Yuning was right, no matter where Ah Mu was, Uncle Wu would find him.

Just like Uncle Wu found Eminem in Xishan Village.

……

Yu Chao 16 years.

In a mansion in Shangjing, a young man suddenly woke up from the school.

He looked back around, with a trace of doubt on his face, and the deepness in his eyes made him not look like a fourteen or fifteen year old boy at all.

"Wu Tingyi, what's wrong with you?"

This young man was Wu Tingyi. He saw the familiar scenes around him, and saw the classmates in his memory. He suddenly realized the environment he was in.

He came back, back to the years he and Wenzheng had.

There is no time to think about other things, and there is no time to figure out what he will do in the future.

He just rushed out quickly amidst the exclamation of everyone, just because he wanted to see the love in his heart.

Then Wu Tingyi ran out of the school.

Running to a long corridor, he saw the very familiar shadow in his memory, and he stood in the pavilion.

The man stood there, stretched out his hand, opened his mouth and silently called out his name.

The clarity in the eyes is just like the eyes of the last time in the previous life.

Wenzheng stepped forward slowly, he walked in front of the young man, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said, "This time, I will find you instead."