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Su Wanfeng asked Su Jianbo where he wanted to go back to recuperate, Su Jianbo was silent for a long time, and then asked: "Can I go to your place?"

It is already very difficult for him to speak now, and his whole body hurts when he swallows his saliva.

"It's hard for me to walk now. You don't have to worry that I'll hurt the baby, right? If you're really about to die, you send me away. I won't die in your room, which will add bad luck to you."

Su Wanfeng: "I didn't mean that, I..."

He frowned: "I'll help you get discharged from the hospital."

Su Jianbo finally returned to the villas of Su Wanfeng and Zhan Juzhou.

Su Wanfeng packed up the room on the first floor for him to live in. This room is very well lit. After Su Jianbo moved in, his energy was much better than when he was in the hospital.

He always got up very early, and after Su Wanfeng woke up, he could see him and the baby sitting on the carpet in the living room playing.

Sometimes Su Jianbo would let the baby ride on his neck. The little girl liked this grandpa very much, and gradually she would start crying when she couldn't find Su Jianbo.

While cooking, Su Wanfeng watched the little girl happily rolling into a ball on the carpet, calling "Grandpa" and "Grandpa", feeling a little sour in his heart.

A long time ago, he has always had such a wish, to have a small but warm home, to have a child, to have a husband who loves him, to have a father who loves him...

Now everything seems to have come true, but everything seems to have come too late.

When sleeping at night, Su Wanfeng hid in Zhan Juzhou's arms and asked, "Is Su Jianbo sleeping with the baby tonight?"

Zhan Juzhou was a little sleepy, and he was in a daze: "Well, the baby insists on him...you are still worried? It's okay, go to sleep, I'll go and have a look later."

Su Wanfeng frowned: "I'm not worried about him, I'm worried that the baby will be too clingy to him, in case..."

What if one day Su Jianbo disappears, what will happen to the baby?

Zhan Juzhou patted Su Wanfeng on the back: "Don't think about what you have and what you don't have, maybe Su Jianbo will recover from his illness for the sake of the baby."

Su Wanfeng smiled helplessly: "You can comfort people."

"Go to sleep."

"Ah."

Anyone can say comforting words, but often the truth is always cruel.

At the end of the year, Su Jianbo's life was finally coming to an end.

He was lying on the bed, breathing again and again, the rise and fall of his chest became weaker and weaker, and there was an uncomfortable hoarse gasp from his throat.

Zhan Juzhou found a few doctors, looked at them, and said that it was hopeless, let's prepare for the funeral.

Zhan Juzhou had already picked out the cemetery last month. Su Jianbo's death was bound to happen sooner or later. This month, he became thinner for all to see, and his sleeping time became longer and longer.

Su Wanfeng started to stay by Su Jianbo's side. For most of the day, he sat by the bed and looked at Su Jianbo.

Little Xingchen is almost two years old, she has already learned to walk, and sometimes she would sneak into the room, hold Su Jianbo's hand, and babble, "Grandpa, play with me."

Zhan Juzhou will take his daughter away at this time, she is too young to see this kind of parting scene.

And at this time, he also wanted Su Wanfeng and Su Jianbo to be alone for a while longer.

When Su Jianbo was still conscious, let them send him away.

Su Wanfeng did not agree, and Zhan Juzhou understood very well that no matter how much Su Wanfeng hated this father, at this moment, he was still Su Jianbo's only son.

In the evening of this day, Su Jianbo woke up suddenly.

And the spirit looks good.

He leaned back on the bed, frowned and said to Su Wanfeng: "Why haven't you sent me away yet? If I die in your room, don't say I'm bringing you bad luck."

Su Wanfeng: "I'm not superstitious about which house doesn't kill people."

Su Jianbo smiled: "Then go and help me open the window, it's windy, the room smells like medicine, don't you think it smells bad?"

Su Wanfeng stood up and opened all the windows of the room.

There is a garden outside the house. Zhanjuzhou transplanted a few plum trees there some time ago, and they have already bloomed.

Su Wanfeng: "If you are in good health, you can get up and look at the plum blossoms. Zhan Juzhou planted them himself. They are very beautiful."

Su Jianbo: "I don't like flowers. What do you do? Your mother likes it. I remember that the garden at home used to be full of all kinds of flowers that your mother planted, such as roses, roses, crabapples...you were beaten by your mother." Once, crying, hiding in my study and refusing to go out because of grievances, your mother had to come to coax you in the end."

Su Wanfeng: "Yes, I know."

When he was a child, he always secretly picked the flowers his mother planted and took them to school to give to beautiful girls. Later, his mother beat him up with a feather duster and forced him to plant flowers himself for a semester. .

Thinking about what happened so many years ago, Su Wanfeng's heart was very dull.

Su Jianbo: "Wan Feng, forget what I did before if you can. Keep it in your heart, and you are the one who suffers."

"Although I'm not qualified to say the next thing, but when a person is about to die, his words are good. Just listen to me. I'm going to die. In this world, there will be no relatives who are related to you by blood. You want to Take good care of yourself and live a good life with Zhan Juzhou."

"You have a dull temper and a stubborn personality. If you have anything to learn, you should learn to discuss with Zhan Juzhou. He is the pillar of the family and earns money to support the family outside. You should take care of the family affairs, don't quarrel with him, and be more considerate of him. "

"You've grown up, and you have a family and children. Don't be as self-willed as before. If you are wronged, you can bear it. You have to get along well with Zhan Juzhou. He is the one who will stay with you for the rest of your life."

"If he really treats you badly, don't force yourself. You have hands and feet. They are all men. You can live your life without him..."

Su Jianbo talked for a long time, finally coughed a few words, and said hoarsely: "You are fine, did you hear me?"

Su Wanfeng's nose was sore, "If you were really worried about me, why did you get sick like this? I didn't have a mother when I was young. It's already pitiful enough. You didn't protect me. Now you know you regret it. What's the matter?" Use, why don't you throw me to Zhan Juzhou?"

"If he bullies me in the future, can you climb out of the coffin and help me teach him a lesson?"

Su Wanfeng's voice was extremely hoarse.

Su Jianbo closed his eyes and smiled: "He won't bully you... I'm very good at seeing people, and he will take good care of you. Even if I miss you, it's okay, it's okay..."

Su Wanfeng looked away, a line of tears couldn't help rolling down from his eyes.

Su Jianbo opened his eyes with difficulty: "Can you call me Sheng Dad?"

Su Wanfeng gritted his teeth, tears streaming down his face.

Su Jianbo sighed: "You still won't forgive me..."

Su Wanfeng wiped away tears with his sleeve, "You have said enough today, go to rest early."

"I'm not sleepy, I want to eat something."

"What do you want to eat? I'll prepare it."

Su Jianbo: "I want to eat beef brisket noodles made by your mother. I haven't eaten it for many years."

Su Wanfeng: "I can make it, but the taste may be different, just wait a while."

Su Jianbo nodded.

Su Wanfeng went to the kitchen to help Su Jianbo cook the noodles.

Ten minutes later, when Su Wanfeng returned to the bedroom, Su Jianbo had already left peacefully.

He was leaning against the pillow with a pale face, and the red plum blossoms outside the window were extremely bright.

Su Wanfeng put the bowl of noodles on the cabinet, then slowly bent his knees, and knelt down beside his bed.

"dad……"

Tears rolled out again, Su Wanfeng sobbed softly.

Zhan Juzhou heard the movement in the room, hurriedly opened the door and walked in, and saw Su Wanfeng knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

He walked to Su Wanfeng's side, knelt down too, and together with Su Wanfeng, he kowtowed three times to the person on the bed.

Then he helped Su Wanfeng up from the ground, turned around and went to the next room to pick up the little girl, and kowtowed to her grandfather.

Ever since he found out that Su Jianbo had left, Su Wanfeng's tears never stopped.

He clearly hoped that this man would disappear into his own world, but after Su Jianbo died, he felt that something was missing. From this moment on, he really became an orphan, and the only thing he could rely on was Zhanju continent one...

Zhan Juzhou said to the little girl: "Dad is very sad, go and tell Dad not to cry."

Xingchen staggered to Su Wanfeng's side, and wiped Su Wanfeng's tears with his fleshy little hands: "Father, blow, tears, Feifei."

Su Wanfeng hugged her daughter tightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Xingchen, Dad doesn't have a dad today."

Xingchen still couldn't understand the adults' feelings, she put her head into Su Wanfeng's arms, trying to cheer him up.

Zhan Juzhou: "I've contacted the funeral home, is that okay?"

"Um……"

An hour later, people from the funeral home came and took Su Jianbo away.

Su Wanfeng set up a mourning hall for Su Jianbo at home. According to the rules of their hometown, they had to stay for three days before being cremated and buried.

Zhan Juzhou issued an obituary, and many people came to mourn him.

Su Wanfeng got up early in the morning, tied a white cloth strip on his forehead, and put on his filial piety.

Zhan Juzhou is also bound.

Su Wanfeng frowned: "Forget it."

Zhan Juzhou: "Am I your husband?"

Su Wanfeng: "Yes."

"Is it legal?"

Su Wanfeng: "Of course."

Zhan Juzhou tied a white cloth on himself, also dressed in hemp and mourning: "Then I will naturally be like you."

Su Wanfeng's heart was sour: "I'm afraid of being seen, it's not good."

"Why not? Whoever has an opinion, I'll beat him up today."

Su Wanfeng had no choice but to say, "Then you will be responsible for receiving the guests later on."

Zhan Juzhou: "Well, don't force yourself."

Su Wanfeng's face was frighteningly pale, but he still shook his head: "I'm fine."

Not long after the two of them got up, someone came to mourn.

Zhan Juzhou was in charge of reception, and Su Wanfeng knelt in front of the coffin, kowtowing in return for everyone offering incense.

This is a particularly strenuous job, and the constant bending and bending made Su Wanfeng look like he was going to faint at any moment. Zhan Juzhou hurried over, picked up Su Wanfeng, and taught Ji Yanzhi: "Brother Yan, send me off!" He went home to rest."

Su Wanfeng struggled: "No, here..."

Zhan Juzhou knelt down at Su Wanfeng's original position: "Go, I'll return the gift for you, brother Yan and Fang Zhi are here to help, it's fine."