There was a deep crying, echoing in the room. Those were Wang Changxi's two little grandchildren.

The others, with distressed and regretful faces, looked at the old man lying on the bed and were silent.

From the generation of Wang Zushi, except for one Wang Lin, the Wang family is a simple and kind-hearted generation, and has a good relationship with everyone in Liuhua Village.

When Wang Changxi and Wang Changgui were young, they went hunting in the back mountains. No matter what they got, they would give some to the other people in the village.

They are not saviors, but they are also the pillars of Liuhua Village. They have changed the living environment of Liuhua Village.

Now, the once sturdy young man is lying on the bed, his breath is weak, and his eyes are hard to open.

"Squeak~"

The door was opened, and a cold wind blew in.

The figures of Su Han and Wang Hui appeared in front of everyone.

"Mr. Su."

"Mr. Su, you are here."

Most people spoke to Su Han, and Su Han nodded slightly.

Then, his gaze turned to Wang Changxi.

faintly remembered that when he first saw him, Wang Changxi was very thin, which was obviously caused by a lack of food.

Later, Su Han taught him martial arts, archery, and hunting.

With the improvement of life, Wang Changxi's body is getting stronger and stronger.

At this moment, he is very old, his face is covered with age spots, his hair is gray and white, and he has a long beard.

"Mr. Su, sit down." Wang Hui moved a chair over.

"You go to the guest room first." Su Han said.

Everyone nodded, and they all retreated.

Wang Changxi seemed to sense the arrival of Su Han, and he opened his eyes as much as he could, a far-fetched smile on his chapped lips.

"Mr. Su, you are here."

"Ok."

Su Han nodded, and also smiled: "Why, are you uncomfortable?"

"A little bit."

Wang Changxi wanted to sit up, but couldn't do it at all.

Su Han supported him, lying half sitting half sitting.

"After so many years, I am actually getting old too..."

Wang Changxi seemed to be back to light, not as weak as Wang Hui's mouth.

He quietly looked ahead, and slowly said: "I used to think that I will never grow old, I will always hunt in the back mountains, help Liuhua Village, become a middle village, even a big village..."

"It's coming soon." Su Han grabbed his hand.

is a bit dry and cracked, not to the touch, not as smooth as when I was young.

"Mr. Su, because of Wang Lin and his wife, my Wang family is really sorry for you."

Wang Changxi is full of guilt: "You have led us to this point, but it's a pity that I can't get out of bed anymore, otherwise, I must... ahem!"

"Speak less, I'm fine, don't worry." Su Han said.

Wang Changxi looked at Su Han for a while, then suddenly smiled: "Yes, you are a generous person, with your own character, how can you be as knowledgeable as that shrew."

"I lie in bed, and sometimes I think about it, and I feel that this life is really like a dream."

"There used to be gods who often appeared and would take some people from the village away, but after you came, nothing like this happened again."

"Not only that, under your leadership, my Wang Changxi has also become the leader of the village. The sense of pride and accomplishment, tusk...It's really hard to say!"

"It's just that I'm old, this body is not good enough, I am afraid that I will leave you a step ahead. The only thing I worry about is what will you do after I leave? Then **** Song Yu, will he get worse? Bullying you? Wang Lin is too weak and incompetent. In front of Song Yu, she doesn't even dare to let go. If she really comes to trouble you, who can support you!"

A deep worry appeared on his face, Wang Changxi was angry and hated.

"Don't worry about me, I am in good health. If you are really afraid of Song Yu embarrassing me, you can live well. Otherwise, I will have nothing to rely on." Su Han comforted.

Wang Zushi and his wife, Wang Changxi and three brothers and sisters, these are the closest to Su Han.

Other than that, Wang Lin and Wang Hui, who are all the third generation, are not close to Su Han.

Wang Lin naturally goes without saying. Wang Hui married out very early. After Wang Changxi's death, she will leave Liuhua Village. It is impossible to continue taking care of Su Han here.

Wang Changxi is worried about these things.

"My body, I know it myself."

Wang Changxi coughed violently. He covered his mouth with a handkerchief. When he took it off, a cloud of almost black blood appeared on the handkerchief.

"People, just can't be greedy in this world..."

Wang Changxi took a deep breath, trying to smooth his breath.

He looked at Su Han suddenly: "Mr. Su, before Xinlan died, she called me into the house. Do you know what she said to me?"

"I know." Su Han nodded.

He didn't overhear, but he could guess it.

"As expected of Mr. Su...Then I would like to ask you one more question. You saved my life when I fell off the cliff. Now if you ask you to save me again, would you still save it?" Wang Changxi said.

Su Han was taken aback.

He hesitated for a moment, but in the end he nodded and said: "Yes."

Wang Changxi showed a gratified smile, he flipped his hand and grabbed Su Han's hand~www.mtlnovel.com~ and sighed: "Enough, I have lived for seventy-five years, it is really enough."

Su Han was silent.

"Mr. Su, I have something that I put in the drawer over there. It is for you. After I close my eyes, you can take it out, but don't open it for now. When will you leave Liuhua Village? Open." Wang Changxi said again.

Su Han smiled and stretched out his hand and touched Wang Changxi's head: "The little guy back then, actually learned to keep things for me?"

Both of them are extremely old. The picture looks a bit wrong, but the sadness and distress are invisible and spread even more.

"You have taken care of my life, and I should take care of you once."

Wang Changxi slowly closed his eyes, his breath gradually weakened.

"Okay... I'm a little tired... I want to take a break."

"Mr. Su, don't go, just here... watch me here, watch me..."

The voice gradually became muted, until finally, completely silent.

Su Han looked at Wang Changxi, he was lying there, his eyes closed, very calm.

"Go..." Su Han grabbed his hand and tightened it slightly.

The spring breeze in youth, the proud achievement in middle age, the grief and regret in old age.

Wang Changxi's life is indeed not easy.

After a long time, Su Han stood up and opened the drawer Wang Changxi had mentioned before.

Inside, a brand new envelope was placed, and a pen was put on it: Mr. Su personally opened it. .

Su Han picked up the envelope. After a little hesitation, he did not open it directly, but placed it in his clothes temporarily according to Wang Changxi's instructions.

Huafan is only one last step away, and when he really wants to leave Liuhua Village, it will not be too late to open it again.