When Zhu Jun told him about the space, the only thing he could think of was that it would be convenient and useful in fighting and that he could defeat the invaders.

But when Zhu Jun disappeared from his sight, his definition of space was opportunity.

He also wanted such an opportunity.

His requirements are not high, just being able to see Zhu Jun is enough.

At first I could only see it in my dreams, and I could explain it away with dreams, but when it appeared in the mirror...

He knew his chance had come.

God finally heard his prayer.

He asked her why she didn't appear in front of him but only in the mirror?

Wen Zhujun said angrily: "What are you talking about! I'm fine in the underworld, how can you be such a rotten old man who has been nagging about me for decades! The deeper the obsession, the more real it becomes! Before it was a dream, now it is a mirror, and after that it will be reality..."

"Isn't this great?" he said cheerfully.

"What's good about that? I'm a ghost, and you're a human. You really saw me in front of you, which means your life span is coming to an end! Do you really want to die?"

Zhang Hu said sweetly, "I haven't heard your voice for a long time. Let's talk a little more."

"..."

Pervert! He's getting more perverted as he grows older!

Wen Zhujun fulfilled his wish and continued to curse.

Zhang Hu was very satisfied. He had never been so satisfied in all his years.

"Hey, wife."

“…”Ahhhhhh!

Wen Zhujun started cursing again.

The teenage Wen Zhujun was indeed a young lady who had studied abroad and the daughter of a capitalist family. However, after going to the battlefield with her lover, she developed a bad temper. Whenever she and Zhang Hu disagreed on tactics, they would curse each other for hours and no one could stop them.

I never thought that the older people get, the more perverted they become. Even more perverted than that pervert.

Only Wenzhu-kun still looks the same as in my memory.

After she had scolded him enough, Zhang Hu said, "Our granddaughter has the same temperament as you and the same methods as me. She is the most like us."

"You mean Qiao Yu?"

"You know her too?" Zhang Hu was stunned for two seconds, then said, "When you left, she wasn't even born yet..."

"Hmm. So what?"

Zhang Hu shook his head and said excitedly, "This granddaughter is amazing. She even married Old Zhou and helped to prop up our Zhang family. From now on, I don't have to worry about these things..."

He talked a lot with Zhujun, but he could only see her during the day. At night she said she was busy.

Until she couldn't stand it anymore and disappeared on the fourth day.

He was a little dazed that day, so he had to play chess with Qiao Yu to divert his attention.

She was indeed an expert at making people angry. She could scold a baby until he stopped crying, and she could also make an elderly person angry so that he would improve himself and actively divert his attention.

After playing a game of chess, how could he care about his wife? He was just competing with Qiao Yu in wits and courage.

His obsession is still too deep.

As a result, the nerves are no longer tense, and from this point on, the disease begins to recur frequently.

He remembered that he was clearly God, and that he had rescued the old men who were dry, powerless, and walking like corpses in the cage. He had set them free, and he was a hero...

He was radiating holy light.

When I woke up, I saw the messy petty bourgeoisie and the figure of Sister Wang chasing livestock.

He met Qiao Yu's gaze nervously.

Fortunately, fortunately his disease was discovered early, and fortunately the little goldfish's behavior = warning, otherwise, if we indulge him in his behavior of liking children and surrounding himself with children, who knows what would happen?

He discovered a pattern: the more obsessed one is with something, the more likely one is to have a relapse.

He discovered this when he was trying to secretly eat goose meat at night and it got stuck in his throat and he almost died from the spiciness.

Zhu Jun came to see him again.

He was a little scared: "Are you my imagination?"

"What are you doing?" Zhu Jun looked at him and frowned.

He forced a smile, put his hand on the mirror, and said, "Yes, it's so real, every wrinkle on the face is so clear, how could it be fake?"

Zhu Jun started to get angry again: "What are you talking about? I'm so young, how can I have any wrinkles on my face!"

Look, every expression is so vivid, how could it be his imagination?

It was clearly an opportunity bestowed upon him by God.

Oh, don’t be superstitious.

Superstition will lead to a beating and will affect the future of grandchildren...

He chatted with Zhu Jun for a few more words. After she left, he turned around and saw his granddaughter at the door.

ah.

ah?

Been seen.

was discovered.

How should he edit it?

In fact, he didn't need to make up the story, his granddaughter believed him.

Even though the topic was repeatedly diverted, his granddaughter just believed in him!

At first, he wanted her to believe him, but the reality was that she questioned his belief in her character.

Um.

His granddaughter will turn the tables.

Who are the two people I feel most sorry for in my life? Besides Zhu Jun, it is this granddaughter.

I clearly didn't raise her, I found her halfway through, and it was she who stayed with me for the last moments.

She really is the granddaughter who says one thing and means another and has the toughest mouth.

Yes, the children she adopted had some of her problems.

The responsibility of a soldier's son, Zhou Wen's meticulousness, Zhou Wu's stubbornness, Dawei's evil heart, Xiaoyong's acting skills, although they are not related by blood, all of them have her shadow.

Mr. Qiao told him that he was in good health and all his body functions were fine, so he shouldn't worry about anything else.

Is this okay?

Most elderly people from ordinary families cannot take care of themselves when they reach his age. Apart from occasional stomach problems, he doesn't look like an old man at all.

Old-fashioned? Yes, I did, when I was in the Party School.

If you can’t even take care of yourself, how can you take care of personal hygiene?

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Xiaoyu took good care of him.

But compared with people of the same age, his body was relatively healthy, but his insides were already full of sores.

Do you know the feeling of being unable to breathe in the dark and relying on some faint light to survive?

He has always been in darkness, but after the glimmer of light illuminates the world, everyone else is colorful, especially the young people, who have a future and prospects.

What is left for this old man?

Nothing.

He had already merged with the darkness, with only his last breath hanging on.

No one could save him.

Fortunately, he left with a smile.

Died peacefully at old age.

That night, as if realizing something, he dug out the newspapers where Xiaoyu had published articles and the photos he had taken, and turned on the desk light to look at them repeatedly.

"You're looking so intently? Let me see, too."

His pupils shrank slightly and he looked up in disbelief. Her face as a girl was right in front of him.

“You…you…”

She sighed, "Didn't I tell you? My presence in front of you means your life is coming to an end."

"Then I..."

"Hurry up and lie down, don't scare our granddaughter tomorrow."

"Oh, okay."

He ignored the newspapers and photos scattered on the floor. He turned off the desk light, lay flat on the bed, placed his hands neatly on his chest, and felt the last beat of his heart.

"Close your eyes."

"Hmmmm."

"Smile."

Yes, smile.

As his breathing gradually weakened, he said, "I am old. Am I no longer worthy of you after I become a ghost?"

"Silly man. After death, the soul will remain in the best state it was in life. How can it be considered worthy or not?"

"That……"

He stopped breathing.

Before he could see them, he saw eight people.

Wen Zhujun, Zhang Fufu Yujing, Zhang Zhan Zhangzhou, Qiao Yu, a girl who looks a lot like Qiao Yu, and...

Himself.

No, no, these three kids have to kick!

After kicking out the three children, the corners of his mouth gradually rose.

The breeze was blowing and the moonlight was shining all over the earth.

It was like experiencing a disturbance, but also like nothing happened.

Zhang Hu was born in 1894 and died at the end of 1980 at the age of 86.