696 Finale (2)
Three days later.
Ping An submitted his resignation.
The emperor naturally disagreed, "Teacher, you are obviously less than 40 years old, you can at least work for the court for another 20 or 30 years. I plan to promote you to prime minister next year."
Three months later, the old man of the Sun family, Sun Yinan, became seriously ill and died in just one month.
The old lady of the Sun family, who was also in her eighties, was seriously ill and bedridden. Looking at his master's increasingly gray hair, Ping An once again submitted his resignation letter and had a detailed conversation with the emperor for an entire afternoon.
This time, the emperor had no choice but to approve his resignation, leaving only his position as the imperial tutor.
This is very puzzling. He is still very young and in the prime of his life. He is about to become the prime minister, the head of the civil servants. How could he bear to resign and go home?
Even his biological father, Chang Chunfeng, who is now nearly sixty years old, is still doing well as the Minister of Personnel.
Among these puzzled people, Chang Chunfeng was one of them.
"Ping An, don't you think it's a good idea for father and son to both hold important positions in the court?
Then you are totally wrong.
My father is already fifty-eight years old. He will have to retire at sixty-three. I don't necessarily have to work until retirement age. I can retire a few years early on the grounds of poor health.
Mu Yang has just started working in the Imperial Academy, Ping Xuan and Yan Er are just county magistrates, it won’t be too late for you to resign after ten or eight years.”
Ping An smiled and shook his head.
"Dad, it's not because of this, I just don't want to continue to be an official.
In the past few years, the Emperor has been trying to promote me and even thought about raising my title, but I don't want to and there is no need. These are just right now. A tall tree attracts the wind, and being too popular is not necessarily a good thing.
Mu Yang will not be worse than me in the future, having him at home is enough, I just want to have a good rest, be free, spend more time with you, and practice medicine, there are many things to do in the hospital, I am very busy. "
Chang Chunfeng sighed.
"It's up to you. I only plan to work until I'm 60 and then quit. Ping An, don't think you're annoying when the time comes. We've been together less than we've been apart for most of our lives. I also want to follow you around after I quit my job."
Ping An smiled and put his arm around his old father's shoulders. The handsome man back then now had a head full of white hair and fine lines at the corners of his eyes.
"Dad, I will take you everywhere and have you eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks."
Chang Chunfeng smiled. He didn't care about eating delicious food or drinking spicy drinks, but he really wanted to follow Ping An for a while.
After the age of 60, you can only move for a few years.
I have been an official for my whole life. If you think about it carefully, it is just like that. Let Mu Yang, Yan Er and others continue to be officials.
The old lady of the Sun family passed away in June of the following year.
After all, the old lady is already eighty years old, and everyone has already let it go.
But Sun Hongyu was obviously a healthy man, only in his seventies, but he never woke up after his sleep that night.
This made Wan Changsheng extremely sad. In his heart, Sun Hongyu was just like his own father, and his relationship with him was even deeper than that with his own father. After all, his own father passed away early when he was a teenager, but Uncle Sun had been with him for decades.
When Ping'an was comforting his parents, he suddenly felt very sad and felt unwell all over.
The father and mother in front of me have long lost the vitality and spirit they had when they came from Jiao County. More than 30 years have passed, and they are both in their sixties.
The same goes for Master and Sir.
Mr. Da is already in his early seventies.
This realization frightened him.
Not long after, Master Qin left.
Zhang's maternal grandfather also passed away.
…
Another twenty years passed.
In the past twenty years, I have safely seen off the retired emperor and his wife, my biological father Chang Chunfeng, my stepmother Zhang Jinyu, my parents, my two uncles and my aunt.
The three brothers of the Shi family in Zither Mountain also died one after another.
…
He has seen off too many loved ones, and the separations again and again torment his heart.
He had just come from Uncle Zhang's place that day and was in a hurry to go to the teacher's house.
Uncle Zhang is also seriously ill and doesn’t have much time left.
"Ping An, come here quickly, your husband is not well."
Sun Sicheng, with a head full of white hair, walked out of the room with a cane.
Ping'an hurriedly got off the carriage and trotted into the gentleman's room.
The gentleman lay quietly on the kang, while Zhiyuan and Zhichen were crying.
My master's wife passed away the year before last.
"Sir, sir, I am Ping An, please look at me."
Sun Yat-sen opened his eyes with difficulty, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and grasped Ping An.
"Ping An, Master can't see you anymore. Master has to leave little Ping An."
Sun Wen's voice became lower and lower until there was no sound at all...
"Safe, your husband is gone."
Sun Sicheng withdrew his hand.
Ping'an looked at the old man who had lost his breath on the kang, and suddenly felt a pang of pain in his heart. He could still hear the crying of Zhiyuan, Zhichen and others in his ears, but he could no longer see clearly in front of him, and he fell backwards limply.
He heard the master's heart-wrenching cry: "Ping An, Ping An, don't scare me."
What's wrong with him?
He had hardly ever had any serious illness over the years. Could it be that he was too sad about his husband's passing?
The master's voice became smaller and smaller...
Almost inaudible.
Don't scare the master.
"You silly child, why don't you open your eyes?" A familiar voice sounded in my ears.
"Master Taoist." Ping An didn't expect him to open his eyes all of a sudden, "Master Taoist, why are you here?"
He suddenly realized something was wrong.
This is the voice of a child.
He looked at the Taoist priest, who was still a gentle and refined middle-aged man, and the young guard behind him was looking at him with a smile.
He looked at himself again and was clearly just a child of seven or eight years old. He was only this big when he met his master.
"Master Taoist, are you here to pick me up now? My master just passed away. If I leave now, what will happen to my master?"
Ping An looked back hurriedly, but he couldn't see his master anywhere, only a vast expanse of white around him.
"Peace." Master's voice.
"Peace." The gentleman's voice.
"Master, sir, it's great that you are all here." Ping An was ecstatic.
The master and gentleman in front of me were both twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, as if the more than fifty years had never happened and everything was just a dream.
"Ping An, I will take you three disciples with me today. This is also the fulfillment of my previous promise."
"Master Taoist, where are we going? Will we be able to see our families again in the future?" What he really wanted to know was whether he could pick up his wife, children and relatives in the future.
Sun Sicheng and Sun Wen also looked at the Taoist priest. Ping An asked exactly what they wanted to ask.
"Look back, what do you see? Nothing. Your past life has passed and your present life has just begun. I will take you to a brand new world."
Completed
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It's past three in the morning, and I suddenly want to end the book today.
I started writing the first chapter on June 5, 2024, and it took me almost eight months to complete.
Although I put a lot of effort into writing this book, it is still not good enough, and I am very clear about this.
But even so, you have stayed with me for so long, and I don’t know how to express my gratitude.
Dearest book friends, thank you! Thanks to your tolerance and support, I have the courage to write so many words, nearly 1.5 million words.
This number really shocked me. How could I have written so much without realizing it?
Without your support and affirmation, I would never be able to persevere.
Especially in the last two months, my right hand felt sore and swollen for a long time, and it has not yet fully healed.
I reduced my writing from three chapters a day to two, and you didn't blame me. Instead, you told me some tips and told me to have a good rest.
Thank you, thank you Chang Jingyun from Lala Fish, thank you for staying with me for so long, thank you Bai Wei's Star Beast, thank you for giving me so many gifts.
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I have so many book friends that I want to thank, but unfortunately I cannot write them all here. I can only sincerely wish you all a safe life, good luck and everything goes well.
I will also be more attentive in my future writing, and strive to produce more satisfactory works to add some joy to your leisure time.
See you in the next book if we’re lucky!
2025.2.12
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