The expressions of the elderly in these photos changed a little.

In one of them, both of them were smiling happily.

In another, they had tears in their eyes, but they habitually forced out a smile that was uglier than crying.

Chen Feng put down the photo, and his mind recalled the few lines of description in the description.

On September 15, 1998, the Sichuan Military Region, which had successfully completed the flood fighting mission... Comrade Chen Feng, the company commander, and Comrade Liang Yun, a health worker, encountered a landslide on their way back home and unfortunately died.

Since joining the army, the two comrades... are now posthumously recognized as martyrs and awarded second-class merit...

In 2007, Chen Feng's grandmother Zhou Xianxiu passed away at the age of 65.

Chen Feng's grandfather, Chen Mo, is still alive and living alone in the city of Sichuan County. He is 81 years old this year. In recent years, his health has not been good and he has been hospitalized from time to time.

Recalling this, Chen Feng's hands suddenly trembled unconsciously.

He turned his head away and looked to the side.

Lu Wei did not disturb him.

After a long time, Chen Feng put the materials back into the file bag, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." "

It took a lot of effort to investigate this matter, right?"

Lu Wei: "Well, it's okay, I don't know the specific details. The suspect has also been caught, do you want to talk to her?"

Chen Feng thought for a while, "Forget it, it's all in the past."

"I have always been very curious. I actually know about your past. You are obviously not a soldier, but now you give me a strong military aura. You are not the kind of new soldier who has never been to the battlefield. And your aura has been getting stronger and stronger. I thought it might be an illusion before, but now I know that it is innate."

Chen Feng nodded: "Maybe. My adoptive father's surname is also Chen, and he named me Chen Feng. My father is also called Chen Feng. Maybe... it really is destined. I will serve as the soldier he did not finish. I will not embarrass him."

"Forget about it. You can't join the army now. Even if you want to go, others won't agree. You should continue to write your songs and do research."

Chen Feng: "We'll talk about the future later."

Chen Feng remembered that the two times he went to the future, Private Chen Feng's hometown was Shuzhou.

At that time, he was a little puzzled. He was obviously not from Shu, so why did he always have a problem with this place.

Now he understands that from the beginning, fate has been giving him hints.

Lu Wei nodded, then looked him up and down, and said with emotion unconsciously: "It's incredible, your natural temperament is too strong."

Chen Feng laughed, "It's not completely innate, it still needs to be cultivated. It took me a lot of lives to cultivate it."

"You're kidding! Do you think I haven't seen your file or something?"

"Really, why don't you believe me when I'm telling you the truth?"

Lu Wei was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, "Tell me, how many lives?"

Chen Feng pretended to think seriously, "It must be tens of billions."

This time Lu Wei rolled her eyes to the top of her head.

There was nothing she could do about him, Lu Wei said helplessly: "Why are you driving again?"

Chen Feng: "I..."

Not daring to say anything more, he quickly started to eat, and at the same time he took out his mobile phone to call Meng Xiaozhou, asking Meng Xiaozhou to book him a direct flight to Sichuan immediately.

"I'm sorry that I can't accompany you to eat slowly today, I'll finish eating early and go to Shuzhou to see my grandfather."

Lu Wei: "Then?"

"Then I will buy a suite there, and then buy a private jet, and come to Hanzhou only when I have something to do in the future."

Lu Wei was shocked, "hiss..." "

One day is one day, I'm gone, the old man has been sad for twenty-one years, I want to make him happier."

However, everything is Chen Feng's beautiful vision, which can never be realized.

Fate is never perfect, and is full of flaws of one kind or another.

When he arrived at the county town of Chuanshu, he went straight to the community where Chen Mo lived to inquire, only to find out that Chen Mo had been admitted to the county hospital ward again this morning.

Chen Feng quickly turned the car around and headed straight for the hospital. When he

arrived at the inpatient building, others said it was on the fifth floor, but the elevator had just reached the third floor. Chen Feng turned around and rushed into the stairs, not caring about shocking the world, and walked upstairs like lightning.

When he arrived at the door of the ward, he saw that the doctor and the nurse were already standing outside.

He didn't dare to ask, because the content of their conversation had already told him the answer.

Doctor: "He didn't let me accompany him, saying he wanted to be alone and quiet. The old man is really dying this time."

The nurse rubbed her eyes, "Alas."

Another nurse's eyes were also red, "In fact, I thought Grandpa Chen was already dying last year, but I didn't expect him to survive."

"He said he had to wait for his grandson to come back, and he didn't want to leave."

"It's been 21 years, how can you wait?"

"He was only three years old when he was lost, he doesn't remember anything."

"He should be 24 years old now, if he could be found, he would have come back a long time ago."

"Where do you think Grandpa Chen's grandson is now? I forwarded it to his circle of friends before, but it was of no use."

"Who knows? I made money too, and I even registered him online."

"Alas."

"Teacher Liu, what did Grandpa Chen just say?"

The doctor said, "He said he still didn't want to give up, but he knew there was nothing he could do this time. He just felt a little regretful and reluctant."

Doctors and nurses have seen a lot of birth, aging, illness and death, and usually don't have too many emotional fluctuations.

But the story of Grandpa Chen Mo's son is well known in the hospital.

About five or six years ago, the old man, whose health was deteriorating, became a frequent visitor to the hospital.

Many times, the doctors thought he could not hold on, and the Martyrs' Welfare Home and the funeral home were preparing for his funeral. As a result, he always managed to regain his spirits and recover like a miracle.

He can hold on until now, all thanks to his last breath.

He always said that there were not many people in his family and he had no relatives.

If he died, his children would not be able to see anything when they came back in the future. How sad would they be?

I, Chen, was also a tough guy who carried a gun in my time. I was not afraid of gunfire and rain of bullets. I said I would not die, and I would not die.

The Black and White Impermanence were afraid of me.

Everyone also hoped that this stubborn old man's dream would come true.

But time is the most ruthless blunt knife in the world after all, and no one can defeat it.

No matter how strong the old man is, he will have to admit defeat one day after another, no matter how close he is to death.

His hope of achieving his dream is getting slimmer and slimmer.

Now he is finally forced to give up.

Chen Feng swallowed his saliva and asked, "Is Chen Mo in there? What's the situation?"

The doctor looked at him with a little surprise, "You are...?"

"I'm his grandson, Chen Feng."

Everyone: "What!"

Thirty seconds later, Chen Feng appeared in front of the bed.

The old man didn't know he had come in, he just lay softly on the half-lifted bed.

On the cabinet next to the bed were apples that had been peeled for who knows how long and had already oxidized and turned black.

There was also a bowl next to it, which contained the leftover glutinous rice balls that the old man had eaten when he got up in the morning.

This has been his habit for many years, but unfortunately he couldn't finish it this time.

The old man placed his hands in front of his chest, interlocked his fingers, tilted his head slightly, and looked out the window with cloudy eyes.

The sun was shining brightly outside the window, shining on the elm tree.

The branches swayed slightly in the breeze.

Compared with twenty years ago, the old man's face now had many more gully-like wrinkles.

His expression was very calm, but his teeth were clenched tightly.

He was breathing hard, but his breathing continued to weaken.

The frequency of the fluorescent light on the heart rate monitor next to him was slowing down little by little, but it would get slightly faster every time his chest lifted up when he breathed hard. The

old man said that he just wanted to be alone and quiet, ready to face death calmly, but he still refused to give up.

Chen Feng slowly approached and said carefully and softly, "Grandpa, I'm back."

The old man turned his head away suddenly.

He stared at Chen Feng blankly at first.

The cloudiness in his eyes quickly dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

An indescribable smile was on his face full of wrinkles and black spots.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he made a series of hoarse sounds, as if there was thick phlegm in his mouth.

He seemed to be unable to speak.

He suddenly raised his right hand and stretched it towards Chen Feng's face.

The rough touch fell on Chen Feng's face like a knife, but he did not dodge.

Chen Feng had a lot of things in his mind, but he couldn't say them out loud.   "

Ha ha! Ha ha! Cough! Pah!"

The old man suddenly sat up straight, then spat to the side, and turned back to look at Chen Feng. He was finally able to make a sound in his throat.   His voice was like a bell, and his laughter was like flowers blooming.   "Ha! Ha ha ha! You're back!"   "Yes, I'm back."   The old man stared at him with wide eyes, "They didn't lie to me, they didn't find someone to impersonate you, you and your dad look like the same mold."   As the old man spoke, he scratched Chen Feng's face with his hand.   "What's your name now?"   "Chen Feng."   "Still your surname is Chen?"   "Yeah."   "Hahahahaha!"   The old man laughed wildly, the smile on his face became more and more brilliant, but two unstoppable tears suddenly welled up in his eyes.   He quickly raised his left hand again and rubbed his eyes desperately, "No, no, this broken thing blocks my eyes, I can't see you clearly, I have to take one more look."   Chen Feng sat down next to him, "It's okay, I'm rich now, I can cure it, Grandpa, you get better soon, I'll let you see enough later."   The old man shook his head again, "No, it's enough. You know your own business, if I don't leave, Prince Yan will have to quit. It's okay, it's enough for me in this life anyway."   Chen Feng didn't answer this.   The old man asked again: "Are you married? Do you have a baby?"   "Not yet."   "Do you have a partner?"   "Yes."   "Then you have to work harder!"   "Yeah."   The old man gradually became more excited and said loudly: "Hey, why am I asking these questions? Anyway, you are back. After I go down, I can explain to the Chen family and your parents."   Chen Feng wanted to say that it was not time for you to go down yet, but it was meaningless to say so at this time.   The old man touched his face again, "Baby, you have worked hard. You must have suffered a lot, right?"   Chen Feng: "Not... not bad."

"Grandpa is sorry for you. I shouldn't have left you to your grandson. Otherwise, you wouldn't have gotten lost."

"It's okay. I'm back now."

The old man: "Well, I'm not too late. Just in time."

After saying this, the old man suddenly lay down softly, and even the hand that was scratching Chen Feng's face fell down weakly.

Chen Feng bit his lips tightly and squeezed his hand.

He spoke slowly and weakly, but was still lecturing, "Why are you crying! A real man should shed blood but not tears! Coach Lin said that birth, aging, sickness and death are the laws of life, and no one can escape them. I'm not afraid of death, I'm just afraid of dying meaninglessly. Don't you think I'm smiling happily now?"

"But you cry first."

"I'm dying soon, what's wrong with crying? You're different, you still have a long life to live."

"Yeah."

Old man: "Chen Feng."

"Yes."

"Actually, I shouldn't have preached to you as soon as we met. But when you were a child, I didn't have the chance to teach you the principles of life, and I threw them away first. I'm afraid it will be too late if I don't tell you now."

Chen Feng: "Grandpa, you talk, I'm listening."

"Remember, don't let down those who treat you well, and act according to your conscience. Don't hate your life, some things are destined. Look at me, I've waited for you for twenty years, and I'm completely satisfied in these few minutes."

"Yeah."

"Your father is a reputable man, and your mother is also a reputable woman. They did what they were supposed to do. Don't blame them for not taking care of you when you grew up."

"No."

"You are now a tough guy. My Chen family only produces tough guys. I can see that you have something on your mind, a big one, but you will definitely be able to hold on. No matter what happens to you in the future, think about what I said."

The old man raised his hand again and hung it on Chen Feng's neck, "I'm leaving."

Chen Feng couldn't answer.

"But you really don't have to be sad, I don't regret it at all. The words I have to say to you in this life are just this much. The rest are nonsense, it doesn't matter if you didn't hear it."

Chen Feng: "Yeah."

The old man: "Really leaving."

His hand fell.

The heart monitor sounded long and continuous, which seemed extremely harsh.

Chen Feng sat in the chair for a long, long time.

Grandpa was exactly the same as the best he had imagined.

But the time they spent together was too short. So

short that he hadn't even reacted before he lost this happiness.

For a moment, he really wanted to rush out and ask God why.

What did he do wrong to be punished like this?

But he suddenly realized that there was no God in the world.

If there was one, it was himself.

He thought of the old man's incredible generosity and elegance. He

didn't know if the old man was pretending because he was afraid of making him sad, or if he was really born that tough.

But this question will never be answered.

Does the Chen family only produce iron men?

Chen Feng looked at Chen Mo, who had closed his eyes.

He may have seen something in himself that others cannot see.

Will I be able to hold on...?

The doctors and nurses outside filed in.

Chen Feng stood up, took off his hat, looked back at everyone, bowed deeply, "Thank you."

"Chen Feng!"

Someone recognized him at a glance.

Chen Feng nodded, "It's me."

Eight days later, Chen Feng quietly returned to Hanzhou.

He did not inform anyone except Lu Wei about his trip to Sichuan.

During these few days, Lu Wei, who knew about it, called him from time to time, apparently wanting to ask about his situation and chat casually.

Chen Feng knew her purpose, probably to enlighten him.

In fact, he personally felt that it was unnecessary. With such a handsome and generous grandfather, he couldn't feel sad even if he wanted to.

After the burial, he had planned to wait until May 26th, when he returned to reality, to return to Hanzhou, stay here for a few more days, take a walk every day, just to relax and prepare for this operation.

However, something happened in Hanzhou, and on May 22nd, he finally passed away.