The first two vehicles were RVs, with each family crammed into one. This made Chen Ziyue's son and daughter-in-law unhappy. Their own home was already quite cramped, but as the younger generation, and during a difficult time, they could only complain in their hearts and didn't show it outwardly.
Old Master Chen was indeed very ill. As soon as the car started moving, he felt as if his brain was about to crack open. The water in his head was splashing around in his skull and facial features. The feeling was worse than death. If he hadn't been in such pain and had no other choice, he wouldn't have selfishly asked the car to stop and not let them leave.
The convoy stopped, and Chen Ziyue called security guards to help carry Grandpa Chen out of the car. The old man felt he was going to die and insisted on getting out of the car, not wanting to die inside.
Old Man Chen held his son's hand and murmured, "Niansheng, you must find a way to bring Qiqi back. She is the root of our Chen family. We must find her, or I will die with regrets."
Chen Xian died, and Old Man Chen was saddened, but not too saddened. Now, his biggest concern was Chen Qi, his only child.
"Dad, don't worry, I will definitely find Qiqi." Chen Niansheng was also worried about his wife and children who were away, but he had no confidence at all. He had heard that there were murders and robberies going on all over the world. He didn't even know if Zhenzhen and the others were still alive.
Old Chen went to see his daughter again: "Da Ya, I know I've dragged you down this time. You're a filial son. Dad knows you're the most successful and best in our family. Without you, our family wouldn't be living a good life. Our whole family should thank you."
Chen Ziyue's eyes reddened as she said to her elderly father, who had difficulty speaking, "Dad, don't say that. This is what I should do to show my respect to you."
Old Man Chen turned to look at his son-in-law and grandson beside him: "Kai Xiong, you are a good man. I have seen how you have taken care of the Chen family over the years. Now that things are difficult, I don't have much ability. So I'll leave you with this advice: the more difficult it is, the more you need to unite. Only in this way can you get to the end."
Jin Kaixiong naturally wouldn't object at this time. In his heart, he wished the old man would breathe his last so he could catch up with the main group ahead. On the surface, however, he nodded in agreement and said, "Dad, I will keep it in mind."
Old Chen groaned uncomfortably for a while before reaching out to take his daughter's hand again: "Da Ya, you still need to take care of your brother. Your mother is getting senile, so don't let her cause any more trouble. When things really come to an end, you should just get rid of the useless people..."
Having said his piece, Old Man Chen finally breathed his last. Old Mrs. Chen, who was sitting outside the crowd, heard his last words and stood up, trembling with anger, leaning on her cane. She wanted to beat the old man one last time, but was stopped by the sudden burst of crying from her children.
While Chen Niansheng and his siblings were still crying, Jin Kaixiong led his men to find a place nearby to dig a pit. It was already quite good that the old man could be buried in a separate pit.
There wasn't even a coffin, just a body bag with a sleeping bag on top. Chen Ziyue wanted to add more things, but Jin Kaixiong stopped her: "Who knows when this will end? Every item we use is one less we have, so we can't afford to waste anything."
Chen Ziyue knew he was right, so she acquiesced.
Seeing that her husband had died without even a coffin, Old Mrs. Chen felt both relieved and worried. Now she was even less likely to die casually.
The thought that if she died now, she would surely be buried anywhere on the road, becoming a lonely ghost with nothing, gave Old Lady Chen an unprecedented burst of vitality.
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