The complaints I once had against my father also vanished into thin air and turned into dust before his death.
"Father," Jiang Yueying whispered, fearing that her overexcitement would upset her father. "There's a way to treat it. Could you please stay with your son for a while?"
Xu Jing forced a smile. He was handsome and charming when he was young, but now that he was old, it was even uglier than crying. "It's incurable. You all need to take care of yourself."
He didn't want to work hard for half his life, only to have the Jiang family be raided by the young emperor the moment he closed his eyes. He would have worked for the emperor for nothing for so many years.
Jiang Yueying held his hand, watched his eyes slowly close, and burst into tears.
Time is really the most terrifying weapon. No matter if it is an enemy or a good person, a lover or a relative, they will all disappear with the passage of time.
"Father, rest in peace."
Feeling the temperature in his hands slowly getting colder, Jiang Yueying suppressed his grief and planned to let his wife handle the funeral.
My father worked hard for the country and the people all his life. He was a trusted official of the court. Naturally, his funeral had to be grand and lively.
"Old Master, wait a minute."
"Quick, stop him."
Although Luo Ying is old, he is still very agile. Even with the help of a cane, he can still walk briskly, just like a young man in his twenties.
At this moment, he didn't care about anything else. He pushed away the obstacles and knocked them away with his crutch.
He walked quickly into the place he had been familiar with for decades.
Looking at the filial sons and grandchildren kneeling on the ground, Luo Ying staggered and almost fell to the ground.
"Yueying, your father..."
Luo Ying wiped his presbyopic eyes, hoping that what he saw was not real.
They all wore plain clothes, and the decorations inside were not what the old man liked.
When the old man was young, he liked bright colors, and at that time he felt that being like a peacock was too flashy.
Luo Ying asked him to be more low-key, but he never took her advice and continued to dress flashily to attract attention.
Unexpectedly, when a person is about to die, those colorful colors fade from his life and slowly turn into gray and white.
There had never been a moment when Luo Ying hated the color white so much.
He fell every three steps, staggered every five steps, got up again after falling, and staggered to his front.
Looking at the old man's peaceful sleeping face, he suddenly lost all his strength and fell beside him.
"Uncle Luo, please slow down." Jiang Yueying was startled and wanted to help, but she saw Uncle Luo, who was always taciturn and treated her father differently, holding her father's body tightly and crying like a child.
He muttered, "I'm sorry, I'm late. I deserve to die. I've been busy for half my life and I'm not even willing to be with you when you die. I'm really useless."
"Brother, please walk slower and wait for me."
It was bitterly cold underground, and he had offended so many enemies in his lifetime. Luo Ying was worried about letting him go alone.
"Uncle Luo, please let me go." Even Jiang Yueying, who was well-mannered, was still furious. That was his father, not a tool for him to vent his anger. Why was he still holding on to his mortal enemy after he died? Who was he trying to show off his pitiful appearance to?
But no matter how he coaxed, threatened or bribed her, it was of no use. Luo Ying refused to let go no matter what, and acted as if she didn't hear anything he said.
Fortunately, this state did not last long. After an incense stick of time, Luo Ying regained some energy and spirit, and tremblingly took out a red rope from his pocket.
Ignoring Jiang Yueying's persuasion, she insisted on tying it on her father's left hand.
"Don't pick it." Luo Ying said without turning back. "Let it be buried with your father."
Jiang Yueying wanted to say something to refute, but after seeing Luo Ying's fierce eyes, she finally sighed and chose to compromise. "Okay."
Luo Ying had begged the red string for Jiang Xuqing from Yue Lao Temple. It was said that those tied together would be together for the rest of their lives.
He didn't know if it would work, but since he had already tied him up, he might as well tie Jiang Xuqing up as well.
A marriage is made by a thread, and a happy marriage that lasts forever is found.
The flames of war have not yet changed my youth, I only envy the mandarin ducks, not the immortals. (The last two lines are quoted from Liang Yusheng's "Huanxisha", a modern poem. I can't write poetry, so I'll just read it for now.)
Xu Jing returned to the modern era again. After taking a shower in the public bathroom, he prepared to go to the cafeteria for dinner.
People in their line of work have very irregular working hours, often leaving early and returning late. The meals in the cafeteria are only available during fixed time periods, so if you go late you will only have to eat other people's leftovers.
Xu Jing looked at the time on his watch. It was half past twelve.
Fortunately, I was able to have a meal, which was really nice.
The cafeteria has a new menu today: garlic broccoli, stir-fried spinach, fried steak, etc. At first glance, except for the steak, everything is green, so healthy.
The chef must have been heartbroken, and his cooking was awful. He cooked the broccoli for too long and it was mushy, which was perfect for a toothless old lady.
As soon as he found a seat and sat down, someone attacked him from behind.
Looking back, it was Meng You as expected.
Meng You changed into a purple suit today, looking rather sultry, and who knew who he was trying to seduce. He wore a pair of champagne-colored glasses, which made him look even more refined. A smile appeared on his face when he saw him. "Check your phone, the money has arrived."
"Very good." Xu Jing took out his cell phone and checked the balance on the card. There was still 2.6 million.
The price after tax is really attractive, enough for a young man in his late thirties to live a good life in Yushan.
"I have something to inform you. Unfortunately, our contract has been terminated."
What does that mean? Xu Jing choked on his food while eating, and only after drinking a few sips of water did he calm down his excitement.
"You mean I was fired from the company?"
It's normal for a company to fire employees if their performance is poor, but no company would be willing to spend more, unless they are crazy.
Meng You patted his head. Xu Jing slapped his hand away and said impatiently, "Today is not April Fool's Day. Tell me something nice."
Meng You's eyes revealed a complex emotion, one of regret and sorrow... He had been with Xu Jing for many years and the two had become good friends. To be honest, he felt a little reluctant to make this decision that went against the company.
But that's the truth.
The company has its own rules. As an executor, he has no way to argue with the boss. He can only advise Xu Jing to turn back and think it over carefully.
"Guess why your salary is higher than mine?"
Xu Jing said without thinking: "That's because I not only complete the mission, but also bring my own strategy."
Suddenly, his brain was struck by a laser. He looked at the black watch on his hand that was flashing, and suddenly understood what Meng You meant.
What he had been doing were actually strategy missions, not the upgrade missions disguised by the company.
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