"Grandpa Zhang..."
Lu Xici knelt on one knee in front of Grandpa Zhang, his voice a little hoarse.
"The medicine I gave you, you..."
Lu Yan pursed his lips and whispered, "Xi Ci, Grandpa Zhang didn't eat..."
Grandpa Zhang shook his head, his eyes red, "I had a dream some time ago..."
"Meng, these medicines are made by Xici using his heart blood... they will consume your vitality..."
After hearing this, Lu Yan's eyes suddenly narrowed.
The voice was a little questioning, staring at Lu Xici: "Is that so?"
"No," Lu Xici frowned, "It won't cost you your life."
Grandpa Zhang's voice was choked with sobs: "Good boy... Grandpa's life is coming to an end..."
"Don't be reluctant to leave Grandpa..."
Then Grandpa Zhang started to cough violently, his face turned pale.
"Grandpa Zhang, please stop talking..."
Lu Yan knelt on one knee in front of the bed, his shoulders trembling slightly.
Green dots appeared from Lu Xici's fingertips and slowly flowed into Grandpa Zhang's body.
Grandpa Zhang's calloused hands slowly placed on Lu Xici's hands.
Forced to smile: "Don't...waste your energy..."
"I'm leaving now..."
Grandpa Zhang's breathing became weaker and weaker. There was a pair of pliers for making iron flowers on the bedside.
The fingers lifted slightly, as if trying to catch it.
But I couldn't lift it.
"Yan'er, Xici...please be well..."
Grandpa Zhang moved his lips, and between his dry lips he uttered a few vague words: "The inheritance of iron flower making..."
"Not yet broken..."
Finally, as if he had tried his best, he smiled towards Lu Xici and Lu Yan.
It was like saying our final goodbye.
The hands that were on Lu Xici and Lu Yan's hands suddenly fell away.
Lu Xici's voice choked with sobs, and he placed Grandpa Zhang's hand on his chest: "Grandpa Zhang, have a safe journey..."
Lu Yan lowered his eyes, his eyes full of sadness.
"Sister, I'm so sad..."
In the past period of time,
Lu Yan learned a lot from Grandpa Zhang, and they often played around with each other.
During that time, Lu Yan had gotten used to running to Grandpa Zhang's house.
Now I feel wet in my heart, as if it is crying.
Lu Xici placed her palm on Lu Yan's head and rubbed it very gently this time.
"If you're sad, you can cry..."
Lu Yan didn't say anything, his eyes were slightly red.
The tears inside wanted to fall out uncontrollably.
after,
Lu Xici and Lu Yan handled all the affairs concerning Grandpa Zhang.
I have been guarding Grandpa Zhang's tomb for three years.
On the last day, Lu Chengan held a bunch of chrysanthemums and placed them in front of Grandpa Zhang’s grave.
Bowed deeply: "Thank you..."
And an official title of Iron Flower Inheritor was opened, and Lu Yan and Lu Xici were the 130th generation inheritors of Iron Flower.
And agreed,
Every year, we would make iron flowers in front of Grandpa Zhang’s tomb.
Let him know that the things he has been passing down for a lifetime have a successor...
Although Grandpa Zhang has passed away, he will always live in their hearts.
Likewise, it will always be remembered by the younger generations.
…
"Brother Ci, what's wrong with you?"
Bai Chen secretly hid his face behind the desk and said in a low voice: "That old woman likes to pick on people who often skip classes or ask for leave..."
Lu Xici hadn't spoken yet.
I was attracted by the sound of approaching high heels.
I happened to meet the eyes of the teacher who came from the city.
"Are you Lu Xici?"
Lu Xici was about to nod,
Teacher Zhao looked at her with a hint of disdain and raised his head: "Is it Lu Xici who asked for a week off?"
"Yes, it is."
Lu Xici's lips curled slightly, with a hint of evil in the corners of his mouth: "Excuse me, what can I do for you?"
"You still have the nerve to say that?"
Teacher Zhao walked up to the podium and said sarcastically, "Some students are drinking their parents' hard-earned money."
"After coming to school, I forgot my roots. I only have 10 classes a week and I ask for leave whenever I want."
"I'm really sorry to say that."
"No wonder I'm still in school. I might as well just drop out and have fun!"
"You don't learn anything here. It's just a waste of society's resources!"
Lu Xici stood up and said faintly: "Why are you embarrassed to say it?"
"Are you qualified to be a teacher?"
Ji Fuyao's tone was a bit ruffian, "Tsk tsk tsk, this old woman has been putting up with you for a long time."
"No, Brother Ci's request for leave has been approved by the counselor," Bai Chen said angrily, "What does it have to do with you?"
"If you have anything to say, you can just bring it up in front of Brother Ci instead of being sarcastic here."
Under the shocked gaze of the crowd,
Xie Sinan stood up again and said, "Brother Ci has already learned these courses, that's why I asked for leave."
"Teacher, please, can you figure it out first?"
Teacher Zhao was so angry that his face turned red and his neck became thick, his fingers trembled: "Okay, okay..."
"You all want to rebel, don't you?"
"I'm so angry," Teacher Zhao took out his cell phone from his pocket and asked, "Are you from the Computer Science Department's Class 2?"
"Yes." Lu Xici's loud and cold voice spread throughout the classroom.
"Okay, okay, you guys just wait!"
"Yes, teacher."
Lu Xici looked obedient and answered Teacher Zhao's questions honestly.
Teacher Zhao was so angry that he almost fainted.
"No, how could Brother Ci make the teacher so angry with such a serious face? Hahaha..."
"Fuck, I think Brother Ci is really brave!"
"This teacher is one of the most difficult teachers to deal with. Even our counselor has to give him some face."
A little girl smiled.
"Then our brother Ci, the principal should give him some face!"
…
"Teacher Zhao, have you found your cell phone number?"
Lu Xici raised the corners of his lips, and said aggressively, "It doesn't matter if I can't find it."
Lu Xi quit the podium,
Handed Teacher Zhao a mobile phone,
"The principal's number is stored on my phone,"
After reading the note, Teacher Zhao smiled mockingly: "How can you, a student, have the principal's number?"
"Stop being funny,"
"I will report the whole incident to your counselor."
Bai Chen replied in a sly voice:
"Okay, whoever doesn't say it is a puppy."
Lu Xici pointed at Principal Xue's note.
With one hand on his chest, he looked like he was watching a play.
He handed the phone to Teacher Zhao: "The principal asked Teacher Zhao to answer the phone..."
"The principal?" Teacher Zhao glared at Lu Xici and muttered softly, "Where is the Jade Emperor?"
Until Lu Xici turned on the hands-free mode of his mobile phone,
An old and familiar voice sounded: "Oh?"
"I heard someone say that if it was the principal,
"She is the Jade Emperor?"
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