Lin Qingping scolded him, "You are still my son even if you are eighty years old! Tell me what you want to eat!"
This year, Zhiyuan was 43 years old and had already become a chief physician, and was considered to be the best in the entire industry.
That night, Gu Juncheng came back with a red face.
Lin Qingping originally thought that he had been drinking, but he said no, he was just happy.
"Lin Qingping." He held her hand and said, "That's great! That's great!"
With tears in his eyes, he said, "It's much better than when I was there. I'm so happy. So happy."
He was so excited that he was even incoherent.
Lin Qingping understood him.
She will always remember the words he wrote in the notebook when she first went to the border to visit her relatives.
She just held his hand, strong and warm, "Gu Juncheng, you did it."
Gu Juncheng didn't understand, "Do it? Do what?"
Lin Qingping looked him in the eyes and read out his words word for word, "I will defend my country and do my best for the prosperity of my country and the peace and stability of my people."
Gu Juncheng was shocked. "How did you know? Do you still remember?"
Lin Qingping just smiled and watched him smile quietly.
Gu Juncheng held her tightly in his arms, and she heard his heavy breathing.
"Lin Qingping, the person I am most grateful to in my life is you, and the person I owe the most is also you." He couldn't help choking up as he spoke.
"Then pay it back to me in your next life!" Lin Qingping said in his ear.
He was shocked, held her shoulders and pulled her out of his arms, "In the next life, are you still willing to follow me?"
As a materialist, he shouldn't believe in past lives or present lives, but his experience is different from others...
Lin Qingping smiled, "It depends on the situation."
"What are you looking at?" His fingers, which were holding her shoulders, turned white.
"You're about to break my shoulder!" Lin Qingping pointed at his hand and snorted, "You can't be so rude. I like gentle, reasonable people who speak their mind without hiding anything."
With every word, Gu Juncheng's eyes darkened.
"Well, you're already a 70-year-old man! You're still talking about this life and the next, aren't you ashamed?"
Yes, Gu Juncheng is almost seventy years old.
The years of human life pass by in the blink of an eye, time passes silently, and no one knows where it goes.
Maybe, in the three meals a day where you prepare the food and I cook the food;
Perhaps, in the brocade-like island dusk when I am drawing and you are reading;
Perhaps, as the children grow up and the bougainvillea quietly climbs over the fence, day and night change...
I have laughed, cried, felt pain, and been happy.
If I could do it again...
No, not again.
If we meet again, I hope it will be a new beginning.
Gu Juncheng thought for a long time and said to Lin Qingping seriously, "I want to live longer, five years, ten years, twenty years, to accompany you well and stay healthy."
I am ten years older than you, and I am really afraid that I will become a burden to you.
He wrote a letter to Zhangzhu and also told Zhiyuan: If one day he can't take care of himself, don't force him and let him go.
He just wanted to accompany her for the rest of her journey with a healthy body.
But in fact, his health is not that good.
He worked too hard when he was young, so he suffered when he got old. In addition, he was injured many times, and now he is tortured by pain from time to time.
But in his opinion it was okay, it just hurt, it was not a big deal in his opinion, he could hold on.
He persisted until he was ninety years old.
There has never been any serious illness.
During this period, his good friends gradually passed away, leaving only Wu Tianping, who was an old man who could not be any older.
This year, Yaoyao officially became a female Air Force pilot, realizing her father's childhood dream; and Zhengge, perhaps because of the name, had a persistent belief in the ocean, and applied for the marine science major in college, and is already a sophomore.
It happened that Zhangzhu and Wu Ruiheng came back to visit their relatives, and the family had a lively reunion.
Gu Juncheng had no appetite that day and didn't eat much for dinner.
At seven o'clock in the evening, I turn on the TV on time to watch the news broadcast.
This is a habit that the old man has maintained throughout his life. Even after the Internet developed and people became more accustomed to getting information from mobile phones, he still stuck to this habit.
However, he was sitting there watching TV peacefully when he suddenly fell to one side.
Zhiyuan was sitting next to him, holding him up with his hands, and when he realized something was wrong, he immediately called the emergency number.
Zhiyuan, 64 years old, had just retired from the position of dean. Because of his outstanding medical achievements, he was re-employed by the hospital. However, no matter how superb his medical skills were, he was powerless this time.
Gu Juncheng has reached his final moment.
His loved ones were all around him, surrounding him.
His cloudy and blurry eyes searched among the crowd.
"Dad, Mom is here." Zhiyuan understood him and gave the seat closest to Gu Juncheng to Lin Qingping.
Lin Qingping put her hand into his palm, "Gu Juncheng."
He held it tightly, gently, holding on to his last breath, as if it was a gossamer thread, "Lin...Lin Qingping..."
"I'm here." She found that he was really very old, with completely white hair and skin like dry old bark. But why was it that the image that remained in her mind was always of him when he was young? He has sharp eyes, a tough expression, dark and shiny skin, and a tall and straight figure like a poplar tree on the border.
"I'm leaving first..." He gently stroked her hand, his eyes blurred but still gentle, "You have to be well, continue to live happily, don't be afraid, I'll wait for you, wait for you to be together..."
The children all thought that he was talking about love, but only Lin Qingping knew that when he said "wait", he really meant it.
But she was not sure, would God really favor them again?
“Lin Qingping…” His voice became weaker and weaker, and his eyes gradually blurred. “In your next life, you must be a happy little girl, born into a good family, with your parents loving you and treating you like a treasure… As for me… I… will try my best to be fair and pretty… and come to your side as soon as possible…”
It was not until this moment that Lin Qingping suddenly realized why he was so obsessed with naming all the girls in his family with names that meant "like pearls and treasures"...
However, at this moment, Gu Juncheng's hand loosened and fell.
He closed his eyes completely.
"dad--"
"grandfather--"
The crying was deafening.
Lin Qingping didn't cry.
She promised him that she would be well and continue to live happily.
She also lived to be ninety years old.
He died in his sleep without any illness or pain.
She dreamed that Gu Jun had grown up. His swaying shadow appeared in her dream, reached out his hand to her and said: Lin Qingping, come home with me.
She went with him.
But, Gu Juncheng, what did you agree on? Try to be fair and good-looking? Why is it still like this?
His eyes were sharp, his expression was tough, and he looked ferocious. His skin was still dark and shiny, and his figure was as tall and straight as a poplar sentry at the border...
(over)
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