Jiang Lian parked his car not far from the gate of the urban-rural fringe passenger station, and then opened the car window.

His original intention was to breathe some fresh air and get popularity by the way, but it was too noisy outside. The long-distance buses entering and leaving were scorched smoke. The row of vendors at the gate always had frequent disputes with passengers. Jiang Lian was upset and closed the car window again.

The car windows are brown. Looking at this level, look at the outside: the whole world is colored, distorted, and unfamiliar.

Look at the time, it’s because I’ve come early, and the charlatan should be still on the way.

Jiang Lian lowered the seat, lay down and closed his eyes. After a while, he fumbled to open the glove box and put on the eye mask.

Today, the first seventh person who just won the same victory.

Besides, Tongsheng was blessed by God, and finally at the age of 106, it was a joyful despair.

***

Jiang Lian and his group of three caught the plane that night and arrived at around 2 a.m. They were originally heading straight to the hospital, but received a call from the nurse in the middle, saying that Tongsheng insisted on being discharged.

A veteran figure like Tongsheng has no good impression of the hospital and is determined to die at home and in his own bed.

So they turned the front of the car and rushed to the old house again: the old house is in the countryside, near the mountains and with water, like a small resort, but it never opens to the public. Moreover, Tongsheng chose a remote place because the city is too noisy and there are too many eyes to peek, and the secrets will always be leaked too easily.

The villagers nearby all know that there was a wealthy overseas Chinese living here, who built shopping malls and built orphanages in the county, and also brought overseas investments based on their old business connections. All the county leaders respected this old man very much.

When he returned to the old house, Gong Tongsheng had just fallen asleep, the trembling and hanging line on the electrocardiogram monitor made people feel numb when they looked at it. After watching it for a longer time, they couldn't even breathe.

Jiang Lian called the nurse aside and asked Kuang Tongsheng what he reacted when he saw the picture of a woman holding the baby in a white dress.

The scene he imagined was intense, emotional, and full of tears, and felt relieved, but the nursing staff's answer was nothing.

The nurse said, staring at him, sighing, then closed his eyes, looking very tired. He was afraid that the old man would be exhausted, so he put the painting aside.

Later, Gong Tongsheng woke up once or twice, and the situation became worse every time and never mentioned looking at the painting.

How could it be that I have been so calm after talking about it all my life?

Jiang Lian pondered for a while, found Kuang Meiying, and said he wanted to touch his divine eyes again.

Kuang Meiying said with red eyes: "It's all about this, why are you still trying to do it?"

Jiang Lian said: "This time, I will not be for you, for boxes, or for old things, just for God's paintings."

...

When Kuang Tongsheng woke up again, the three of them gathered beside the bed. Kuang Tongsheng raised his eyes weakly, and his eyes moved from one person's face to another. He didn't want to speak. His words were recorded in the will a few years ago. When he closed his eyes completely, the lawyer would arrange everything.

Seeing that his breath was about to sag and his eyelids gradually closed, Jiang Lian said, "Of course, look at this."

He unfolded the painting in front of Kuang Tongsheng.

That was lying in the grass, and when he was young, he was both successful.

Moreover, Tongsheng reluctantly opened his eyes again and didn't recognize him at first. He looked at the person on the painting and felt strange.

He kept staring at him, his eyes wider and wider, and the last light of his life gathered in his dim eyes.

His lips began to tremble, and his arms, which could only be moved occasionally, slowly lifted up and grabbed the edge of the frame. Because his hands were shaking violently, the frame kept shaking its ropes, making a rustling sound like a blowing wind.

Kuang Meiying wanted to help, but Jiang Lian stopped her.

Besides, Tongsheng shed tears, his eyes were turbid and his tears were also turbid.

He hissed, "This life, this life..."

At this moment, there was no life or death in his eyes, no past, no knocking on his door, Xiao Yunyang, wearing a tiger-head hat, no longer wearing glass stockings, and a beautiful woman in white dress.

Only yourself.

Finally, he grabbed one of Jiang Lian's wrists and said to him: "Liangzi, don't imitate me. You stop when you see it, you..."

The voice became smaller and weaker, and the breath became weaker and weaker. When I spoke the last word "you", I ate.

God said he was generous and generous, and gave him 106 years, saying that he was stingy and stingy, and he refused to delay for a few seconds.

This became Kuang Meiying's lifelong regret: her great-grandson did not look at her or say a word to her before her death.

Only Jiang Lian knew that Tongsheng was about to die, and suddenly saw it open and let it go: he had done too many things for others in his life, and when he was dying, he realized that he had been living for others, but he had treated himself badly.

——This life, this life...

Finally finished.

Kuang Tongsheng was the first to play, the lawyers, Kuang Meiying, Jiang Lian and Wei Biao, were each taken into a separate room.

Jiang Lian was told that Kuang Tongsheng divided the assets into six shares, and according to a 3:2:1 ratio, he got 2.

He also got a will, a U disk with videos. The video was recorded for him alone. The lawyer was inconvenient to be present, so he said goodbye. Before leaving, he joked: What a pity that the old man was a famous retail king in Nanyang back then. In the 1990s, he had a net worth of hundreds of millions. At that time, a house in Shanghai was only tens of thousands of yuan. If he invested in real estate, he would not worry about not having hundreds of billions of dollars in money now, then he would have to get more.

Jiang Lian smiled and said, "God has already decided how much food to eat and how big a bowl to serve in his life."

Saw the lawyer away and he plays the video.

The video was recorded by Kuang Tongsheng a few years ago. At that time, he was not paralyzed, he was in good spirits, and he spoke very angry. He asked, "Yanzi, did you think I would leave so much money for you, did you?"

To be honest, that expression and tone were a bit uncomfortable, but Jiang Lian was very calm and even murmured to him: "Yes, I didn't expect it."

"I saw early in the morning that you had some thoughts in your heart, but you never said that. Mr. Gan doesn't want you to be wronged. I will not treat him badly if he helps me, Kuang Tongsheng's work. Mr. Gan just hopes that you will do your best and put Meiying's affairs in your heart. She will be safe in this life, so I feel at ease."

In fact, if he gives him money or not, he will investigate Meiying's affairs all the way. Besides, Tongsheng doesn't need to care whether he has any ideas in his mind.

This Gan Ye is a good person who can do things. He gave him a surprise income and hoped that he would accept his kindness and money and not bear the entrusted responsibility.

But in fact, what really moved Jiang Lian was the warmth that Tongsheng held his hand before his death and conveyed to him.

——Liangzi, don’t imitate me, you stop when you see it.

I don’t want him to follow his old ways and lose his whole life.

Jiang Lian turned off the video and said softly: "Don't worry."

***

After that, the funeral was busy, and Tongsheng took the funeral seriously and had explained that even if it was eventually burned to ashes and stored in the urn, all rituals would still be based on what he remembered.

That was no longer popular, and funeral customs in the Hunan and Hunan areas in the 1920s and 1930s.

For example, after bathing in the corpse and changing clothes, you have to hold a peach wood stick in your left hand and a handkerchief in your right hand - because you have to walk a long way to the underworld after death. Peach wood stick is used to beat wild dogs you encounter on the road, and handkerchiefs are used to wipe sweat when you are tired of walking.

For example, when the coffin is carried into the door, firecrackers should be set off to greet it, tung oil and rosin should be mixed together to make juice, and apply it to the coffin.

In addition, he had to erect banners and light the sky lanterns for him in the yard. The bamboo pole that lights the sky lanterns had to carry green bamboo leaves, and he had to hang it every night until the demise came.

...

Kuang Meiying couldn't do these things, but Wei Biao was a good player, but when he had too many things, he would be confused. Therefore, Jiang Lian came to order and arrange everything one by one. In fact, he also hired a special funeral company. However, they were not familiar with the customs of the old society and looked for him in big and small matters. Even peach sticks had to be the style he liked. From getting up early to going to bed, he had to hear Master Lian countless times a day.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is so busy that he is not touching the ground. Only in the most occasional gap, when time returns to himself, will he think of some people and things, and will take out his mobile phone and click on different pages to see if anyone adds him and whether there is any new news.

When there wasn't, he would smile, put his phone back into his pocket, look up at Liuyun Ranran, Liangye bids the wind, and think: Time flies so fast, another day is coming.

So I remembered the old saying of people in Xiangxi: One year, it will be crazy, and the rest of my life will be crazy.

It’s really an image. A gust of wind and a gust of madness for the rest of your life. When the wind passes, it’s over and it’s over.

One day in the middle of the night, he was woken up by a text message coming in.

It was a strange number, but when he looked at the content, he felt that he was a charlatan, so he called back.

Sure enough, the charlatan was overjoyed at the end: "Xiao Xianxian, are you still awake? I was going to call, but Liu Guanguo said it was so late, so I'd better send a text message to ask..."

He was chatting on the other end, his tone was extremely excited, basically saying that he had made great progress on this end, and he had magically joined Jiang Lian's affairs. Finally, he invited him: "Little Lian, can you come? Our box seeker alliance, combines two swords! I will reimburse you for the air ticket!"

After becoming a triple lotus petal, even the tone of speaking was generous.

Jiang Lian said: "I am mourning Mr. Gan."

The charlatan suddenly lost his voice: even if he was obsessed with "scientific research", he knew that at this time, the dead are the greatest, human ethics are the first, and people are still mourning, and he is yelling about a lot of things that are not there.

So he was a little dull.

Finally, he said, "It's okay, Xiao Lian, you can do it first, leave everything to the old brother, don't worry about it... I will find out the key points and bring you a big gift."

Jiang Lian didn't think about it. He was busy with funerals and the box matter had indeed temporarily retreated.

...

A tick sound came from the car window.

Jiang Lian put on his blindfold and looked at the person standing on the side of the car, and the corners of his lips were bent.

The gift is here.

However, he soon discovered that the charlatan had his head hung down, was depressed and had no energy.

It seems that this gift is not as good as others wish.

Jiang Lian opened the car door and greeted him with a smile: "Get in the car."

***

When the bus was on the road, Jiang Lianxian greeted some irrelevant words: "Why don't you let me go to the airport to pick me up? I'm so tired when I take the bus myself."

The charlatan muttered: "No, the arrangements of the mountain ghost are all planes and star-rated hotels. They are so alienated from the masses. I still like to queue up, buy tickets, squeeze trains, be comfortable and down-to-earth."

Jiang Lian teased him: "The poor are just getting rich, aren't they used to it?"
To be continued...