After coming back from the hospital, Zhou Rong was in a bad mood.

Cai Xiaoguang's assistant was driving the car, and Cai Xiaoguang couldn't help but feel worried when he looked at Zhou Rong, who looked worried.

"What's wrong? Feeling bad?" Cai Xiaoguang is always the gentlest in front of Zhou Rong, and perhaps only in front of Zhou Rong can he be so gentle.

"Life is impermanent and unpredictable. Zheng Juan is one year younger than me, so why..." Zhou Rong felt quite heavy and expressed her feelings.

Cai Xiaoguang reached out and held Zhou Rong's already wrinkled hand in his palm.

"Birth, old age, illness and death are human nature."

"I just feel a little pity." Zhou Rong's eyes were indeed full of regret. Zhou Rong was very satisfied with Zheng Juan, her sister-in-law, and the relationship between the two was not bad and had not deteriorated because of Wang Zhong.

"Hey!" Cai Xiaoguang also sighed, "We are already this old. Zheng Juan just took a step ahead of us. Maybe it will be our turn one day."

Wang Zhong is sixty-seven this year, Zheng Juan is also sixty-nine, Zhou Rong is seventy, and Cai Xiaoguang is seventy-one. People in their seventies have been rare since ancient times. Although the average age of people is now higher than before, sixty-nine is still

It's not considered an early death.

"Okay, don't think too much. Let's go back and take a rest quickly to recuperate our energy. We will go to Bingkun's house tomorrow to see Zheng Juan off for the last time," Cai Xiaoguang said.

Zhou Rong nodded, "You are right."

It is true that Zhou Bingyi was promoted to the Provincial Party Committee after completing the reconstruction of the optical film. His future was bright. Just when everyone thought Zhou Bingyi was about to rise to prominence, he suddenly fell ill within two years.

At the age of fifty-six, he had no choice but to retire from the disease. He lay in bed for nearly four years, and then passed away at the age of nearly sixty.

Zheng Juan is sixty-nine this year, nine years older than Zhou Bingyi.

Early the next morning, Zhou Rong and Cai Xiaoguang were sent to Wang Chong's home by his assistant early in the morning.

Looking at the courtyard in Suhao, Zhou Rong felt quite heavy. When she walked into the gate, people were coming and going in the courtyard, and white sails were hung on the doors and windows.

"Aunt! Uncle, you are here!" Zhou Cong, dressed in filial piety, saw Zhou Rong and his wife coming in, and immediately greeted them.

Seeing that Zhou Cong's eyes were red and his face was filled with sadness, Zhou Rong could only advise, "Zhou Cong, people cannot be resurrected after death, so you should also pay attention to your health, be grieving and accept the changes."

"Aunt, my dad..." Zhou Cong couldn't hide the look of grief on his face, and he was choked even when he spoke, "He left last night... too!"

"Mom! Little daddy!" Feng Yue, who was also wearing sackcloth and mourning, with eyes red and swollen from crying and a look of grief on his face, also came over.

"What did you say?" But now Zhou Rong had no energy to respond to Feng Yue's greeting. She stared at Zhou Cong with wide eyes and a face full of shock. She excitedly raised her hand and grabbed Zhou Cong's shoulder, and couldn't help but shout loudly.

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"Mom! Don't be excited, don't be excited!" Feng Yue quickly pulled Zhou Rong. Cai Xiaoguang also woke up from the shock and quickly grabbed Zhou Rong.

Zhou Rong seemed to have found a life-saving straw. She excitedly grabbed Feng Yue's arms and asked, "Yue Yue, what did your cousin just say?"

"Xiao Rong, don't be excited, don't be excited, it hurts Yue Yue." Seeing the pain on Feng Yue's face, Zhou Rong quickly let go of her hand and asked with concern, "Yue Yue, how are you? Mom, scratch it."

Does it hurt you?"

"I'm fine, Mom!" But tears couldn't stop falling from her eyes that were red and swollen from crying.

"What's going on?" Zhou Rong asked excitedly.

"Little uncle..." When Feng Yue mentioned this, he became more and more sad and burst into tears.

When Zhou Cong saw this, he suppressed his grief and said, "Aunt, uncle, my dad also left last night."

"Zhou Cong, you can't be joking!" Cai Xiaoguang looked serious and couldn't believe his ears. "Your dad was fine when we left the hospital yesterday. How is it possible... How is it possible...

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Even Cai Xiaoguang couldn't accept this fact for a while.

"Aunt, uncle, let's sit in the room and I'll talk to you slowly." Zhou Rong and his wife were both over seventy years old. Zhou Cong was afraid that something would happen to them, so he quickly invited people into the room.

On the sofa, Zhou Rong was so excited that she couldn't wait to ask, "What's going on?"

Zhou Cong said, "After we came back yesterday, my father had dinner, took a shower, and changed clothes, and then he kicked us out. We were not allowed to disturb him, saying that he was alone with my mother.

Later in the evening, a few of us felt really uneasy, so we knocked on the door, but after knocking for a long time we didn’t hear any response, so we opened the door and went in to take a look. Unexpectedly..."

"Your father is gone?" Cai Xiaoguang asked in disbelief.

Zhou Cong nodded and said, "At that time, my father was sitting on the chair beside the bed, still holding my mother's hand in his hand, with a smile on his face, but he was already out of breath." As he spoke, Zhou Cong also

My nose couldn't help but feel more and more clumsy, and tears couldn't stop falling from my eyes.

"My uncle's body is cold. He should have been gone for at least two hours." Feng Yue sobbed.

"When we were cleaning my mother's body yesterday, we tried to take her hand out of my father's hand, but found that we couldn't pull it out at all," Zhou Cong said.

"I think my dad should be happy when he leaves. Even if he is in trouble, he can still have a companion with me,"

"Just left like that?" Zhou Rong's eyes were stunned, her expression was stiff, and she muttered to herself, "Why did you just leave like that!"

"Do you know the reason?" Cai Xiaoguang couldn't help but feel sad. For him, Wang Zhong was not only his brother-in-law, but also a nobleman and a confidant.

Over the years, if it were not for Wang Zhong and only relying on his own efforts, Cai Xiaoguang understood that if he wanted to achieve what he is today, it would be like reaching the sky.

If you want money for money, if you want copyright for copyright, it can be said that Wang Zhong spared no effort to support Cai Xiaoguang's big screen dream.

"Dad has always been in good health. Every year, my mother and I go to the hospital for a physical check-up. Not to mention serious problems, we have never encountered colds or coughs. The doctors all said that my dad's body is not similar at all.

A very old man."

"Then why did he leave just as soon as he said he was leaving?" Cai Xiaoguang was puzzled.

Zhou Cong said, "My dad seemed to know that he would leave, and he even left a suicide note for us."

"Suicide note?" The grieving Cai Xiaoguang was confused.

Zhou Cong said, "It should have been written after they kicked us out. I'll get it."

After saying that, Zhou Cong got up and went to get it. After a while, he came back with a piece of letter paper.

Zhou Rong, who had been in a daze, immediately grabbed the suicide note handed over by Zhou Cong, hurriedly put on her reading glasses, and started reading.

It is indeed Wang Zhong's handwriting.

children

By the time you read this letter, I should be dead.

Please forgive my selfishness for making such a decision without consulting you. You have all grown up, have your own families, have your own children, and have the ability and courage to take responsibility. I am very happy.

I'm happy, I believe your mother must be very happy too.

My children, I know you must be grieving, but what I want to tell you is that everyone is destined to die, but sooner or later, this is my own choice.

One more thing, please forgive your father's final willfulness. I made an agreement with your mother when she was alive. After we die, there will be no need to hold a funeral or offer condolences. Our bodies will be cremated directly and our ashes will be buried.

Take it to the house in Xiaoheishan Village and bury it in the garden.

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After reading the suicide note written by Wang Chong, Zheng Juan felt an unprecedented shock. The love she once regarded as faith, for which she even broke with her parents and abandoned all love, has long become a joke.

Fortunately, there is also Cai Xiaoguang. Cai Xiaoguang's persistence and mutual support moved Zhou Rong again, and successfully captured Zhou Rong's heart, making Zhou Rong once again have desire and confidence in Aiqing, who had already despaired.

But when Zhou Rong saw Wang Zhong's suicide note and heard that Zhou Cong and Feng Yue said that Wang Zhong died with a smile on his face, but still held on to Zheng Juan's hand, Zhou Rong's mind had already figured out

screen.

Isn’t this the love that I have always cherished and regarded as my faith?

Holding your son's hand, growing old together with him, nurturing each other, knowing each other, staying with each other, sleeping in the same bed during life, and sharing the same hole in death.

The love I once dreamed of!

Sadness, regret, regret, all were thrown behind her mind at this moment, leaving only shock in Zhou Rong's mind, and it was a shock that shocked both body and mind.

Cai Xiaoguang was still puzzled, "How is this possible? There was no illness or pain, so why did the person suddenly die? Could it be..."

Cai Xiaoguang had some possibilities in his mind, but Wang Zhong didn't look like the kind of person who committed suicide.

"No!" Zhou Cong shook his head.

"I checked my uncle, and it's not poisoning!" Feng Yue was also very confused. "My uncle didn't have any trauma on his body, and he didn't feel any pain when he left."

"What's going on?" Cai Xiaoguang said, "It's not poisoning. Could it be sleeping pills?"

Zhou Cong and Feng Yue both shook their heads.

"have no idea!"

"Do you want to check it out?"

"No need." Zhou Cong said firmly, "This is my dad's own choice. We have discussed it and will send my parents' bodies to the funeral parlor for cremation later, and then send them to Xiaoheishan Village in the afternoon."

"Has it been sent to the funeral home?" Cai Xiaoguang suddenly became anxious.

Zhou Cong said, "Not yet, Xiaofeng has already gone to pick up Uncle Guangming and his aunt. I have to let you, my aunt, and my aunt see my parents for the last time."

"Where are your parents?" Zhou Rong suddenly stood up and asked impatiently, "Where are they now?"

Zhou Cong said, "Still in the bedroom upstairs."

As soon as Zhou Cong finished speaking, Zhou Rong couldn't wait to rush upstairs. If she hadn't been seventy years old now and her body was not as strong as before, she would have been able to fly up.

"Xiao Rong!" Cai Xiaoguang immediately stood up and wanted to chase her.
To be continued...