He did not die at the hands of the enemy, nor on the battlefield. Instead, he died at the hands of the disease. This was definitely a torture for a person who had made brilliant military achievements. It was an unprecedented torture, both in will and in spirit.

Mr. Pang still did not choose to surrender to the disease. He gave up all kinds of treatments and lay in the hospital. He did not want to die as pitiful, innocent and humble as others. Faced with terminal illness, he chose to fight to the end. He was determined to face the prehistoric beasts with his steel-like will. Even if he was a mantis armed with a chariot, he would die without regrets.

"You really decided?" Ye Chen turned around and looked at Mr. Pang.

"Well!" he nodded, and then said, "Sometimes, I really want to ask myself if I am really not afraid of death. But sometimes, I am often awakened in my dreams because I am afraid of death."

"Everyone will die, it's just a matter of time!" Ye Chen laughed and said, "Old man, if I could live to your age, I would be satisfied!"

"Are you guys comforting me or hurting me?" The old man glared at Ye Chen with annoyance and continued, "The world in the future will belong to you young people, and I can do so much for you. Ye Chen, I have to tell you that having rights is a very peaceful thing. Not everyone is a bad person. Rights are like a weapon. In the hands of good people, weapons are correct; in the hands of bad people, weapons are wrong."

"I understand!" Ye Chen nodded and said, "Then aren't you afraid that this weapon will become a mistake when it comes to my hands?"

"Not like it!" Mr. Pang shook his head and said, "I have no ability in my life, and the skills of identifying people are quite good. At least few people who have promoted me make mistakes. I believe in you. Just like when I believed in your father Ye Hai!"

"Old man, don't worry, I will be a useful person and a harmless person to the country like my father!" Ye Chen stood beside Mr. Pang's bed, and then gently covered him with a quilt. The old man grabbed Ye Chen's hand tightly with his dry hands, gritted his teeth and said, "If you dare to do anything that is unfavorable to the country, I will not let you go even if I become a ghost!"

"Don't worry!" Ye Chen nodded solemnly, then gently patted Mr. Pang's hand and said, "Even if I'm useless, I will definitely not harm the country."

"That's good, that's good!" Mr. Pang nodded and slowly entered sleep. The action just now had exhausted his strength. In the late stage of lung cancer, he had to rely on oxygen to spend the rest of his life, but Mr. Pang was unwilling, and he would rather rely on himself for everything.

Ye Chen turned around and left, Chairman Liu and others stood at the door.

"Chairman, Vice Chairman Chen..." Ye Chen immediately saluted. As a former soldier, he still maintained the style of some soldiers.

"Well, how do you decide on Mr. Pang's opinion?" Chairman Liu looked at Ye Chen seriously.

"I am willing to follow the old man's will!" Ye Chen nodded.

"That's good!" Chairman Liu smiled with relief, and said, "Appointment will be issued in a while. I hope you can serve the country well. Although you are the patriarch of the Rosjue family, you must not forget that you are even more Chinese."

"Yes!" Ye Chen saluted.

After leaving the hospital, Ye Chen kept thinking about a question: Why do people live? Since they are born, why do they die? Are people really born into this world and suffer? It is really time to accept the punishment of God. Birth, old age, sickness and death seem to be the code of invincible in this world. Everyone knows that some things cannot be changed so easily, and everyone knows that the fate of some people is destined.

Ye Chen refused the escort from the two bodyguards, but walked leisurely here alone. The environment here is very good, with green mountains and clear waters, and there are few such places in Beijing. Especially the transportation here is relatively convenient. Ye Chen took more than half an hour to walk out.

Beijing is a beautiful city, but unfortunately this city is full of haze. Ye Chen looked at the air in the city, and it was a haze, and he couldn't see the scenery in the distance. People came and went, and many people were wearing masks. Ye Chen sighed and said, "Capital, is the pain in the hearts of Chinese people?"

If a country cannot even meet the air in a capital, and even the air in a capital cannot meet the air standards, how can we restrain other cities?

Ye Chen left here with an indescribable mood, and then walked towards the city. Through the bustling streets, he walked through the beautiful and once sensational water cube. The Olympics a few years ago were sensational, which made many countries look at China with admiration. They could not imagine how deep in their hearts, they always thought that it was a weak city that could not even be built in a subway, so how could a world feast be held so magnificent and powerful? This is something that many people who complain about China cannot understand.

Little did they know that this once weak country had stood up and had completely risen.

"Mom, look, there is a big bird flying in the sky!" a innocent little girl said, pointing to the kite in the sky.

"No, that's not a bird, but a kite!" The child's mother corrected the child's mistake and said, "Baby, that's a kite, do you know? Birds are free-flying animals, and their lives are full of challenges and happiness. But kites are in the hands of people and are very different from birds. Once the kite loses human control, it will fall from the vast sky."

"Mom, why?" the little girl asked curiously.

"Because the kite's string is in the hands of people, but the birds do not have this and dependence string!" The child's mother explained with a smile: "Once the kite breaks the string, it will fall from the air like a headless fly, but the birds are not bound or bound by anyone between heaven and earth!"

"Oh!" the little girl nodded in a vague way, and she hurriedly said, "Mom, should that person be like a bird or a kite?"

"This is not a personal choice!" The girl's mother smiled and said, "No matter what, everyone has their own life. Some people live like birds, and some people live like kites, do you understand?"

"Oh, I don't understand!" The girl shook her head. The girl was so old that she said before was beyond Ye Chen's expectations. If she could understand what the child's mother said, it would be very amazing. I guess Ye Chen would rush up and hug the little girl and study it.

Seeing the mother and daughter filled with the elements of "philosophy" slowly leaving, Ye Chen began to think about a question left after they discussed. The girl's mother said that some people live as free as birds, while others are bound like kites. Ye Chen seemed to have a sudden realization. The girl's mother pointed out the secret of heaven in one sentence. Some people were born with birds, and some were born with kites.

The fate of some people is in the hands of others, while the fate of some people is in their own hands. The fate of the Red Clan Leader and the White Clan Leader is indeed in the hands of the Holy See. If we follow the conclusion of the woman just now, whether it is the Red Clan Leader or the White Clan Leader, their fate will definitely belong to the kite type. As for themselves, it should belong to the flying bird type, right?

No matter what it is, it cannot restrain one's own freedom. As long as you want something, you must get it. Thinking of this, Ye Chen suddenly became a little confused. Is his destiny really a bird flying freely? Why can't he decide so many things?

After thinking about it, Ye Chen finally understood that the Holy See was his greatest bond. Whether it was the hatred of killing his father or the Holy See's pursuit of him, Ye Chen was always involuntarily. Ye Chen was a little upset. However, he still acted calmly. Ye Chen began to analyze his future. Will the final fate of the flying bird fall from the sky? What would the bird be like if it ended like a kite?

"Virgin, you said that it's been so long. Brother Ye still remembers us?" Walking in an alley not far away, a big SLR was hanging on his chest with a shoulder bag and a buckwheat steamed bun in his hand. Duoduo and Virgin have grown up unknowingly. After they graduated from school, they joined the journalism industry. Although they are still intern reporters, they still use their own efforts to support their lives.

As an intern reporter, the two little girls are still quite hard at present. They have to run around every day. In this ghost place in Beijing, the salary is pitifully small, but the rent is expensive. If they hadn't had some income in other places, they would have been starved to death. Just relying on the intern reporter's salary of 2,000 yuan this month, I guess they would have been begging on the streets long ago.

Although they lived a difficult life, they never forgot Ye Chen. Even the 100,000 yuan left by Ye Chen had never touched a penny. This is something that has never happened in today's society. The two little girls knew that every penny was hard-earned. The 100,000 yuan must be returned to Ye Chen.

Even if they see the clothes they like very much, they will not use the money in Ye Chen's card.

Virgin also held two buckwheat steamed buns, then took a leisurely bite and said, "Who knows, maybe Ye Chen has forgotten us a long time ago. We are just a passerby in his life. It's like two non-parallel lines, and there is only one intersection in his life."
Chapter completed!