The transformation of the optical lettering film was very successful, mainly because Wangjiacun simply took over their land and built a house on the spot, as well as other compensations, etc., which was a good thing.
Although the high-rise buildings were built to accommodate more people, Zhou Bingkun did build them according to normal commercial residences, not like those relocation buildings.
In the middle of 1997, as the last family moved out of the optical film, the original buildings were turned into rubble on the ground. The touching stories of the innocent era in the past were gradually revealed, brick by brick, sand and stone. Scattered by the wind, the photograms of the past are no longer there.
Although Zhou Zhigang always talked about dismantling the optical tablet, when the optical tablet was really gone, he seemed to be drained of energy and unable to recover, as if this was the end of his life and he had no regrets.
He no longer looked at the gate. Every day he and Li Suhua took the bus to the construction site of the optical lettering film, and occasionally went to Wangjia Village to see the construction site. The old couple hang out with each other every day, laughing and wandering the streets of Jichun. They see that this is no longer the Jichun they remember.
In January of 2001, the prosperous atmosphere of the New Year was wafting in every corner of Jichun, and something called the flavor of the New Year permeated people's hearts. The old Zhou family, which used to be lively, is in a miserable state this year.
In the first hospital of the city, looking at his biological father and mother lying on the bed, Zhou Bingkun asked his good brother beside him with red eyes: "Brother, is it really impossible to save? Are you a miracle doctor? I beg you, brother, you Lets see……"
Wang Yan just shook his head and patted his shoulder.
Zhou Zhigang lay down yesterday, and Li Suhua lay down today. He had expected this situation. After all, Zhou Zhigang was seventy-five years old and Li Suhua was one year younger and seventy-four years old. Last year, the two of them started to get sick frequently, and their bodies couldn't handle it anymore.
If Zhou Rong hadn't been so angry three times before, he might have been able to live for a few more years, and he might even reach eighty. But everything that was supposed to happen has happened, and he is still alive today because of his wonderful doctor, Wang. Li Suhua's body was originally in better shape than Zhou Zhi's, but now that Zhou Zhi had just laid down, she might have felt it and knew that she couldn't keep it anymore. She was worried and had no will to live, so it was natural for her to lie down.
Apart from Zhou Rong, all the children and grandchildren in the family are good. The eldest son has a high official position, the younger son has a bigger business, and they also have a nephew who is grateful for taking care of them all these years. Except for Zhou Zishan, the other grandchildren are all in prestigious schools. The oldest, Zhou Jianhua, got married and gave birth to a great-grandson, and Feng Yue also got married and gave birth to a great-granddaughter. The remaining children are doing well and have nothing to worry about.
Now it's good for both of them to lie down together and walk forward and backward.
Zhou Bingkun still refused to give up: "Is there really nothing we can do?"
"If it can be cured, will I let it go?" Wang Yan shook his head and said: "Bingkun, you are already pretty good at this age. Now you can live to your seventies without illness or disaster, but how many of us in China can you find? Dad? Mom will have to leave one day, and you and I will also have to leave sooner or later. Wipe your tears and take the old couple back later."
Zhou Bingkun said nothing, squatted on the ground, covered his face with his hands, shrugged his shoulders, and cried loudly. There is no need to say more about the sadness of it.
Wang Yan didn't say much, rubbed his big head, glanced at Zheng Juan who was also sad, Hao Dongmei, who was standing against the wall, and a group of junior children, and sighed. .
Birth, old age, illness and death are the normal conditions of life. He has seen too many things related to him. It doesn't matter. He has sent away many of his children and grandchildren. Although he appears quite sad, just because he has to be a little sad at this time, in fact, in his heart No ripples.
After more than four hundred years, he has gained a new understanding of life and death. He used to be afraid of death, but now, he has long regarded death calmly. Of course, not being afraid of death is just an attitude toward death, but it does not mean seeking death. He asked himself that his brain was not sick, his body and mind were still healthy, and it would not be a big problem for him to survive for another eighteen hundred years.
Li Suhua opened her eyes on the bed and turned her head to look at her old son squatting on the ground crying. She said weakly, "Bingkun."
"Mom, are you okay?" Zhou Bingkun hurriedly ran to the bed, stretched out his hand to hold his mother's hand, and did not forget to turn around and greet him: "Brother, see if it's okay? Is it okay?"
"Mom is fine, you don't have to look, she knows it herself." Li Suhua smiled and touched her old son's face: "Look at you kid, the boss and the big boss are now your grandfather, why are you crying? Your brother just You're right. One day, Mom's life will be complete, which is a good thing. Xiaoyan, can your uncle still wake up? "
"Yes, it'll be two o'clock before I wake up."
"Bingkun, go home, let's all go home."
"Go home, go home, I'll have someone come over right now." Zhou Bingkun nodded repeatedly, wiped away his endless tears, took out his cell phone and called his men to call for a taxi. In fact, an ambulance could deliver him, but he didn't feel as comfortable as the car he found.
Li Suhua was chattering nonchalantly to the children in the room. She didn't dare to sleep because she was afraid she wouldn't wake up...
After struggling for a while, Zhou Zhigang and Li Suhua were brought home.
Not long after arriving home, Zhou Zhigang woke up, fed and drank some water. After relaxing for a while, he and Li Suhua leaned on the bedside and smoked cigarettes.
He coughed and looked at the crowd of children and grandchildren crowded in the room. He waved his hand: "What are you doing? A whole family crying? We are not dead yet. Go and do whatever you have to do. Bingkun Now, where’s Bingyi?”
Hao Dongmei said: "Dad, I have called Bingyi, he will be back soon."
"Yueyue."
"Grandpa."
Zhou Zhigang took a deep breath and wanted to say something, but he didn't say it after all. He shook his head and said, "From now on, if anything happens, I'll go to your two uncles. If nothing works, I'll go to your Uncle Wang. Do you understand?"
Feng Yue's tears suddenly flowed out. She nodded and choked with sobs: "Grandpa, I know you still miss my mother. A few years ago, I went to Guizhou Province on a business trip, and I went to the golden place where my father and I used to go to the countryside. Bacun. She went back to teach again and said she has been doing it for several years."
Li Suhua glanced at the old man, then turned to ask her granddaughter: "How is she? Still blaming us?"
"It's pretty good, but I haven't seen her for so many years, and she's a bit unfamiliar. She's not too warm to me. She asked about our current situation and didn't say anything else. It's been so many years, grandma, Grandpa, don’t worry about it.”
Zhou Zhigang cheered and waved his hand: "It's all gone, it's gone..."
Although he was dying, his mind was still clear. What Feng Yue said was clear to Han Hu, and he understood it clearly, but he just couldn't get through it. After all, if it really happened, she would have to talk about the whole process and what the conversation was like. Maybe she had a quarrel with Zhou Rong, otherwise there would be no talk of rawness and lack of warmth.
Those who dispersed were a group of children, but the adults were still there.
Looking at his old son who was crying and wiping away his tears, Zhou Zhigang said with a smile: "Bingkun, there's nothing to cry about. Your mother and I are both your age and we haven't suffered, which is good. In our family, you are the one I love the most. Those who are not optimistic are the most promising, there is really no way to explain this."
Zhou Bingkun wiped away his tears and looked at his father with a smile: "Then what did you think before?"
"You, if you are diligent and down-to-earth, can live a good life, but I didn't expect that you would become a big boss now. I really didn't realize that you have such great abilities."
"Dad, you're really right. It's my brother Yan who is capable. Without him, we wouldn't be here today."
"Xiaoyan, well, I have to thank Xiaoyan. I've made you worry a lot over the years."
Wang Yan shook his head and said with a smile: "Uncle, we are all one family, there is nothing to thank you for."
Zhou Zhigang nodded with a smile and looked at Zheng Juan who was wiping tears: "Zheng Juan, you have taken care of our family these years. What I am most satisfied with Bingkun is not that he has become a big boss or how rich he is. , I just got such a good wife like you."
Li Suhua also chided in and said, "Well, Juan'er has been busy inside and outside these years. It was he who chose Bingkun to marry you."
Zheng Juan wanted to laugh, but couldn't hold back crying. She just called her parents sadly.
At this moment, Zhou Bingyi ran in anxiously: "Dad! Mom!"
Zhou Zhigang responded with a smile: "You're back, Bingyi."
Looking at his parents leaning on the bed side by side, Zhou Bingyi also blushed: "Dad, Mom...I haven't been able to take care of you all these years, I'm sorry..."
"Hey, are you taking care of the two of us? Although they all say that raising children is for old age, dad also knows that since he left in 1969, you have completely left this family. You are an official. It’s different, you have to serve the people. Dad is an old party member, haven’t you realized this yet? Okay, okay, don’t cry, let’s talk, talk..."
Different from the past when the family was together, they always talked about the future, compared the past with the present, and imagined the good days in the future. Instead, he recalled bits and pieces of the past and talked about Zhou Bingkun and the others' childhood. For a moment, the room was filled with laughter and laughter. If it weren't for a room full of people laughing with tears in their eyes, and if it wasn't for Zhou Zhigang's strenuous voice gradually becoming inaudible, it would just be an ordinary day.
"The Exotic Land Development of Vegetable-Growing Skeletons"
Zhou Zhigang took Li Suhua's hand and touched her face with one hand, his eyes shining brightly: "Suhua... let's go first..." After he finished speaking, his hand fell down while supporting his old wife, and he closed his eyes naturally. , two lines of clear tears slipped through, regret after all...
Brothers Zhou Bingyi and Zhou Bingkun had already knelt down, gritting their teeth to prevent themselves from crying, looking at their old mother who was also in tears on the bed.
Li Suhua grabbed his wife's hand and sighed: "Old man, this life is not easy... It's good to go, it's good to go, it's all over."
She looked at the group of people in front of her, and then at the group of grandchildren waiting at the door. Finally, her eyes fell on her two sons, and she said with a smile: "You two, live a good life, don't let your father If you’re disappointed, don’t let mom down either…”
As she spoke, she closed her eyes with a smile, her body's vitality passed away, and her head rested on Zhou Zhigang's shoulder. The old couple leaned on each other, so harmoniously.
"Dad...Mom..."
Brothers Zhou Bingyi and Zhou Bingkun finally cried and screamed loudly. Others present also shed tears and cried. A group of grown-up kids outside also started crying. These grandparents have always been very good to them. Most of them were raised by Li Suhua, and they have deep feelings for them.
Of course Wang Yan didn't cry, but he lit a cigarette, turned around and walked out, just staying here and worrying...
Zhou Zhigang and Li Suhua were born in the Republic of China, experienced the Anti-Japanese War, the Unification War, New China, lived into the new millennium, and witnessed the prosperity of the country with their own eyes.
The passing of a generation is the end of an era and the beginning of a new era...
The death of Zhou Zhigang and Li Suhua made Zhou Bingkun depressed for a while, but he understood the truth and it would be fine if he got over it and continued to be busy with his business empire.
Zhou Bingyi is still the same. He has already been promoted to second in command and is doing a good job. It is said that we will be transferred out again, and further steps are just around the corner.
The three generations, because of their family connections, are doing well in business and politics. Only Wang Jianye was influenced by his biological mother and became involved in literature and art. He had a lot of fun and inherited his mother's title of a prodigal child.
Zhou Bingkun's group of friends are definitely much better than those in the original drama, but they also lost their friendship with Zhou Bingkun. When Zhou Bingkun reaches his current status, he will have no regrets, which is good.
Qu Xiuzhen, this elder who cared about Zhou Bingkun, this friend who had been with him for many years, could not wake up in 2002. This is already the result of Wang Yan's help, and he lives a few more years than he originally would.
Jin Yueji, Zhou Bingyi's mother-in-law, lived until 2008 and left after the Olympic Games. On the one hand, Wang Yan helped to adjust this, and on the other hand, it was because he really didn't have any worries and lived four years longer than originally, which is not bad.
As for Wang Yan himself, of course he is still the same as before. He occasionally looks at Long Teng's scientific research results, and spends most of his time in the hospital from eight to five, treating illnesses, saving lives, and teaching disciples.
The First Municipal Hospital has established a separate Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, built a special building, and has its own operating system. Of course, Wang Yan is the director. Without bragging, after years of careful guidance, this is the best traditional Chinese medicine hospital in China. At the same time, he is also named Vice President of the Academy of Chinese Medical Sciences and Professor of the Beijing College of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Jichun No. 1 Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine is a place where the best of the best are selected for traditional Chinese medicine internships. As for why he is not the dean, the main reason is that he does not care about administration, otherwise he would be the eldest brother.
Of course, these are not the only changes he made to the field of Chinese medicine. The most important thing is that after many years of persistence and with the improvement of his status and qualifications, he changed the entire teaching system of traditional Chinese medicine after becoming the elder brother of traditional Chinese medicine.
After nine years of compulsory education, those who are interested in developing traditional Chinese medicine can apply for technical secondary schools offered by major traditional Chinese medicine schools and graduate directly to university. Of course, not many people signed up for this, mainly because Chinese medicine is not an easy path, and it takes a long time to learn and make money. Those who have no family background and cannot make ends meet will definitely not go.
Of course, Wang Yan had anticipated this situation. He had nothing but plenty of money. After graduating from college, we directly provide subsidies with the state to support traditional Chinese medicine.
Of course, Chinese medicine is a dialectical subject, which also involves many Eastern philosophical ideas, and even those who are not smart can't learn it. In order not to delay the future of some stupid children who have only enthusiasm but no talent, but also to screen out suitable talents, even if it is just a technical secondary school, it is not so easy to pass the exam. Only after a series of examinations and tests can they be approved. Admission. This solves many of the sequelae of this education system. However, this is still in the exploratory stage. It has advantages but also many disadvantages. It still needs to be studied slowly.
Wang Yanxian had nothing to do. He just did it on a whim this time. It will probably not happen again in the future. Whenever he has another thought, he will talk about it...
The hands of time moved forward again, and in a blink of an eye it was the New Year's Eve of 2020. In Zhou Bingkun's villa, three generations of the old Zhou family, including three generations of Wang Yan's family, gathered together to spend the festival together.
Since Jin Yueji disappeared, it has been like this basically every year.
Sixty-nine-year-old Wang Yan, seventy-two-year-old Zhou Bingyi, and sixty-eight-year-old Zhou Bingkun were sitting on the sofa, drinking wine and eating side dishes. The three wives were busy making dumplings with a group of children, which was very lively.
Because of Wang Yan and Zhou Bingkun, Zhou Bingyi worked equally hard, but he did not get cancer and was in good health. Wang Yan seemed to be working hard for eighty years.
He sighed with emotion: "It's so fast..."
"I knew you had to say this every year." Zhou Bingkun blew out the smoke, shook his head and smiled: "You think this is strange, Brother Yan, after so many years, you don't look old, you are almost seventy. There is no white hair at all, and it looks like someone in their forties or fifties. Look at both of us, our hair is basically all white."
Without Wang Yan's words, Zhou Bingyi explained: "How can we two brothers compare? He is a Chinese medicine practitioner, good at martial arts, and has good health. Based on these two points, if in ancient times, he met an emperor who wanted to live forever, he would You can become a national master. Of course, your status is not low now. Aren’t you, Brother Yan, leading the health care work of the big leaders?"
Wang Yan said with a smile: "It's just maintenance. I haven't worked hard these years, and I haven't bothered myself. If I have a good mentality, I will naturally be in good health."
The three old men laughed and chatted for a while. Zhou Bingyi said: "Yueyue told me that Zhou Rong was gone years ago. Do you know?"
Wang Yan smiled and nodded, and Zhou Bingkun snorted: "You will live to be seventy, and you will burn high incense."
Zhou Bingyi sighed: "My parents are almost twenty years old, do they still remember?"
"I wanted to whip her a long time ago, but my parents were there at that time. It was too ugly, and I didn't want to see her do it later. You wait until I die and see her. You have to give her two mouths. Son." Zhou Bingkun was very angry, raised his head and took a sip of wine: "My parents may have done something wrong back then, but they are gone, what else does she think? Seriously, if she hadn't been angry three times, According to what Brother Yan said, we can live for several more years. Okay, let's not comment on it as an afterthought. Let's just say that after her parents died, she didn't say anything about coming back to burn paper? One or two years will do, that's a whole nineteen years, until she dies. She hasn’t come back yet, how desperate can you say she is?”
Zhou Bingyi shook his head and said: "She may be embarrassed to come back, and she is also stressed."
"What kind of pressure does she have? It's such an unfilial thing..."
"Okay, okay." Wang Yan patted Zhou Bingkun on the shoulder: "Why are you talking about that when everyone is gone?"
Zhou Bingkun was silent for a moment and let out a long breath: "Brother Yan, I can rest assured. Brother, you have to live a few more years, otherwise it would be meaningless to me."
"Damn it, I'm working for a hundred bucks." Zhou Bingyi looked at his good brother angrily: "You're celebrating the New Year, please hope that I can do better."
"That's okay, that's okay..."
"The dumplings are good."
"You three, hurry up, it's time to eat, it's time to eat, don't eat the dumplings, drink them down first..."
Outside the window, heavy snow started to fall at some point, and inside the house, a family was reunited again.
The water droplets condensed and rolled down on the floor-to-ceiling windows due to the temperature difference between inside and outside, reflecting the prosperity and joy of the family.
Just like back then, there were three bungalows with dilapidated windows sealed with plastic...
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