Zhang Jinchao's illness became more and more serious day by day. He lost all consciousness and coughed non-stop. Xiao Shaofei came in with the medicine, blew on it and said, "Dad, it's time to take the medicine."
"Fei...'er, you...you should stop making medicine. Dad's disease cannot be cured by medicine, and it will be a waste of money. If you pawn all the things in the house, you two will not even be able to eat in the future. It's..." Zhang Jinchao shook his head feebly and said intermittently.
Zhang Jinchao refused to take medicine.
Xiao Shaofei was crying anxiously on the side, but there was nothing he could do.
Wang Shaoxiang fed him with a spoon, while Zhang Jinchao clenched his teeth and refused to drink the medicine.
After nightfall, Zhang Jinchao was struggling on the verge of death, looking extremely painful.
Wang Shaoxiang and Xiao Shaofei waited beside Zhang Jinchao, watching his painful expression but helpless.
From time to time, Wang Shaoxiang gently stroked Zhang Jinchao's chest and beat his back with his hands, while Xiao Shaofei used a cloth to wipe his father's cold sweat from the struggle.
Zhang Jinchao struggled painfully for a while and regained his consciousness a little.
Zhang Jinchao sadly looked at his wife and children who were about to become orphans and widowed mothers, and said with great sadness: "Madam, please leave me alone, destiny is here, no one can force it, but I just see that your mother and son are about to become widowed mothers and orphans, God..."
Wang Shaoxiang cried and said: "Master, what nonsense are you talking about..."
Xiao Shaofei also held Zhang Jinchao's hand and said like an adult: "Dad, please get well soon. From now on, I will be an older boy. I will work hard to study and gain fame. I will be the greatest official and help others." Dad redressed his grievance and the official was reinstated."
A long-lost smile appeared on Zhang Jinchao's face. Just as he was about to say something, there was a thunder outside the house, a thunderbolt on a clear sky, and Zhang Jinchao shouted: "My life is at stake!"
The family hugged each other tightly and sobbed.
Outside the window, there was wind and rain, lightning and thunder.
Zhang Jinchao is on his deathbed.
He kept saying: "I am worthy of heaven and worthy of the people... I have a clear conscience... I was wronged! No... no... I cannot die... I am not willing... I want to return to the court... …”
Zhang Jinchao, who was gradually losing consciousness, looked at his beloved wife and son in front of him. How he hoped a miracle would happen at this time; how he hoped he could keep his life.
At this time, Zhang Jinchao was most miserable and pitiful. He didn't want to die but had no way not to die. After all, he was terminally ill and it was obvious that he had a premonition of death.
Master Huifa said: Some people can resist an army of millions, but no one can resist the coming of the God of Death. Everyone will die one day. Human life is between breaths. People cannot control their own lives, and no one can stop them from letting their lives last forever.
At this time, Zhang Jinchao also could not control his own life. Although he could not leave his wife and children, he had no way to keep his life.
Zhang Jinchao looked like he was asleep, lying on the bed without any reaction.
"Dad, wake up, don't fall asleep..." Xiao Shaofei shouted while shaking hard.
Amid Xiao Shaofei's frantic shouting, Zhang Jinchao struggled back from the brink of death and said with a dying breath: "Fei'er, dad... I can't survive anymore. You and your mother have to live well..."
"Dad, you can't leave me and my mother alone..."
It was already daybreak, and Zhang Jinchao once again struggled to come back from the brink of death, looking extremely painful.
Zhang Jinchao looked at Xiao Shaofei in pain and said unwillingly: "I can't die...my son can't become an orphan...I want to see...my son become a high official..."
There was a burst of lightning and thunder, and a thunderbolt exploded. In an instant, it seemed like the sky had collapsed, and heavy rain poured down from the sky.
A strong wind swept through, and two wooden doors were blown down.
Zhang Jinchao is on his deathbed.
In the darkness, Xiao Shaofei's desperate cry came: "Dad - dad -"
Zhang Jinchao couldn't survive, so when Xiao Shaofei was 6 years old, he left his beloved son and beloved wife and passed away.
Unfortunately, at that time, he had not yet entered his forties and had not seen his son get married, so he left his beloved son and beloved wife.
When Xiao Shaofei saw that his father was dead, he cried like crazy...
This heart-wrenching cry was like a thunderbolt exploding in the sky, shaking the sky above the mountain village in the early morning and shaking the vast earth.
Neighbors who had gotten up early to go out to work heard the crying and rushed over. Seeing this situation, they all sympathized with Wang Shaoxiang and her son.
At this point, the villagers had no choice but to help arrange the funeral arrangements for Xiao Shaofei's father, and also advised Wang Shaoxiang, mother and son not to be too sad.
On the day of the funeral, the mountain wind was sloping and it was raining.
The earth was shrouded in heavy rain, and the whole village of Taizhen was in a state of misery.
In the village, a burst of firecrackers, the sad music of the suona, and the sad cries of the mourners echoed in the sky.
A young boy dressed in mourning clothes, kneeling in front of the coffin with his mother and relatives wearing mourning clothes, covered their faces and cried bitterly.
A man dressed in Taoist robes, shaking a copper bell in his hand, murmuring...
The priest presiding over the ceremony, after the man finished reading a passage, shouted: "Raise the lattice!"
The coffin was lifted by six strong men, firecrackers went off again, and suddenly there was a cry of mourning.
Xiao Shaofei carried the banner in front, and the funeral procession came out of the village.
As the mourners walked, they scattered mourning papers in the sky.
The ghost paper fell on the field one after another in the cold wind and rain, stained with mud.
Several old ladies and aunts who were watching the funeral on the side of the road couldn't help wiping away their tears and said sympathetically: "Why is Sister Jin Chao's life so miserable..."
With the help of their neighbors, Xiao Shaofei and his son brought Zhang Jinchao to the mountain for burial.
Seeing that Zhang Jinchao had been buried, the villagers persuaded Xiao Shaofei, mother and son, not to be too sad...
"Dad..." Xiao Shaofei crawled on the new grave on the mountain. His father, who depended on him for life, had been buried under the pile of loess.
Wang Shaoxiang packed up the dishes and said to Xiao Shaofei, who was crying uncontrollably: "Fei'er, let's go home."
Zhang Jinchao's martial arts masters, Long Dahai and his wife, and Mrs. Zhang and Aunt Li next door also came forward to comfort Xiao Shaofei and his son.
Xiao Shaofei knelt motionless and cried bitterly.
Wang Shaoxiang said: "Hey, Fei'er, don't cry. Your father has been buried. People can't be resurrected. Once this is over, there is no need to suffer."
Xiao Shaofei sobbed and asked: "Mom, my father was wronged when he was alive. Why did the disease take my father away after he returned to his hometown? Why are all these things happening?"
Wang Shaoxiang said with tears in her eyes: "Maybe it's because of the hit move..."
Xiao Shaofei looked at Wang Shaoxiang in confusion: "Then my father is destined to be wronged and lose his relatives? Why is my father's life so miserable!"
Wang Shaoxiang choked and said, "Yes, Fei'er, people are born to endure hardship. Otherwise, the baby would cry three times after birth, 'Quak, quack, quack', instead of laughing three times."
Xiao Shaofei asked: "Then why do you have to cry three times?"
"This..." Wang Shaoxiang was speechless and silently stared at Xiao Shaofei in front of him...
Zhang Jinchao left his beloved son and beloved wife behind and passed away unjustly. For Xiao Shaofei and his son, this was like the sky falling.
After returning from the funeral, Xiao Shaofei was sitting alone at home. The recent events were rolling through his mind like a roller coaster. He couldn't believe that he had lost his father forever like this. How he hoped that this was not reality, but just a dream. One game.
However, reality is reality!
The sad and desolate day finally passed. The mud-brick house at the west end of the village shrouded in night seemed to be crumbling amidst the "whooshing" strong wind.
At night, the wind howled, streaks of lightning pierced the dark night sky, bursts of thunder roared, and a loud thunderbolt cut the tree in front of the door in half. Then, heavy rain poured down.
In an instant, this mud-brick house was like a lonely boat drifting in a stormy ocean.
The planks, battens and tiles on the roof were all swept away by the strong wind, and the heavy rain shot down from above like arrows. At this time, the roof reached the sky, as if it were in the open air.
At this time, Zheng Lifang and Xiao Shaofei are unable to escape...
Wang Shaoxiang thought that her husband had just been buried, and the storm was wreaking havoc like a demon, and she couldn't help but feel sad: "Oh God! Why do you treat my mother and son like this?" A cry from heaven was heard, and the thunder was instantly drowned...
A strong wind blew in from outside and swept away the coir raincoats and pointed bamboo hats worn by the mother and son.
Faced with the death of her husband and the ruin of her family, Wang Shaoxiang lost all hope. She carried Xiaoshao and stumbled to the corner of the room, where she sat on the sofa where her husband had lay before his death.
The mother and son were in a desperate situation. Wang Shaoxiang had no love left. He closed his eyes tightly and sat on the sofa waiting to die...
Just as Xiao Shaofei and his son were sitting on the sofa waiting to die, a breeze blew, carrying the aura of the mountains...
Xiao Shaofei slowly opened his desperate eyes and looked through the sky-high roof. Suddenly, a big wonder appeared in front of him——
Above the sky-high roof, like the sun rising in the east, a pair of dragons and phoenixes circled back and forth over the roof, creating a colorful halo that enveloped the entire roof, like a colorful halo of dragons and phoenixes.
With the roar of dragons and phoenixes, like misty fairy music, floated from the sky...
Then, a hoarse voice sounded: "Xiao Fei - Auntie -" as if in response to the ethereal fairy music.
Immediately, a gentle breeze came and the heavy rain subsided.
There is a clear sky between the sky and the earth. In the high night sky, half of the moon is shining brightly, breaking through the cover of dark clouds and spreading its light to the world.
Under the moonlight, Zhang Jinchao's martial arts master Long Dahai and his wife appeared in front of Xiao Shaofei and his son.
"Ah, uncle and aunt!" With a heart-piercing cry, Xiao Shaofei and his son knelt down in front of Long Dahai and his wife like people who had suffered a lot.
"Let's go! The roof is reaching the sky, let's go to the uncle's house first!" Long Dahai took the young master and flew out.
It turned out that during the day, after Long Dahai returned home from the funeral, he was always thinking: His disciple had just been buried, and Xiao Shaofei, mother and son would inevitably think about this and that at home, which made them a little scared, especially at night...
Long Dahai originally wanted to wait until after dinner before he and his wife came over to ask Xiao Shaofei to stay at his house temporarily. Unexpectedly, as soon as he picked up his rice bowl, the sky started to rain like this, which had never happened in a century.
After dinner, the rain got heavier and the wind got wilder. Long Dahai had a premonition that Xiao Shaofei's mud-brick house would be blown down by the strong wind, so he put on his raincoat and braved the heavy rain and wind. There was no room for explanation. , pulled Xiao Shaofei out of the house.
The moment Long Dahai and his wife pulled Xiao Shaofei out of the house, they heard a "boom" and the mud-brick house collapsed.
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