When they arrived at the second floor, they saw a young man standing guard at the top of the stairs with a shell gun astride him. When he saw Zhou Wen, the young man smiled and saluted and said, "The young master is finally back, but he has thought badly of the villain. The master just fell asleep, and the young master It's better to go up later. My mother is taking care of him, it's okay."
Zhou Wen remembered. This man was Zhang Youfeng's son. His name was Zhang Bao. He used to work as a boy in a business. Why did he come to his house? And he was actually wearing a box gun. In the past, only his eldest brother Lin Dongping could carry a gun. Wait, this gun looks very familiar. It seems to be the original one owned by Big Brother.
Zhou Wen already knew that something was wrong. There was a thief in the family. At the moment, he ignored Zhang Bao and said, "Junior brother, go to the gate and guard it. Don't let anyone get out." He glanced at Ti Jing behind him again. Just walked upstairs. Zhang Xiaoping rushed out with a whoosh. That Zhang Bao was anxious. Just as he was about to stop him, Ti Jing grabbed him by the neck and carried him over like a chicken. The gun from his waist was snatched away in an instant. With a little force, he was already frightened. Zhang Bao fainted.
Zhou Wen went upstairs and saw his father's bedroom door opened, and a panicked old woman came out. Zhou Wen knew that she was Zhang Youfeng's wife named Aunt Zhang. She usually helped in the kitchen. When was it her turn to take care of his father?
Aunt Zhang suppressed her anxiety and said with a charming smile: "Amitabha, the young master is finally back. The master said..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhou Wen pushed his head and hit the doorpost. He rolled his eyes and fainted. Zhou Wen controlled his strength just right, only knocking him out but not bleeding - bleeding was unlucky in his father's residence.
Zhou Wen strode into the bedroom, only to feel a sour smell in the room. The windows in the dark room were closed and the air was polluted. Zhou Wen said: "Senior brother, go and open the window." He walked to the big bed and took a look, and he almost had a nervous breakdown.
His father was sleeping on the bed with his eyes closed. His formerly chubby face was now so thin that his eye sockets were sunken, and he smelled very bad.
Zhou Wen's eyes were red. He stepped forward and gently lifted the quilt, only to see traces of urine and urine everywhere on the bed. Feeling that his father's breath was weak, Zhou Wen hurriedly shouted: "Junior brother Feng, come quickly."
At this time, Miaohua had opened all the windows, and the room became brighter in an instant. Feng Tianpei rushed to the bed, stretched out his hand to check his pulse and said, "Senior brother, first use massage to let uncle relax. I'm afraid there are a lot of bedsores, so I need to clean them and apply medicine immediately. I think they haven't eaten for a few days, so I asked them to make porridge and boil some hot water."
Zhou Wen quickly reached out and picked up his father's body, which was as light as a grass. With his left hand, he pushed down all the contaminated sheets and quilts on the bed. Then he gently placed his father on the bed, pressed his father's chest, and the Prajna Qi slowed down. Slowly typing, looking at the old father's skinny body, tears fell down.
Miaohua had already walked out and was directing her subordinates to get busy in the courtyard. Anyone who dared to raise questions would be beaten until their nose and mouth bleed. He asked Li Dazhuan, who was stunned with fright, "Who was the servant who used to serve the master?"
Li Dachuan stammered: "Yes-yes-yes-Huang Ma. She is in the kitchen now."
"Call her over."
When the servant named Huang Ma came over, Miaohua said: "Now go up and listen to your young master's instructions. If anything happens, just ask the servant to take care of it. If anyone doesn't listen to you, tell me."
Only then did Huang's mother know that the young master was back. She covered her mouth with her hands in disbelief and cried softly. Miaohua drank: "Now is not the time to cry, go quickly."
Huang Ma suppressed her excitement and ran upstairs while crying.
At this time, Zhang Xiaoping came over with the little old man in his hand. It turned out that Zhang Youfeng, the second housekeeper, saw that the situation was not good and wanted to run out of the door, but Zhang Xiaoping directly captured him.
Ti Jing also walked over carrying the limp Zhang Bao and Aunt Zhang in one hand.
Miaohua looked at Li Dashuan who was trembling all over and said: "You, whatever you look at, it's you. Come here, tie up these people and gag them. Just guard them. If anyone tries to run away, just beat them up. Beat them up." Will it?"
Li Dashuan replied hurriedly: "Yes, yes, I will do as I please."
Upstairs, Zhou Wen's prajna energy was indeed unparalleled, and Zhou Jinghai's breathing gradually became clearer. Feng Tianpei helped with a few more acupuncture needles, and within half an hour, Zhou Jinghai slowly woke up.
As soon as he woke up, Zhou Jinghai saw the familiar face that he had been thinking about day and night. At first he thought that the father and son were meeting in the underworld. I feel the pain in my body and a breath in my body guiding my breathing. I feel so comfortable and peaceful. The pain in the body can be ignored.
"My son is back, Awen is back." Zhou Jinghai began to cheer up. Although he was still too weak to speak, his body was like a dry land that had been dry for a long time being moistened by the spring rain, and was gradually coming to life.
Zhou Wen felt his father's eyes slowly brighten, and he looked straight at him without blinking. A few tears flowed from the corners of his eyes. The corners of his weak mouth twitched slightly - Zhou Wen knew his father was smiling.
He also looked at his father smiling with tears in his eyes. The father and son looked at each other like this, smiling and crying...
Then whether it was Zhou Wen helping Zhou Jinghai clean his body and apply medicine, or Zhou Wen feeding him spoonfuls of rice porridge, his eyes never left Zhou Wen. Just looking at his son, as if he couldn't get enough of him.
The father and son did not say a word from beginning to end, and there was no need to speak - silence was better than sound at this time.
Everyone else in the room did things very lightly, not wanting to disturb the peaceful and peaceful atmosphere of father and son reunited after a long separation.
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At two o'clock in the afternoon, Xu Dacheng arrived with his brothers. A dozen male and female servants who had been standing in a row in the yard in front of the main hall for several hours saw a dozen armed soldiers jumping out of the truck with a roar. They came up and surrounded the yard tightly. , two machine guns were set up at the gate. Several servants whose backs ached from standing immediately fell to the ground in fright.
Zhou Wen, who was sitting on a seat at the entrance of the main hall, looked at these servants coldly and said nothing. During this period, any servants who wanted to speak were silenced and could only stand obediently, looking at Zhou Wen with a cold look in his eyes in fear. Is this still the amiable and frail young man from before? Is he still the young master who smiles and is polite when meeting everyone?
At this time Xu Dacheng walked in and said: "Awen, I asked Gazi to lead people to guard the store, and everyone is under control. When we are done here, we will go over."
Zhou Wen nodded and said: "Dacheng, you go upstairs to see my dad first. He will definitely be happier to see you."
Xu Dacheng agreed and went upstairs.
Zhou Wen said coldly to Zhang Youfeng's family of three, who were tied and kneeling on the ground and about to pee in fear: "Let's start talking. It's impossible for you slaves to be so bold as to murder the master's family. Say it. If you don't say it, it won't happen." Opportunity.”
