"Old man, you don't want to die?!"
"Why are you drinking so much wine?"
"Can't drink anymore!"
Faced with Zhu Jin's 'blame', Lao Hongtou did not respond. Instead, he sat there silently like an injured Tiger King.
The pair of eyes that used to reveal wildness now dimmed and gradually turned red.
Snap.
A clear voice sounded.
The old man who had not cried in ten years could no longer hold back his tears today.
Drops of crystal tears kept falling to the ground.
Zhu Jin panicked.
Ever since he met Mr. Hong, he had never seen him cry, let alone sigh.
In Zhu Jin's eyes, Lao Hongtou has always been that mighty and domineering existence.
But today, what happened?
"Old man, what happened?"
"Did someone bully you?"
Zhu Jin's eyes instantly turned cold to the bone!
Lao Hongtou treats him like a close relative. If anyone dares to bully him...
"Ten years ago, our eldest grandson was gone, and so was our wife..."
"Now, our son is gone too..."
"Our son is gone!"
A voice of extreme sorrow sounded.
The old man's tears began to turn red.
Those are tears of blood!
"We have put all our efforts into raising our son from childhood to adulthood..."
"I just left as soon as I said..."
"His mother is gone, his son is gone, and he is gone too, leaving us alone as a bad old man. What should we do in the future, what should we do!"
Lao Hongtou could no longer suppress his emotions.
He broke down and cried.
Except for Xiao Ming Wang Chen Hai and the time he went to pay homage, no one had ever seen him cry.
But even that time, it was just acting.
No one has ever seen crying in the real sense.
Even yesterday's funeral.
Even if he witnessed the son he had cultivated for decades become a cold corpse.
Even as he placed his son's cold hands in his arms.
He never shed a tear in front of others.
Because he is the emperor of Ming Dynasty.
He is the god of thousands of people.
He is a hero of the Han people.
He is Emperor Hongwu!
He can't cry!
He is such a stubborn, strong old man who never bows his head!
But today, he finally couldn't hold on any longer.
"Old man."
"Condolences."
Zhu Jin didn't say much.
He put his hands on the old man's shoulders.
He could feel the old man's extreme sadness.
A white-haired person gives a black-haired person a gift. This kind of blow is not something that ordinary old people can bear.
Although Lao Hongtou is not an ordinary person, this feeling, day after day, is enough to knock people down.
Zhu Jin was very scared.
He was afraid that Lao Hongtou would be unable to recover under the blow of such extreme grief.
"Our life is bitter! It's bitter!"
Zhu Yuanzhang took the wine bottle back from Zhu Jin's hand and continued to pour it into his mouth.
This time Zhu Jin did not stop him.
He was also very sad in his heart.
This old man's life is indeed hard.
First, the eldest grandson died in infancy.
Then my wife passed away.
After a few good years, my son was gone again.
For the rest of my life, in this vast world, I will have no relatives left.
Taking a deep breath, Zhu Jin seemed to have made a decision and said:
"Old man, don't be sad!"
"My grandson is gone, my wife is gone, my son is gone, don't be afraid."
"From now on, you will treat me as your grandson."
"I will provide for you until the end of your life."
According to Zhu Jin's imagination, after he said these words, Lao Hongtou should have been so moved that he hugged him and cried.
But Lao Hongtou is no ordinary old man after all.
He seemed not to hear and continued to pour wine into his mouth.
Zhu Jin was anxious now.
If the old man continues to drink like this, he will definitely die!
In desperation, Zhu Jin grabbed the wine bottle again, threw it out, and then said sharply:
"Old Hongtou! Look at yourself! Do you still look like you used to?"
"Where has that heroic old man gone?!"
"Yes, your son is gone, your grandson is gone, and your wife is gone."
"But you are still alive, aren't you!"
"This person has passed away, but the living people still have to live a good life, right?"
"Your son, your grandson, your wife, if anyone knew about your appearance, they would be distressed!"
"No one's life is smooth sailing. When I was eight years old, I had a blur of consciousness, and it seemed like I was dead but not dead! When I regained consciousness, I found myself locked in a coffin!"
"My parents should have thought I was dead and just buried me!"
"If I hadn't had a strong sense of survival, I would have been buried alive!"
"But this isn't the end yet!"
"After I climbed out with all my strength, I found that the mountain was full of officers and soldiers!"
"I thought to myself, that's bad! I can't be the queen of sinners, right? These people are obviously looking for me!"
"Even in this desperate situation, I still escaped and survived!"
"It's normal to encounter ups and downs, but you must be strong and survive! You have lived your whole life, you must know this better than me, right?"
boom! ! !
Before Zhu Jin's fierce shouting, roaring, and roaring ended, he was interrupted by an unexpected sound of a wine bottle falling to the ground.
I saw the wine bottle suddenly fell down and shattered all over the floor!
At the same time, Lao Hongtou stared at Zhu Jin as if he was struck by lightning!
Those eyes are like a tiger, like a real dragon!
And the light bursting out of those eyes was even more heart-stopping!
"What did you say?!"
"What did you just say?!"
