Gan Tao has been in Xiangjiang these days, and has really responded to the saying that the plan cannot keep up with the changes. He had already booked a direct flight from Xiangjiang to Paris, but it was cancelled due to negative news early in the morning.

But after the Cannes Organizing Committee announced the candidate for the 61st Cannes Film Festival, the original storm was instantly suppressed, which made him leave and stay. After hesitating, he chose to stay in Xiangjiang for two days to see if there were any subsequent changes!

The first day of grey hurried by.

The next day, with the voices of Liu Dehua, Shu Qi, Chen Jiashang, Chen Kexing and others, they kept saring and mocking, and only two unscrupulous tabloids were scolded. The negative news came less and less. When he was packing his things and preparing to set off again, a call came from his hometown. The old man was critically ill and asked him to return quickly!

The clothes on the bed were stuffed into the travel bag and changing into shoes. He didn't even wait for the elevator and started to go down the stairs as he trotted all the way.

"Zihan, are you sleeping now?" On the taxi heading to the airport, he called Wang Zihan, the secretary who was rationed by Tongxin.

"Just not sleeping. You can arrange a car and two drivers in a while. After about three hours, let them pick me up at Hongqiao Airport."

"There is no requirement for the car. OK, just fast speed! Tell the driver that it is a long distance! Where to go? Go to my hometown! Okay, I'll go to the airport right away!"

"Haruko, please contact the Cannes Organizing Committee tomorrow morning and ask me for a week's leave first."

"What's the matter? The old man at home is afraid that it won't work anymore, so that's all. OK, I'll have to buy a ticket if I die."

Just as the phone was flirting with, it rang again, which made him feel rushing, "Hey, hello, who?"

"Taozi, where are you!"

Although it was a strange number, he could hear the voice on the other end of the phone, "Sister, don't cry, I'm already buying a ticket, I'll fly straight to Xiangjiang later. How are you now?"

The eldest sister he said was Gan Feng, and she should actually call her fifth sister, three years older than him. Thirty years ago, if the family gave birth to five girls in succession and their parents were boyish over girls, I can imagine how difficult it would be for the girl that the younger generation would be.

There was no way, so my grandparents had to take Gan Feng, who couldn't speak at the time, and pulled her into the middle of her shit and urine.

So his fifth sister, now the eldest sister, has devoted all her family affection to her grandparents since she was a child. Now that the old man is like this, she must have been very anxious, otherwise she would not have called him in a crying voice.

"Grandpa, I don't know anyone anymore!"

"Sister, let's not talk about it for now. I will board the plane soon and will definitely arrive home tomorrow morning!"

"Mr. Gan, can you sign me?"

Looking outside the cabin, Gan Tao, whose eyes were filled with memories, turned his head, "I was in a bad mood today!"

"Damn, just pretend to be a big brand, just act!"

The passenger who wanted to sign the autograph muttered when he left angrily, he heard it clearly, but pretended not to know it. As an actor, he had seen too many complaints and scolded him. Such words that were not even intense could not cause any ripple in his heart!

The passenger plane arrived at Haishi on time and left the airport with its luggage. After contacting Wang Zihan who came to pick him up from Kunshi, the two and two drivers rushed to Huaishi in the dark night.

"Mr. Gan, go to bed for a while. Blankets have been prepared in advance in the car." Looking at Gan Tao who had been silent after getting in the car, Secretary Wang Zihan advised.

"It's okay to not sleep for a day. I'll give the blanket to the driver on the co-pilot. I'll change the person after I get to the service area!"

"It's okay, Mr. Gan, we are professional drivers. If you drive alone, it's okay!"

He nodded, stopped talking, took out his cell phone and wanted to call Jiang Mei before asking about the situation, but thinking of Jiang Mei's hot temperament, he probably couldn't explain clearly for a while, so he had to call Gan Feng.

"Sister, what's the old man now?"

"I've already worn a shroud." After the sentence, all he could hear was the sob covering his mouth.

"Call me if you have anything to do. I'll cross the river immediately and get home in four hours!"

He finished speaking impatiently. The four people in the car were still unclear about Mr. Gan in the rear parking space. It was because there was an elderly man at home and he had to rush back to meet for the last time, so he was so anxious.

In the dark night, it seemed as if on the endless highway, the black car became faster and faster. In the dull and dim car, only the "crunching" button sound made by Wang Zihan clicking on his phone.

After getting off the highway, the car drove for about ten minutes, and there were more and more familiar buildings. Half an hour later, the car turned off the provincial highway and turned its back to the irrigation canal that was carried by his grandfather's generation, and he also pointed the driver in the direction.

When he passed by his own building, he glanced at it and it was dark. The car turned into the village's intestinal path. He also reminded the driver to slow down in time.

At this time, the grandparents' house was so easy to identify. The driver didn't need him to remind him at all. When he saw a family next to the path, the lights were bright at the darkest moment before dawn, he took the initiative to honk the whistle and slowly stopped.

Gan Taoye, who was behind, had already rushed out and met the Gan family who had come out to watch after hearing the sound of the whistle.

He screamed randomly, and he walked into the main hall through the open door. Looking at the old man in his mourning clothes, he had moved from the bed to the ground. He couldn't help but feel sore and knelt down. He called out "Grandpa!" and then reached out to explore the old man's wrist. After finding that the old man's veins were hard to touch, he wiped the corners of his eyes and slowly got up.

After rubbing his forehead that was a little swollen and painful, he quietly walked out of the house and lit a cigarette in the cold morning breeze in March. The old man was 81 years old, which was considered a joyful delight. He was not as sad as Gan Guohua left, but he couldn't bear it. After all, he was a relative with blood relationship.

"Taozi, I have to tell you about the funeral of the old man."

"Uncle, I don't know these things either. What should you do? The Gan family is a big family in the village, with a large generation and more relatives. Don't be too shabby. When it dawns, I will ask my mother to withdraw money!"

"How can you spend money? The old man has two sons!"

He sighed, "Master, don't argue with me. I've told the two old men in advance that the old man can just walk the last journey with glory. It doesn't matter who pays it."

The old man didn't bother him. He just finished speaking, "I'll talk about this later." The main room cried loudly, and the two hurried into the room. The old man had passed away suddenly, and they knelt in a hurry.

Gan Tao burned some paper money and walked back outside the house, looking at the stars that were flickering in the sky with his eyes stained with rain and mist.

Compared with the past, today's dawn came a little late, and the darkness before dawn was a little longer. I don't know if it was his subconscious mind or the dawn on March 16th, it should have come slowly!

Because, today’s Gan family has fallen!

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