"What are you three brothers doing?" Gu Hai was stunned for a moment, watching the three brothers kneel beside the bed, mist gushing out of his eyes, and his voice choked.

"stand up."

"dad."

As the saying goes, a man doesn't cry easily. When he meets the gaze of his father, Gu Che couldn't help but burst into tears. He had too many words to say to him, but he didn't know where to start.

On the side, Gu Ying and Gu Zhao were in the same mood as him, and they were mixed with emotions.

Gu Qingning saw Qi Xuan and his son not far away, and said in a quiet voice, "Dad, my elder brother is already married and has children, you are already a grandpa."

With a loud bang, Gu Hai felt a firework explode in his mind, making him dizzy.

Has he become a grandpa?

"A Ying, are you married too?" His voice couldn't suppress his excitement.

Meeting his inquiring gaze, Gu Ying said "hmm", curling the grief in her eyes, turning to look at Qi Xuan, "Xuanxuan, come here."

Qi Xuan walked over with Hengheng in her arms and was woken up in the middle of the night. Hengheng was unexpectedly energetic, as if infected by the adults' deep feelings. Hengheng had no expression on his little face and quietly nestled in Qi Xuan's arms.

Gu Hai looked along Gu Ying's gaze and suddenly met the little guy's black and clear eyes, and his heart suddenly became soft.

A Ying’s children are so old.

It seems that he has really missed too much.

A look of regret appeared between Gu Hai's eyebrows and eyes. Looking at Hengheng, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Aying, he looks very similar to when you were a child."

Gu Ying restrained the grief in her eyes and stood up. He pulled Qi Xuan over and said calmly, "Dad, this is your daughter-in-law. Her name is Qi Xuan, this is our son, Gu Heng."

Since they held their wedding, Hengheng has also changed his surname to him.

Qi Xuan looked at the weak person on the bed, and a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes, "Dad."

Gu Hai looked at Qi Xuan and smiled with satisfaction, his eyes falling on the little guy in her arms.

"Can I hug him?"

"Of course." Qi Xuan nodded, leaned over and put Hengheng down, and said softly, "Hengheng, go and hug grandpa."

Hengheng stood beside the bed, leaned forward with his soft little body, stretched out his little arm and wanted to hug Gu Hai's neck, not recognizing his life at all.

Gu Ying had brought him here once before, but Gu Hai was still unconscious at that time.

"grandfather."

The little guy was very sweet-mouthed and shouted "grandfather" one by one.

"Grandpa, my name is Hengheng. Grandpa, you have to get better soon. Wait until you get better. Will Hengheng take you to the amusement park?"

Gu Hai smiled, raised his hand and rubbed his little head, looking at his eyes full of love, "Hengheng, grandpa hasn't even prepared a gift for you yet."

Hengheng shook his head and grinned, "It's okay, Hengheng has prepared a gift for grandpa."

As he said that, his chubby little hand pulled out his pocket and finally took out a neatly folded piece of painted paper.

Immediately afterwards, he unfolded the drawing paper, which was a crayon drawing of a person sleeping.

Before everyone could guess who he was drawing, Hengheng couldn't wait to explain, "Last time my dad took me and my mommy to see my grandfather, and my grandfather was still sleeping, so Hengheng drew it."

He handed the painting to Gu Hai like a treasure, and asked in a slight voice, "Grandpa, do you think Hengheng's paintings are so beautiful?"

Gu Hai looked at the painting and looked at Hengheng again. When he touched his innocent eyes, he smiled with relief, "It's good-looking. Hengheng's paintings are even better than your father's childhood, ahem..."

After saying too much for a moment, he couldn't hold on and started coughing again.

One after another, the cough echoed in the room, making people feel heartbroken.

Gu Hai coughed and said, his voice was even weaker than before, "I can see you four brothers and sisters again... Cough cough... I have no regrets anymore."

"Dad, don't say stupid things." Gu Zhao gritted his teeth and held his tears tightly, "You will be fine."

"Why are you crying? I'm going to accompany your mommy. She has been waiting for me alone for so many years. She is so lonely." Gu Hai held the corner of his mouth and looked calm and peaceful.

"When I leave, I will bury me and your mommy."

Brother Gu Ying lowered his head, clenched his fists with his hands hanging down, and his slightly trembling shoulders betrayed their hearts.

Gu Qingning was taken into his arms by Fu Juncheng, and his whole face was buried in his chest, and the expression on his face could not be seen.

Gu Hai tilted his head and glanced at Fu Juncheng. His hoarse voice became weaker and weaker, "Don't forget...Don't forget what you said, be kind to my little cotton jacket."

Fu Juncheng nodded seriously, Gu Hai tugged his lips and smiled, his eyes slowly closing.

At that moment, he saw his Qianqian pick him up.

"Didi--"

The instruments next to them made a harsh sound, raising the nerves of everyone present, and the whole room seemed to be covered with a layer of gray color.

"dad."

Two lines of clear tears fell uncontrollably, Gu Zhao grabbed Gu Hai's hand, his voice disheartened.

He had just woken up, how could he leave them again?

Hengheng is a young man but very smart person. He attended Mrs. Qi's funeral, and the little guy already had a vague understanding of death.

He walked forward and took the initiative to hold Gu Ying's hand, his voice soft, "Dad, Grandpa will turn into stars and watch us in the sky."

Gu Ying said nothing and clenched his hand tightly.

Fu Juncheng lowered his eyes and looked at the person in his arms, rubbed her back with his big hands, and whispered in her ear, "I'm here."

Outside, Old Master Yin sighed when he heard Gu Zhao's suppressed crying.

Gu Hai's sudden death made the night long and painful.

I sat in the room for a few hours until dawn, and Gu Ying and his sister started to deal with Gu Hai's funeral.

The funeral was held simply, and only some relatives and friends were invited.

The atmosphere is solemn and heavy.

After celebrating the fragrance, Mr. Wen looked at the black and white photo and sighed in his heart.

Fate is so teasing.

"Our Qianqian did not read the wrong person." Mrs. Wen stood beside him and sighed in a low voice, "Did you think so?"

This time, Mr. Wen no longer spoke as fiercely as before, and nodded with a gentle expression, "Well, she did not see the wrong person, nor did she marry the wrong person."

It’s him that he is old and his sluggish eyes.

Mr. Wen and his wife looked at each other, and a look of relief flashed in their eyes.

There were other people waiting behind him, and Mr. Wen took the family to the side.

For two days and one night, Gu Ying and others almost never rested. They kept turning like a gyro. According to Gu Hai's last wish, they cremated him and buried him in the same place with their mother.

After finishing all this, Gu Ying and his group looked at the tombstone, their eyebrows were depressed, and they were immersed in the sadness of losing their loved ones.

After a long time, Gu Ying spoke in a hoarse voice, "Go back."
Chapter completed!