The old man's expression has changed somewhat in these photos.

In one of the photos, the two old men were smiling happily.

In another photo, the two of them had tears in their eyes, but when facing the camera, they habitually forced out a smile that was uglier than crying.

Chen Feng put down the photo and thought of the few lines of description in the description of the situation.

On September 15, 1998, the Sichuan-Sichuan Military Region, which had successfully completed its flood fighting and rescue mission... company commander Comrade Chen Feng and health worker Comrade Liang Yun encountered a landslide on their way back home and unfortunately died.

Since joining the army, these two comrades... are now posthumously recognized as martyrs and awarded second-class merit...

In 2007, Chen Feng's grandmother Zhou Xianxiu died of illness at the age of 65.

Chen Feng's grandfather, Chen Mo, is still alive and living alone in Sichuan-Shu County. He is 81 years old this year. In recent years, his health has not been good and he has been hospitalized from time to time.

As he recalled it, Chen Feng's hands suddenly began to shake unconsciously.

He turned away sharply and looked to the side.

Lu Wei did not disturb him.

After a long time, Chen Feng put the materials back into the document bag and said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Isn't it a waste of effort to investigate this matter?"

Lu Wei: "Well, it's okay. I don't know the specific details. The suspect has also been caught. Do you want to talk to her?"

Chen Feng thought for a while, "Forget it, it's all over."

"I have always been curious before. I actually know about your past. You are obviously not a soldier, but now you give me a strong military atmosphere. You are not the kind of recruit who has never been on the battlefield. And you have always had this temperament.

It’s getting stronger and stronger. I thought it might be an illusion before, but now I know it’s innate.”

Chen Feng nodded: "Maybe. My adoptive father's surname is also Chen, and he named me Chen Feng. My dad is also named Chen Feng. Maybe...it's really destined by God. I'll do it before he can finish serving as a soldier.

I won't embarrass him."

"Stop it, you can't join the army now. Others won't agree if you want to. You'd better continue writing your songs and doing research."

Chen Feng: "We'll talk about the future later."

Chen Feng recalled that when he went to the future twice before, Private Chen Feng's native place was Shuzhou.

At that time, he was still a little puzzled. He was obviously not from Shu, so why did he always have trouble getting along with this place.

Now he understands that fate has been giving him hints from the beginning.

Lu Wei nodded, looked him up and down, and sighed unconsciously: "It's incredible, your natural temperament is too strong."

Chen Feng laughed, "It's not completely natural. You still have to practice. It took me a lot of life to practice."

"What the hell! Do you think I haven't seen your file or something?"

"Really, why don't you believe me when I tell the truth?"

Lu Wei couldn't laugh or cry, "Tell me, how many lives?"

Chen Feng pretended to think seriously, "There must be hundreds of billions."

Now Lu Wei's eyes rolled up to the sky.

There was nothing she could do against him, so Lu Wei said helplessly: "Why are you driving again?"

Chen Feng: "I..."

Not daring to say anything more, he quickly started to dig into his meal. At the same time, he took out his mobile phone and called Meng Xiaozhou, asking Meng Xiaozhou to book a direct flight ticket to Sichuan for him immediately.

"I'm sorry that I can't eat slowly with you today. I'll finish eating early and go to Shuzhou to see my grandpa."

Lu Wei: "Then?"

"Then I will buy an apartment there and a private jet, and then I will come to Hanzhou only if I have something to do."

Lu Wei was shocked, "Hiss..."

"One day, one day, I got lost. The old man has been sad for twenty-one years. I want to make him happier."

However, everything was Chen Feng's beautiful vision, which could not be realized after all.

Destiny is never perfect and is full of shortcomings of one kind or another.

When he arrived in Sichuan County, he went straight to the community where Chen Mo lived and inquired, only to learn that Chen Mo had entered the ward of the county hospital again this morning.

Chen Feng quickly turned around and headed straight to the hospital.

Arriving at the inpatient building, others said it was on the fifth floor, but the elevator had just reached the third floor. Chen Feng turned around and rushed into the stairs, ignoring the shock and walking upstairs quickly.

When he arrived at the door of the ward, he saw doctors and nurses already standing outside.

He didn't dare to ask, the content of these people's conversations already told him the answer.

Doctor: "He wouldn't let me accompany him. He said he wanted to be alone. The elderly man really couldn't survive this time."

The nurse rubbed her eyes and said, "Oh."

Another nurse's eyes were also red, "Actually, I thought Grandpa Chen was dead last year, but I didn't expect him to survive."

"He said he had to wait for his grandson to come back and didn't want to leave."

"It's been twenty-one years, how can I wait."

"He was only three years old when he was lost. He probably doesn't remember anything."

"After all, I should be twenty-four years old now. If I could get it back, I would have gone back long ago."

"Where is Grandpa Chen's grandson now? I forwarded it to Moments for him before, but it was of no use at all."

"Who knows. I also made money and even registered online for him."

"well."

"Teacher Liu, what did Grandpa Chen just say?"

Doctor: "He said he is still unwilling to give up, but he also knows that there is nothing he can do this time, but he is a little regretful and reluctant to give up."

Doctors and nurses have seen a lot of life, old age, illness and death, and usually don't have too many psychological fluctuations.

But the story of Mr. Chen Mo is well known in the hospital.

Starting about five or six years ago, the old gentleman, whose health was deteriorating, became a frequent visitor to the hospital.

Many times the doctors thought he wouldn't be able to survive, and the orphanage and funeral home were preparing for funeral arrangements. But every time, he miraculously regained his energy and regained his composure.

He can persist until now only in one breath.

He always said that there were not many people in his family and he had few relatives.

If I leave, my child will come back and see nothing. How sad will it be?

I, Lao Chen, was also a tough man who carried a gun back then. I was not afraid of bullets and bullets. If I said I wouldn't die, I wouldn't die.

Both black and white are afraid of me.

Everyone also hopes that this stubborn old man's dream will come true.

But after all, time is the most ruthless blunt knife in the world, and no one can defeat it.

No matter how strong the old man is, he holds on year after year, half-stepping into the gate of hell and breaking out again and again. There will always be a day when he has to admit defeat.

The hope that his dreams will come true is getting slimmer and slimmer.

Now he was finally forced to give up.

Chen Feng swallowed his saliva and asked, "Is Chen Mo in there? How is the situation?"

The doctor looked at him slightly surprised, "Are you...?"

"I am his grandson, Chen Feng."

Everyone: "What!"

Thirty seconds later, Chen Feng appeared in front of the hospital bed.

The old man didn't know that he had come in. He was lying softly on the half-rolled hospital bed.

On the cabinet next to the hospital bed were apples that had been peeled for an unknown period of time and were already somewhat oxidized and blackened.

There is a bowl next to it, which contains the leftover glutinous rice balls that the old man ate when he got up in the morning.

This has been his habit for many years, but unfortunately he couldn't finish it this time.

The old man put his hands in front of his chest, intertwined his fingers, tilted his head slightly, and looked out the window with turbid eyes.

The sunshine outside the window is just right, shining on the elm trees.

The breeze blows and the branches sway slightly.

Compared with twenty years ago, the old man's face now has many more groove-like wrinkles.

His expression was very calm, but his teeth were clenched tightly.

He was breathing hard, but his breathing continued to weaken.
To be continued...