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Chapter 111 Extra Story [-]
In the winter of 06, the Lantern Festival had passed, and Jichun was still covered in snow and snow.

The north wind was like a knife, and it was icy cold.

The closed door was pushed open with a creak. Zhou Ling, wearing a down jacket, tied into a ponytail, with a few strands of hair hanging from her forehead, and a pair of high-neck leather shoes, opened the curtain behind the door and walked into the room.

"call!"

"This damn weather, it's freezing to death."

Cursing and swearing, Zheng Juan hurried up to meet her, picked up the towel from the cabinet in the entrance, and patted the snowflakes off Zhou Ling's body and black hair. .

"It's snowing outside, so I don't know how to take an umbrella." Zheng Juan, who was already steamed and silver-haired, couldn't hide her old age, worried and complained.

"Mom!" Zhou Ling looked into the room: "Where's my dad?"

"Where's the study!" Zheng Juan looked behind Zhou Ling: "Where's Aid Korea?"

"I'm getting things in the back. Their unit distributed a lot of things. Half of them were given to his parents, and half of them were brought back for you and my dad to try."

"Mom!" Zhou Ling had just finished speaking. The burly Guo Yuanchao walked in carrying two net bags of apples, two boxes of canned food, and a box of supplements.

"Yanchao is here!" Zheng Juan immediately showed a bright smile on her face, saying that she is half a son-in-law. This is true, and Zheng Juan is also very satisfied with Guo Yuanchao.

"Hurry up and go into the house and sit down, sit down."

Everything was put in the storage room. Zheng Juan cut a plate of frozen pears, a plate of apples, opened two grapefruits, and placed a basket of large oranges, not to mention melon seeds and peanut candies.

The mother-in-law looked at the new son-in-law, and the more she looked at her, the more she was satisfied. Although Guo Yuanchao looked like a tough guy, he was actually a delicate person who treated Zhou Ling very well. The couple got married on May [-]st. It's been half a year, but it's still newlyweds, and it's time to add oil to the honey.

"Yanchao, you and Lingling are not young anymore, when are you going to have a baby?" Zhou Ling is in her thirties, and if she delays for a few more years, she will be an elderly mother. Although children can still be born, Zhou Ling The level of danger is greatly increased.

"Mom! What are you talking about?" Zhou Ling was too shy to look at Zheng Juan.

"Lingling and I have already started preparations." Guo Yuanchao also blushed slightly.

"That's good, that's good!" Zheng Juan was very satisfied.

After chatting for a while, Zheng Juan suddenly said, "By the way, have you visited your uncle in the hospital?"

Zhou Ling's attitude immediately changed 180 degrees, her expression was cold: "Why should I go to see him!"

Zheng Juan grabbed Zhou Ling's hand and said earnestly: "I know you have always had a grudge against your uncle, but he is your uncle after all, and those things have passed for so long, so it's almost time to let go."

"Mom!" Zhou Ling also sighed and said, seeing the frowning and concern on her face, "It's been so long, and I'm not a narrow-minded person, how could I still hate him."

"It's just that I simply don't want to contact him."

"Hey!" Zheng Juan shook her head helplessly: "You child, you are carved out of the same mold as your father."

"I'm my father's daughter, so I must be like him!" Zhou Ling said complacently.

As soon as Zhou Ling finished speaking, there was a burst of shouting from outside: "Third Aunt! Third Uncle! Third Uncle! Third Aunt~~~"

"It seems to be Xiaoyan!" Zheng Juan said doubtfully.

"It does sound like Hao Yan's voice." Zhou Ling also nodded and said.

Sure enough, after a while, Hao Yan, who was covered in wind and snow, ran into the house.

"Third aunt!" Hao Yan's eyes lit up when he saw Zheng Juan, and he ran to him quickly: "Sister Lingling and brother-in-law are here too!"

Zhou Ling had a good impression of Hao Yan, so she replied, and Guo Yuanchao also greeted Hao Yan.

"What's the matter, Xiaoyan, you're flustered." Zheng Juan asked.

Hao Yan is the adopted son of Zhou Bingyi and Hao Dongmei. After much discussion, the couple gave Hao Yan the surname Hao and let him inherit the incense of the Hao family. Hao Yan also has a younger sister, one year younger than him, named Zhou Yu. Although there is a year difference in age, they both studied in the same year, and they both just entered university last year.

"Third Aunt, where's my Third Uncle?" Hao Yan looked around the room but couldn't see Wang Zhong, so he asked impatiently.

"Where's the study upstairs!" Zheng Juan said suspiciously, "Why are you looking for him?"

Hao Yan quickly explained: "It's my dad. He wants to see Uncle Third, and wants to talk to Uncle Third."

"Why is your dad looking for my dad?" Zhou Ling asked with a puzzled look on her face. The relationship between Wang Zhong and Zhou Bingyi is very ordinary. I went, but every Spring Festival, brothers and sisters still bring their children and grandchildren to dinner, sit together and chat.

But the old Zhou's family was an exception, there were three brothers and sisters, each lived their own lives, especially after Li Suhua's death, the three of them had very little contact with each other.

That is, children, who occasionally get together.

But as the children grow up, because of various relationships, getting together is not as good as before.

Cai Xiaoguang often came to Wang Chong's house, but every time he came alone, Zhou Rong refused to come anyway.

And Zhou Bingyi has been lingering on the sick bed since he retired from fighting. In the past few years, he was either in the hospital or on the way to the hospital, and he never stopped recuperating.

"I don't know either." Hao Yan shook his head, "My dad just said something that he wanted to tell third uncle face to face."

"I'll go up and call your third uncle..." Zheng Juan just stood up when a voice came from the stairs: "No need!"

Wearing a Chinese tunic suit, combing back his head, silver and black hair, no beard on his face, the nervous Wang Zhong walked down the stairs unhurriedly with his hands behind his back.

"Third Uncle!" Seeing Wang Zhong, Hao Yan hurriedly greeted him.

"Dad!" Zhou Ling and Guo Yuanchao hurriedly stood up and greeted Wang Zhong. Zhou Ling went up to meet Wang Zhong directly, took Wang Zhong's arm, helped him to the sofa and sat down.

"Yeah!" Wang Zhong responded, looked at Hao Yan and asked, "What's your father's situation now? Why does he want to see me all of a sudden?"

Speaking of this, Hao Yan couldn't help showing a bit of sadness on his face: "The doctor said that my father's time is running out, and it may be the return of the light."

In retrospect, time is running out.

Wang Zhong thought for a while, nodded, looked at Zheng Juan and said, "Let's go together!" in a tone of embarrassment and emotion.

Years are merciless, and illness is relentless.

Zhou Bingyi, who was only in his early sixties, had come to the end of his life.

Hao Yan was overjoyed when he heard the words, his face was full of sadness, and he smiled: "Thank you, third uncle."

Wang Zhong raised his hand to signal that he didn't need to say these things, Zheng Juan also stood up with a smile and said, "Okay!"

After speaking, he got up and took Wang Zhong's coat, helped Wang Zhong put it on, put on a scarf, put on his hat, and did not forget to put Wang Zhong's thermos cup soaked in wolfberry tea into Wang Zhong's coat pocket.

Then he wrapped himself up in the same way.

"Are you staying at home or are you going with us?" Wang Zhong looked at Zhou Ling and Guo Yuanchao and asked.

"Aren't you asking nonsense, you and my mother have gone, Yuanchao and I can't just sit at home and wait!" Zhou Ling walked between Zheng Juan and Wang Zhong, clasping one hand at the other.

Guo Yuanchao was also very diligent: "I'll go drive."

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In the hospital, in the single ward, Hao Dongmei and Zhou Yu were standing in front of the bed, while Zhou Bingyi was talking with his wife and daughter with a smile on his face.

Suddenly, the police in the ward were knocked. After three rings, Hao Yan pushed the door open and entered.

"Dad! The third uncle and the third aunt are here!" Hao Yan was quite excited.

Hearing this, Zhou Bingyi was taken aback for a moment, then struggled and wanted to get up, Hao Dongmei quickly held his hand: "Don't get excited."

"Okay! If you can't move, just lay down on the bed, don't force yourself!" It was Wang Zhong's voice, as usual, loud and deep, full of energy, not at all like a man in his fifties and approaching sixty.

Zhou Bingyi looked at Wang Zhong who was walking towards him, and his heart, which was quite calm at first, suddenly burst into countless complicated emotions.

"You...you are here!" Zhou Bingyi's tone was full of emotion, and seemed to have a thousand words.

"Juan'er, Lingling! Yuanchao is here too!" But then a bright smile appeared on Zhou Bingyi's face.

Due to physical reasons, Zhou Bingyi was unable to attend the wedding of Zhou Ling and Guo Yuanchao, but after the wedding, Zhou Ling and Guo Yuanchao listened to Zheng Juan's words and went to the hospital to see Zhou Bingyi, also to let Zhou Bingyi look at his niece and son-in-law .

Zhou Yu hurriedly got up to get out of the way, and Wang Zhong sat on the head of the bed with his back straight, his hands on his thighs and knees, looked at Zhou Bingyi, and said, "Don't you have something to say to me?"

Zhou Bingyi looked at Wang Zhong's open and calm gaze, and winked at Hao Dongmei who was on the other side. Hao Dongmei immediately got up and said, "Talk slowly, you brothers, we..."

But Hao Dongmei spoke normally, but was interrupted by Wang Zhong: "There is nothing you must tell others! There is nothing to avoid!" Wang Zhong looked at Hao Dongmei, raised his hand, and said so.

Then he looked at Zhou Bingyi: "It's this time, why bother about these things, sister-in-law and the children can accompany you for a moment."

Zhou Bingyi didn't expect Wang Zhong to say that at all, so he was stunned for a moment, and Hao Yan and Zhou Yu, who had just stood up with Hao Dongmei and were about to go out, were also stunned.

Zhou Ling, on the other hand, helped Zheng Juan to sit down on the chair next to the wall, and took out an orange from the fruit basket on the table, peeled it and handed it to Zheng Juan.

"You're right!" Zhou Bingyi laughed at himself and shook his head slightly: "It's me who has a picture."

As he spoke, he raised his eyes to look at Wang Zhong, his eyes were extremely complicated, and he said with emotion: "In my life, there are too many places where I am not as good as you!"

"Everyone has their own strengths, and no one is inferior to anyone. The achievements you made when you sat down in the military factory and our Jichun second in command are beyond my reach."

Although Zhou Bingyi has many shortcomings, even Wang Zhong can't help admiring him on this point.

For more than ten years, he has worked diligently, worked hard, and always insisted on serving the people, being fair and honest, obeying the law, and always adhering to principles. The transformation of the optical film alone has made most of the ordinary people in the optical film grateful to him. .

"You came to me because you wanted to talk about these things, right?" Admiration is admiration, but this does not mean that the relationship between Wang Zhong and Zhou Bingyi must be as good as it is.

Zhou Bingyi shook his head: "Of course not."

"Actually, there are some things I wanted to say to you a long time ago, but they have been delayed until now because of some irrelevant face-saving issues."

"It is said that people are the most sober before death. The wrong things they did and the problems they couldn't figure out will suddenly become clear before they die."

"I didn't really believe it before. I thought it was just rumors, and there was no scientific basis at all."

Wang Zhong didn't interrupt, just quietly listening to Zhou Bingyi's words.

"Actually, during the last period of Dad, I had a lot of resentment towards you in my heart. Dad was like that at the beginning, but you still didn't even want to look at him, and you didn't even want to return the text, until Dad really You didn't show up until you left."

"Because of this, I have always had a problem with you in my heart."

Wang nodded his head and said: "This is normal. Whoever is responsible for this matter will think that I am not filial. After all, the old man is also a father. He gave birth to me and raised me. Although he treated us a few times It's a bit biased, but no matter what, he is also a father, and as a son, I refuse to even see him, and I really shouldn't do it."

Zhou Bingyi was once shocked by Wang Zhong's words. He thought that Wang Zhong had always hated Zhou Zhigang from the bottom of his heart, but he never expected that Wang Zhong could see it so clearly and thoroughly.

"Since you understand it in your heart, why did you still do that?" Zhou Bingyi didn't understand, and asked with a puzzled face, feeling a little agitated.

This is not only Zhou Bingyi's question, but also the question hanging in the hearts of everyone in the room except Zheng Juan.

All eyes focused on Wang Zhong.

"That's the difference between me and you."

"In your eyes, at that time, as children, we have to be by their side, take care of them, accompany them, and spend the last period of their lives."

"Shouldn't it be?" Zhou Bingyi asked.

Wang Zhongdao: "I didn't say I shouldn't."

"why?"

"Filial piety is not stupid filial piety, it also depends on the situation."

"First, I did have a problem with the old man, and it was not a small one, and I didn't like seeing him very much. Furthermore, the old man had been delirious for several years at that time, and he didn't remember who I was for a long time. Should I go to see him?" As far as he is concerned, there is no difference, so why did I go there? I hired a nanny for him, took care of his food and daily life, and carried his excrement and urine for him. Isn't this filial piety? "

"I put him in the best hospital, hired him the best doctor, and paid a lot of money to buy him the best medicine on the market at that time. Isn't that not filial piety?"

Zhou Bingyi said: "This..."

Zhou Bingyi didn't know how to refute for a while, Wang Zhong's words sounded a bit preposterous at first glance, but after careful consideration, there was some truth in them.

After Zhou Zhigang moved out from Wang Zhong's house that time, he completely forgot about Wang Zhong's family, not to mention Wang Zhong, and he didn't even remember any of his beloved grandchildren in the past.

After that, the old man became more and more dizzy, confused, unable to recognize people at all, and even had problems with basic cognition.

He didn't even know that he was going to shit and piss, so he just put it in his crotch, except for the instinctive eating and drinking, and he didn't know anything else at all.

Wang Zhong continued: "Does Zheng Juan and I have to put down all the work at hand, take the old man by our side, carry his excrement and urine with our own hands, and serve him day and night to be filial?"

As soon as these words came out, not only Zhou Bingyi felt guilty, but even Hao Dongmei blushed a little.

At that time, during the last period of Zhou Zhigang's life, it was said that the two of them were by Zhou Zhigang's side, but they knew exactly what was going on.

At that time, Zhou Bingyi had just been promoted to be the second in command in the city. He was busy with work all day long. He left early and returned late every day. It is possible not to stay home.

They did stay by Zhou Zhigang's side, but it was the nanny Wang Zhong hired to take care of Zhou Zhigang. At first, he hired a sister Hu. Later, Zhou Bingyi and his wife were too busy to stay at home. To prevent Li Suhua from worrying, Wang Zhong hired another one. Two people work in two shifts, one is in charge of the day and the other is in charge of the night. He pays them a salary that is three times higher than the market rate every month.

Zhou Bingyi smiled wryly: "I'm not trying to accuse you."

"I just want to know what's on your mind. Over the years, it seems like we haven't been able to sit down and have a good talk."

Hearing Zhou Bingyi's sincere tone, Wang Zhong was a little surprised: "The ancients said that the way is different, and we don't conspire with each other. You and I have different views, and the pursuit of hobbies is also different. Even if you really sit down, there is nothing to say. It is necessary to get together."

Zhou Bingyi laughed at himself and said, "To be honest, now I'm a little envious of Catch Up and National Day, for having a friend like you who treats them sincerely."

"Being friends is nothing more than exchanging one's heart for one's heart." Wang Zhongdao: "Although Catch Up and National Day don't have much culture, they are better because they have a solid heart and no care. When I get along with them, I only feel relaxed."

Looking at Zhou Bingyi while talking, he said quite seriously: "But you are different! It's too tiring to stay with you."

Zhou Bingyi didn't expect this to be the reason, and he couldn't laugh or cry.

"Surprised?" Wang Zhong asked.

Zhou Bingyi nodded: "A little bit!"

"Bingkun!" Zhou Bingyi suddenly became serious: "I still owe you a thank you for all these years."

"Thank you, Bingkun, you did a lot of things that should be done by me, the boss of the family. In those years, if you hadn't taken care of my mother and our family, I wouldn't have been able to go to the Corps with peace of mind. , and it is even more impossible to go to university without any burden."

"This thank you is unnecessary, because that's what I was supposed to do."

"Thank you! Thank you!"

Seeing that he persisted, Wang Zhong didn't continue to evade him: "It's up to you!"

With a smile on Zhou Bingyi's face, he raised his hand, spread out his palm, and looked at Wang Zhong expectantly. Wang Zhong thought for a while, stretched out his hand, and held Zhou Bingyi's palm.

"To be honest, I often feel ashamed in front of you." Zhou Bingyi said with emotion.

Wang Zhong didn't speak, but calmly withdrew his palm.

"I don't have much time!" Zhou Bingyi suddenly changed his voice.

Wang Zhong looked at him: "What do you mean?" He didn't ask what this sentence meant, but what Zhou Bingyi meant when he suddenly said that.

Sure enough, Zhou Bingyi changed his voice and said: "You and Zhou Rong have been stubborn for so many years, and it's time to find a time to sit down and have a good chat. After all, you are also siblings, and we are both so old. How many years can I live?"

Wang Zhong said: "I can do it anytime, the one who really can't let go is Zhou Rong, you should tell her this."

"Hey!" Speaking of this, Zhou Bingyi couldn't help frowning, sighed, and said: "Zhou Rong's temperament is like this, so you should be more tolerant of her!"

Wang Zhong looked at Zhou Bingyi quite speechlessly: "You still haven't figured out why Zhou Rong's temper is like that!"

Zhou Bingyi's expression froze. How could such a smart person not understand what Wang Zhong was referring to.

"We're all so old, and we're amiable, isn't it better than anything else? Why care about so much!"

Wang Zhong stood up, put his hands behind his back, and said, "Look, this is the difference between me and you."

"In your eyes, harmony is more important than anything else, but to me, right is right and wrong is wrong."

"The ancients said, who has no faults? The faults can be corrected, and there is nothing good about it!"

"People are not afraid of doing wrong things, but they are afraid that they will not realize that they have done wrong, and go further and further on the wrong road, but what is even more terrifying is knowing that they have done wrong things, but for the so-called face, self-righteous self-esteem , so stubbornly refused to admit his mistake."

"What's going on with Zhou Rong, you and I both have eyes, and we both have steelyards in our hearts."

Zhou Bingyi shook his head helplessly: "It seems that I can't convince you anymore."

"This is a matter of principle!" As he spoke, Wang Zhong looked around at the people in the ward, finally resting his eyes on Zhou Ling, and said, "It's the same with you children, you are still young, and the road to life is still very long , on this long and arduous road, no one knows what will happen in the future."

"But there is one sentence I hope you can remember." Before Wang Zhong finished speaking, Zhou Ling stood up and said: "People are not afraid of making mistakes, but they are afraid of knowing that they have made mistakes, but they will continue to make mistakes. .”

"Yes, my dear papa!"

Zhou Ling walked to Wang Zhong's side, took Wang Zhong's hand and said.

Wang Zhong looked at her and said solemnly: "Not only must you remember, but you must also put it into practice."

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Three days later at 07:30 in the evening, Zhou Bingyi swallowed his last breath and passed away completely.

In 19, at the end of summer, the heat was gradually gone, and the weather was already a little cooler.

On the hospital bed, the gray-haired Zheng Juan was dying. The four children, niece Feng Yue, and grandchildren all cried into a ball, especially Zhou Ling, who was crying with pear blossoms and rain.

Rao Zhou Cong, who has always been calm, steady, and unsmiling, couldn't help but tears fell from his eyes.

"Dad! Why don't you go and rest!" Zhou Cong bowed and whispered in Wang Zhong's ear.

Wang Zhong has been guarding Zheng Juan's hospital bed for seven whole days, ever since Zheng Juan fell ill and was hospitalized, Wang Zhong never left.

Seeing Zheng Juan who had completely lost her breath and closed her eyes, Wang Zhong's heart, which was originally full of grief, suddenly calmed down. He raised his hand and wanted to stand up, but Zhou Cong immediately supported him.

"Take your mother home, I want to go back too, I want to take a shower, change clothes, and see her off for the last time."

Wang Zhong is 67 years old this year. Although his physical fitness is far superior to that of his peers, it has not exceeded the limit of ordinary people. In addition, he has been doing high-intensity mental work all year round, so his hair is inevitably thinning.

Zhou Cong hurriedly said: "Lingling, Yueyue, you send Dad back, and we take Mom home."

Back home, Wang Zhong went back to his and Zheng Juan's bedroom, took off his clothes, put on sandals, went into the bathroom, turned on the hot water, and let the hot water pour over his head.

Wash your hair, brush your teeth, wash your hair, wipe every part of your body with soap, and rub your back vigorously with a towel. This bath king washes very carefully. After washing for half an hour, Zhou Ling and Sitting outside, Feng Yue was unavoidably worried.

Half an hour later, Wang Zhong changed into a white vest and came out wearing only his underwear and slippers.

The children have also arrived home, and Zheng Juan's body is lying on the big bed in the room at the moment.

Wang Zhong glanced at Zheng Juan and asked, "Where are the clothes?"

"Here!" Zhou Ling handed a white long-sleeved shirt and black trousers to Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong took the clothes and trousers, changed them directly in front of his two sons, put on socks and leather shoes, and sat in front of Zheng Juan's dressing table. Stand in front of the mirror and straighten your collar.

Seeing this, Zhou Ling hurried forward to help Wang Zhong tidy up his collar.

"Okay, you all go out, and let me be alone with your mother tonight! Don't bother me."

After speaking, he drove everyone out without any explanation, closed the door, took out a pen and letter paper from the drawer beside the bed, sat in front of Zheng Juan's dresser, and wrote a suicide note.

In the evening, after ten o'clock, the living room was full of people, including Zhou Cong, Zhou Min, their wives, Zhou Ling and Guo Yuanchao, Zhou Feng and his wife, Feng Yue's family, Guangming's family of three children, and Hao Yan and Zhou Yu two families.

"No, I'm worried, I have to go and see Dad!" Zhou Ling was really worried when Wang Zhong and Zheng Juan were left in the room, and stood up while speaking.

All eyes in the room also focused on Zhou Cong.

Zhou Cong is the eldest brother, and he has always been calm. At this moment, he is the backbone of everyone.

"Brother!" Zhou Ling shouted.

Zhou Cong also stood up with a solemn expression: "I'll go with you."

The two walked in front, followed by the others, and went up to the second floor, huddled in the living room. The four of Zhou Cong and his sister walked to the door of the room. Zhou Cong raised his hand and knocked on the door, calling softly, "Dad!"

"dad!"

He yelled several times in succession, but there was no response from the room.

Zhou Cong frowned immediately, and Zhou Ming said, "Could dad fall asleep? Dad hasn't had a good night's sleep these days."

Zhou Ling was worried: "No, I have to go in and have a look."

After speaking, he twisted the handle and pushed the door open.

In the room, Wang Zhong was sitting on the head of the bed with his back to the door. Seeing this situation, several people thought that Wang Zhong was asleep, so they walked in lightly, trying to hug Wang Zhong to the bed.

Zhou Ling stood behind Wang Zhong and shouted a few times, but Wang Zhong didn't respond. Zhou Ling frowned, put her hand on Wang Zhong's shoulder, leaned her head over, and was about to wake Wang Zhong up when she suddenly felt something was wrong. , Wang Zhong also leaned forward.

Fortunately, Zhou Cong was beside him, and he quickly supported Wang Zhong's other shoulder.

"dad?"

Zhou Ling suddenly panicked, screamed out, stretched out her finger to touch Wang Zhong's breath, and her heart immediately turned cold.

Feng Yue rushed forward and said anxiously, "Let me see!"

He probed Wang Zhong's nose and neck one after another, and felt as if struck by lightning.

Heart-piercingly crying loudly: "Little uncle!"

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(End of this chapter)