Reborn My 1993

Chapter 1270 Regret
"Come in!"

The thin old man led Zhang Yiming into the house.

Like the courtyard, the decoration in the house is very low-key and luxurious. All the furniture is made of mahogany. In the bungalows in the Northeast, there are few floors. But now Zhang Yiming is standing on the wooden floor of Qing Yishui.

"Please."

The thin old man opened the cotton curtain of the east room, and Zhang Yiming walked in.

There were also several people in black clothes standing in the room. Seeing Zhang Yiming coming in, many pairs of eyes looked over at the same time.

The atmosphere was depressing.

"Yiming, come inside."

Yuan Dong came out from a small room on the inside.

Only then did Zhang Yiming notice that there was a small room inside the room.

Zhang Yiming walked towards Yuan Dong, followed Yuan Dong into the small room inside, and the curtain was lowered.

"Brother Jiang?"

The space inside is not big, there is only a small table, and there is a kang next to it. Jiang Liu is sitting on the kang, with a high quilt on his back, and a mink coat on his body. Although the temperature in the room is not low, Jiang Liu The stream looked cold.

His lips were pale, and his complexion was poor.

Zhang Yiming suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"Brother Jiang, what's wrong with you?"

"Yiming, sit down first, brother Jiang is very weak now, he has something to tell you."

Zhang Yiming and Jiang Liu didn't have a deep relationship, but for some reason, seeing Jiang Liu's current appearance and thinking of what might happen, Zhang Yiming suddenly felt very scared.

He sat down, but was numb from the waist down.

Jiang Liu looked at Zhang Yiming, the color of his eyes was yellow, like boiled syrup.

Once upon a time, these eyes were as sharp as a falcon, and just one look could make people feel as if a knife had been pierced straight into the heart.

"Brother Jiang, Yiming is already here, don't worry, just speak slowly if you have anything to say!"

Yuan Dong's voice was deep and deep, which amplified Zhang Yiming's uneasiness.

What happened to Jiang Liu?
Why does it look like the oil is running out.

Not long ago, they sat face to face in a coffee shop and talked about tens of billions of big projects!
"Cough cough."

Before Jiang Liu opened his mouth, he coughed, and Yuan Dong's expression changed immediately. He jumped onto the kang with a vigorous step, put a small spittoon under Jiang Liu's mouth, and placed his other hand on Jiang Liu's back. clap on.

But Jiang Liu didn't continue to cough. Zhang Yiming felt that Jiang Liu was holding back and suppressed the cough forcefully, because his face became like dead wood, and under the dead wood-colored skin, blue veins were bulging.

"Yiming, hurry up and call someone."

Zhang Yiming stood up mechanically, as if the soles of his feet slipped when he got up, he rushed out of the room, not knowing who to call, so he could only shout to the outside: Brother Jiang is dying!

Immediately, a person in a white coat ran in from outside and rushed into the room.

It turned out that there were always doctors in the yard, and there were more than one.

Zhang Yiming watched several doctors begin first aid, press the chest, inject strong base needles, and finally put on a breathing mask. After an entire hour, Jiang Liu's condition finally stabilized.

But the doctor walked forward, and Jiang Liu took off the oxygen mask with his back foot.

"Brother Jiang, it's dangerous for you to do this."

"Yan Wang told me to die on the third watch, and I couldn't wait until the fifth watch. Ahem, I made it through, which means that Lord Yan wants to keep me for a few more days."

Although he had just walked around the death line, Jiang Liu's tone was the same as before, without the slightest fear of death.

"Yiming, has the East Bay project started yet?"

"Well, Brother Jiang, the loan has been approved, and construction can start next month."

Zhang Yiming answered respectfully like a primary school student.

He was not afraid of Jiang Liu, but because he knew that Jiang Liu had helped him so much, and he would never be able to repay this kindness in his life.

"Okay, Yuan Dong, help me bring the things here!"

Yuan Dong turned around and took out a briefcase from a small cabinet next to the Kang.

"The things inside are of great use to you, you should keep them well."

Zhang Yiming took the things over and put them away carefully.

"Yiming, you are a courageous young man. Brother Jiang admires you very much. Brother Jiang has suffered and suffered in his life, and he has been unrestrained and unrestrained. It is not a loss, but Brother Jiang has only one regret."

Zhang Yiming sat upright, seriously waiting for Jiang Liu's next words.

"In this life, there is no child."

Zhang Yiming was a little astonished, he really didn't expect Jiang Liu's so-called regret to refer to this.

Although he didn't know about Jiang Liu's past and whether he had wives and women, Jiang Liu gave the impression that he was not the kind of person who longed for a family and children.

"Yiming, I'm already at the terminal stage of lung cancer. Maybe today, maybe tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, I'm leaving this world. Can you let me leave without regret?"

Zhang Yiming was puzzled.

He can work hard to complete other regrets, but what should he do if he has no children.

You can't go all over the street to find a child to be Brother Jiang's son, right?
"Yiming, you recognize Brother Jiang as your godfather!"

Seeing the doubt and confusion in Zhang Yiming's eyes, Yuan Dong simply tore through the window paper.

Godfather?

Zhang Yiming really didn't think about it before. In fact, Jiang Liu's actual age is several years older than Zhang Heshan's. It is more than enough to be Zhang Yiming's godfather, but Zhang Yiming was a little bit speechless for a while.

"Forget it, don't embarrass Yiming, let him stay with me for a while!"

Jiang Liu waved his hand, then closed his eyes.

Zhang Yiming looked at Jiang Liu.

He was completely thin and out of shape. The man who surprised him by playing the guzheng was gone forever. What was in front of him was a person who was tortured by illness and might leave the world at any time.

Zhang Yiming was even afraid that Jiang Liu's closed eyes would never open again.

Yuan Dong stood aside, his eyes were red.

Zhang Yiming didn't know how the relationship between Yuan Dong and Jiang Liu became so deep, or that the two had actually had a deep friendship before.

Time is like sand stuck by glue, kneaded together, making people breathless.

"Godfather!"

The moment Jiang Liu opened his eyes, Zhang Yiming blurted out.

Jiang Liu froze for a moment, and soon, a gleam of joy appeared in his syrup-colored eyes.

Yuan Dong was also very happy, and at the same time he let out a long sigh of relief.

Zhang Yiming sat by the kang and poured Jiang Liu a glass of water.

He didn't call out godfather out of desperation.

During this difficult time when Jiang Liu closed his eyes, Zhang Yiming thought a lot, and he had to face up to one thing, even if there was no intersection between him and Jiang Liu, even if he hadn't done anything for Jiang Liu, but Jiang Liu's help and support to him are really too numerous to count.

And invisibly, Jiang Liu gave him the confidence to gain a foothold in Dongwan and Shen'an.

If Jiang Liu really had nothing but this regret, Zhang Yiming would never be able to make Jiang Liu die with this regret.

"Brother Jiang, I'll go out and tell everyone, and arrange for Yiming to meet everyone tonight."

Jiang Liu nodded, waved his hand and asked Yuan Dong to go out and make arrangements.

In the room, only Jiang Liu and Zhang Yiming were left.

(End of this chapter)