Reborn My 1993

Chapter 1271 The Successor

"Yiming, help me up."

Zhang Yiming immediately stepped forward and reached out to hold Jiang Liu's wrist.

Jiang Liu's hands were colder than ice, and his wrists were so thin that only bones remained.

Zhang Yiming suddenly felt sad.

Even a little regretful, why didn't I know Jiang Liu's body had become like this until now.

"Everyone is mortal. Godfather, I am not afraid. Help me to the window to breathe."

"Godfather, it's cold outside, your body doesn't allow it."

"It's okay, I don't know if I will have a chance to see those holly trees in the yard tomorrow."

Zhang Yiming's eyes suddenly became hot.

He died once, but when he was lying on the hospital bed, he was full of fear of death. In the end, he gave up struggling because he couldn't do it anymore.

But he could feel that Jiang Liu was different from him in his previous life. Jiang Liu really saw through life and death, and really didn't care about death.

Zhang Yiming fully supported Jiang Liu on his shoulders. Jiang Liu, who was about 1.7 meters six, was as light as a doll. Zhang Yiming carried Jiang Liu to the window without much effort.

In the yard, there are several holly plants.

Not too tall, but well-grown.

Even in the chilly wind, there was no trace of decadence.

"This tree was planted two years ago, and several of them died. The few that survived are already the fourth crop."

Jiang Liu looked at these trees very seriously.

Zhang Yiming always felt very heavy.

There is also a deep sense of powerlessness.

There are only two irreversible things in life, one is time and the other is death.

"When I was young, my favorite wasn't holly. You know what it is?"

Zhang Yiming shook his head.

"At that time, I was young and energetic. I didn't like these flowers and plants, but I liked to raise Tibetan mastiffs. In order to tame a lion-shaped Tibetan mastiff named Simba, I ate and lived with Simba. It took [-] days for Simba to recognize me. Mainly, now that I think about it, it’s better to be a plant, look at this holly, it doesn’t fight or grab, it’s so quiet, it’s like this all year round.”

Zhang Yiming still didn't speak, just looked at Jiang Liu's profile.

At the end of life, everyone likes to recall the past!
The whole afternoon, Jiang Liu and Zhang Yiming sat by the window, Jiang Liu talked and Zhang Yiming listened.

In the middle, Yuan Dong came in a few times to persuade Jiang Liu to rest on the kang, but Jiang Liu refused, and the doctor also came in twice to check Jiang Liu, but no matter who it was, there was no way to disobey Jiang Liu.

As the sun went down, the light in the yard dimmed.

The outline of Holly is slightly blurred.

Only then did Jiang Liu agree with Zhang Yiming to carry him back to the kang.

Zhang Yiming covered Jiang Liu with the quilt, and called the doctor in to check one side of his body again. After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Liu quickly fell asleep.

I don't know if it's because I'm tired from talking with Zhang Yiming for so long or because my body is weak, but Jiang Liu's breathing is a little short. Several times, Zhang Yiming was worried that Jiang Liu's breathing would stop suddenly.

It was completely late, and the room was dark.

"Yiming, come out, let me introduce you."

Zhang Yiming tucked Jiang Liu's quilt again, and then followed Yuan Dong out.

Zhang Yiming followed Yuan Dong out of the house and stood in the yard, where a shed was erected at some point.

Those who were dressed in black before were standing in the shed.

"Everyone, this is Brother Jiang's godson, Zhang Yiming. All properties under Brother Jiang's name will be handled by Zhang Yiming, and everyone must obey Zhang Yiming's arrangements in the future."

Zhang Yiming was shocked.

Jiang Liu's property to himself?
Why?

Judging from what Yuan Dong meant, this matter was arranged long ago, not because he agreed to recognize Jiang Liu as his godfather.

"Yiming, go and sit on the main seat inside."

Yuan Dong lowered his voice and whispered in Zhang Yiming's ear.

Zhang Yiming looked at the position Yuan Dong was looking at, and there was a high-back chair behind twenty men in black clothes.

This kind of chair is very consistent with the style of the yard, simple and elegant.

Zhang Yiming's heart was disturbed, he had no idea what was going to happen next, what were these people's identities and backgrounds.

He only knew that he couldn't let others see the tension in his heart.

"Meet the young master!"

Just as Zhang Yiming took his seat, Yuan Dong's voice sounded again.

This sound almost made Zhang Yiming fall off the chair.

What year is it, why do you still have such a title? Could it be that Jiang Liu belongs to some kind of cult organization?

"We have to listen to Brother Jiang personally, otherwise we will not approve!"

A man in his forties who looked ferocious said loudly.

"Yes, we want to hear from Brother Jiang himself."

Others chimed in.

"Brother Jiang's physical condition is not clear to you, do you want him to die early?"

Yuan Dong couldn't help becoming angry.

"We have to listen to Brother Jiang himself. When Brother Jiang himself admits it, we will perform the ceremony."

The atmosphere was a bit tense.

Obviously, these people are not very convinced of Yuan Dong.

And Yuan Dong obviously couldn't restrain these people.

"What do you want godfather to say? Do you want to admit my godson's identity, or admit that his property is handed over to me, or admit that he has been misreading and misjudging you people?"

Zhang Yiming stood up.

At this time, he must come forward.

Even if you grit your teeth, you must stand up.

(End of this chapter)