C521 scribes's heart disease

Xiao Yi was silent for a moment, and suddenly understood the reason behind the matter in an instant.

Falling down the stairs was only one of the reasons, the real reason was because Zhang Weimin's heart was already dead. Falling down the stairs wasn't a big deal. Xiao Yi had already given Zhang Weimin his pulse a while ago, and discovered that there wasn't anything wrong with his body. However, the blood and meridians in his body were no longer as vigorous as they used to be.

In the end, it was still because of this Zhang Weimin that died. Adding on the age, this tired body was already unable to bear the burden. He suddenly relaxed and finally collapsed like a high wall in an instant.

"Big brother, don't think too much." Xiao Yi's mood suddenly became astringent, and he forcefully said, "I've already examined your body earlier. In the future, I still need to write many, many good words, waiting for Big Bro to appreciate it. "

When Old Secretary heard Xiao Yi mention the words, his blurry eyes finally became somewhat brighter. "Go, write a set of words for me. I said you write it, Zhao Xing grind it. "

Zhao Xing accompanied his at the side with a dejected look. Such a strong man silently moistened his eyes in this room.

Zhao Xing walked up as usual, and silently stood beside Old Secretary's desk, earnestly and attentively grinding books.

Xiao Yi picked up the top-grade wolf hair stick and softly asked: "What do you want to write, brother."

Zhang Weimin was finally in high spirits and said in a clear voice: "Throughout the ages, no heroes find Sun Zhongmeng's place. At the dance floor, the wind blew away the rain and the wind. Twilight Tree, ordinary alleyway, where human slaves used to live. Back then, the Gold Spear Steel Horse could swallow thousands of miles like a tiger. Yuanjia grass, Feng Jiu Xu, won the North. Forty-three years, still remembered in the horizon, on the road to Yanzhou. However, when he looked back, he saw a flock of divine crow drums. "Who can ask if I can still eat with my old age?"

A sorrowful poem was chanted by Zhang Weimin in an impassioned manner. It was as if in this poem, Zhang Weimin had returned to the days when he was devouring thousands of miles like a tiger.

Xiao Yi waved the ink stick in his hand, and the handwriting became wild. He quickly wrote this poem on the good Xuan paper.

"Another one." This Zhang Weimin suddenly closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. "The snow is blowing hard, and the wind is blowing hard on the plum and the heart is gray."

After he finished reciting, Zhang Weimin sat silently on the bed, not saying a word.

Xiao Yi's words were sad, the pen tip seemed to be weeping blood as he slowly wrote this miserable ancient poem. It had never been so difficult to write before. It was as if every word that he wrote required him to use all of his strength.

As for Zhao Xing, the tears in his eyes rolled down as they fell, drop by drop, onto the ground.

At the end of his life, his ambition was unfulfilled.

After writing these two words, Xiao Yi placed the two words beside Zhang Weimin's bed: "Brother, when you are free, just take a look. I have already written the two words. "

"Put it here, I'll take a look later." Zhang Weimin was really tired, if it was a normal person. He would definitely open Xiao Yi's true art at the first possible moment and enjoy it. However, after sitting on his bed for such a long time, he was already somewhat out of breath. "You guys go out first. I want to be alone for a while."

After walking out of Zhang Weimin's room, Xiao Yi suddenly turned around. Looking at Zhao Xing who had a mournful expression on his face, he asked: "Where is Miss Yuan Yuan? "Why aren't you home?"

So much trouble had happened to Zhang Weimin, his body looked so weak. But, his goddaughter, Zhang Yuan Yuan was actually not by her side. This made Xiao Yi a little confused.

"Yuan Yuan has been busy with matters of the art exhibition." Zhao Xing slowly answered: "Last time, Miss drew a series of paintings with the theme of water. With the approval of the Old Secretary and most of the painters in the industry, the art exhibition was being held very smoothly these days. It is said that I have encountered a little problem and am unable to get away. "

"A series of paintings with a theme of water?"

Xiao Yi chewed on these words for a while, then thought back to the charming scene at the bottom of the Qingjiang River. It looks like Zhang Yuan Yuan had also benefited greatly from that underwater fusion.

Following that, Xiao Yi frowned: "You met with a problem? I'll ask later. However, whether or not the exhibition was held as scheduled did not matter. In a little while, I have to get her back. Old Secretary's complexion was not good, he had to have Yuan Yuan accompany him. A career can be set aside, and filial piety is of paramount importance. Otherwise, when the time comes, it would be more than a tree wanting to stay still, a child wanting to be raised but not staying close to it. Big brother's body is way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way,.

Zhao Xing gave a light grunt of assent, and deeply nodded in agreement.

"Right, Old Secretary's body has always been healthy. What? He fell down the stairs. After a fall, my heart won't die. " Xiao Yi looked at Zhao Xing and asked again.

"Actually, this is what happened." Zhao Xing finally began to tell Xiao Yi the truth: "On that day, Old Secretary received a call from the stairs. Then, he suddenly fell down the stairs. Although it didn't fall very far, but from then on I realised that the Old Secretary was no longer the same as before. His mental appearance was very, very poor. Often a man weeps, often a man looks forward and hesitates to speak, and often a man stays up late to read some old letters by daylight. "

A light flashed in Xiao Yi's mind and he instantly grabbed onto something.

Obviously, that call had dealt a fatal blow to the Old Secretary. It was just that one phone call that caused Old Secretary to be unable to recover from his depression and his heart to die. The source of everything was that phone call.

"What phone number, do you know?" Although Xiao Yi clearly knew that it was possible that Zhao Xing did not know, he still could not help but ask.

Zhao Xing shook his head, hesitated a little, then pulled Xiao Yi's arm, and pulled him to the toilet on the other side of the room. He then took a deep breath and gathered up his courage. He said, "I really don't know what kind of phone call I made. However, I see that Old Secretary is often alone in a daze. One day, he noticed a newspaper on Old Secretary's desk. The newspaper was still wet from tears. Thus, I secretly read a piece of news from that newspaper. "

"What news?" Imperceptibly, even Xiao Yi was becoming nervous.

"A piece of news closely related to the Old Secretary." Zhao Xing lowered his voice and slowly said: "The newspaper has recorded that the President of the First People's Procuratorate of the capital, Song Zhengming, has been bribed with tens of millions of corruption, and sentenced to death, immediately carried out. Later on, Song Zhengming bit his tongue and committed suicide in prison. "

"There are corrupt officials every year, what's so strange about that?" Xiao Yi curled his lips. He was truly unable to connect this matter with Zhang Weimin.

"You don't understand." Zhao Xing suppressed his voice once again, and said in a low voice: "Song Zhengming is Old Secretary's most outstanding and pleased student, and has been promoted to the position of Principal of the Public Prosecutor's Office at a young age. Throughout the journey, the Old Secretary had recommended him many times and had used many of his skills. Old Secretary often praised Song Zhengming in front of others. He was fair and honest, a blessing for the people, a blessing for society. However, this Song Zhengming had actually caused such a thing. Old Secretary's many years of hard work had all gone to waste, all his many years of reputation had all gone down the drain. Do you think he'll be all right? Or is it my most beloved disciple, who just died in prison without knowing why? If it was you in his place, would you feel better? "

After hearing Zhao Xing's words, Xiao Yi suddenly understood a bit more. It was no wonder that Old Secretary fell down the stairs all of a sudden after receiving that phone call. From then on, his heart died.

A talent that he painstakingly nurtured, the student that he was the most proud of. At this most glorious moment, such a thing happened. This would completely negate Zhang Weimin. After all, on the journey here, a lot of the credit had fallen onto the people of Old Secretary. Old Secretary Zhang Weimin was moving. I believe this Song Zhengming has helped you up. With this incident causing corruption and bribery, how would Zhang Weimin explain himself to his brothers in the future?

Moreover, he often praised his favorite student in front of his friends. This Song Zhengming however, smashed Zhang Weimin's signboard, the disciple that you are so proud of, is actually a bug of the people. It looks like you need to discuss whether you are truly working for the people and recommending good officials to the people.

In the end, no matter what Song Zhengming did, they would all be forced to take ten thousand steps back. However, in the end, he was still a disciple of the Old Secretary. No one knew of the deep feelings within it. However, they definitely had deep feelings for each other, and were definitely the type to be good teachers and good friends. However, when he was at his most glorious moment, he just stopped like that. He committed a crime and committed suicide in prison to apologize.

This caused Zhang Weimin, who was full of doubts, to be completely unable to ask, unable to ask why Song Zhengming had acted in such a way.

Without enough time to reprimand him, Song Zhengming had already left.

This kind of blow, caused the normally tough Old Secretary to finally be unable to recover from his setback. He realized that his unparalleled reputation in this life would be ruined. And life was so fragile, so fragile that even a single greeting to take care of it was too late to say that the person was already gone.

After Xiao Yi heard all these, he frowned. He sorted out the details of the matter. Then, in an instant, he understood the feelings of Old Secretary Zhang Weimin.

"This Song Zhengming, isn't he too disappointing." Xiao Yi finally let out a long sigh, shook his head, and said: "This matter, is indeed a fatal blow to the Old Secretary. Sigh, the world is fickle, the world is full of changes. All we can do is accept it. Now that the Old Secretary is old, I wonder if he can handle it this time around. "