C551 Please be still here

Hearing Old Secretary's words, Zhao Xing's face darkened. However, this trace of darkness disappeared in a flash.

Zhao Xing's face was full of smiles, but he continued to patiently open his mouth to advise: "Old Secretary, look at me. In my opinion, these few days, Old Secretary's face has reddened quite a bit and his complexion has improved quite a bit. "Hurry, drink the medicine while it's still hot."

Seeing Zhao Xing's eager look, Old Secretary Zhang Weimin could not bear to go against Zhao Xing's good intentions. Finally, he gently opened his dry lips.

That ladle of medicinal soup was sent into Zhang Weimin's mouth. Zhang Weimin gulped it down hard and gulped it down.

After taking one mouthful after another, Zhao Xing, as usual, slowly placed the medicinal soup that had just been fried into Zhang Weimin's mouth.

After seeing Zhang Weimin finish all of the medicinal soup, Zhao Xing finally revealed a gratified smile. Once again helping Old Secretary to lie down on the bed, he opened his mouth and said: "Old Secretary, you drank the medicine. Don't move, lie down for a while. I went out and washed the jar. "

After that, Zhao Xing got up and left the room with the pill jar.

In the afternoon, just when Xiao Yi was in high spirits in Pen Hall, accepting the praise of everyone, accepting the three million prize money from the Scholar.

Old Secretary Zhang Weimin lied on his bed and stopped breathing.

With a smile on his face, he drank the poisonous wine and swallowed the medicine given to him by his most trusted subordinate, Zhao Xing.

When Old Secretary Zhang Weimin left, his complexion was rosy and he had a smile on his face. It was as though everything was peaceful.

stood at the door of Old Secretary's room as the sun shined down. He called out in a low voice, "Old Secretary, Old Secretary."

Her voice was as gentle and affectionate as ever.

In the room, there was no response.

"Old Secretary, Old Secretary." Zhao Xing's voice suddenly rose a few notches, and carried a slight tremble.

There was still no response from the room.

"Old Secretary!"

This time, Zhao Xing thought that something was wrong. He quickly charged in and reached out with his hand under Old Secretary's nose. Only, there was no more breath.

Zhao Xing was dumbstruck. After hesitating for thirty seconds. Finally, he screamed out loud, "Old Secretary, Old Secretary!"

Her voice was mournful, as if she had used up all of Zhao Xing's strength.

Old Secretary could no longer be like usual, raising his head and giving Zhao Xing a benevolent smile.

Zhang Yuan Yuan who was downstairs heard this call. With an intense expression on her face, she quickly ran up the stairs. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks when she saw Zhao Xing lying down beside the bed. Zhang Yuan Yuan suddenly realized that something was amiss, and his tears began to fall. Disregarding everything, he quickly threw herself onto Old Secretary's bed and wailed loudly: "Dad!"

This old house had lost all of its vitality in an instant.

Jianghai City's former Old Secretary, Zhang Weimin, had a clean and honest personality and was a citizen for many years. The flags at home were all placed layer after layer under the cabinets.

Everyone loved him and he was upright when he was an official. After he had retired, there was still an endless stream of disciples and commoners who came to visit him.

In the sea of the river, Zhang Weimin was like a flag among all the citizens. Where the pennant is, justice is.

In this river, Zhang Weimin was the benchmark in the hearts of all officials. On the left and right of the stick, conscience was in the air.

In this river sea, Zhang Weimin was a part of the sky, part of the earth. The hearts of the people are what they want, justice is what they want, justice is what they want, justice is what they want, justice is what they want, conscience is what they want, heaven and earth is what they want.

Only, in this instant, Old Secretary Zhang Weimin had finally walked to the end of his life quietly by himself. Two hours after he died alone in his room, Zhao Xing finally went upstairs to find him.

Two hours ago, Zhang Yuan Yuan, who came back to buy medicine, was chatting with his father, Zhang Weimin. At that time, Old Secretary was much more energetic than usual. He was brimming with energy and spirit, reminiscing with Zhang Yuan Yuan from the past.

However, two hours passed. Just as Zhang Yuan Yuan heaved a sigh of relief, Old Secretary Zhang Weimin died.

From then on, the gigantic protective umbrella above Xiao Yi's head disappeared without a trace.

Xiao Yi, who was happily chatting with the rest of the people in Pen Hall, received a call from Yuan Yuan. Xiao Yi, who was standing in the middle of the crowd, felt his soul leave his body. His entire body started to tremble, and he started to pant heavily.

However, Dong Yuanheng had a smile on his face now as he said loudly: "Now, we shall give three million to the new generation Scholar Xiao Yi. Let us give him a round of applause and cheer."

In that moment, all the flashing lights focused on Xiao Yi. The cheers of the Scholar once again resounded throughout the entire place.

After Xiao Yi's words fell, he had already been designated as the Scholar. However, it was still a long time after he had brought the word Xiao Yi to the Pen Hall. It was only now, when the afternoon sun was thin, that the final exciting ceremony would be held.

The three million RMB award ceremony was quite a sensation. Pen Hall was surrounded by three layers on the inside and three layers on the outside, to the point that not even a drop of water could trickle through. Now, everyone cheered in unison. Then, she clapped loudly once again. Xiao Yi's handwriting on the Pen Hall today, after it was displayed, caused an unprecedented sensation.

Just as Xiao Yi's life was about to reach a new height, when he was about to receive the cheers and shouts of over a hundred people, just as Xiao Yi had become the Scholar that he had yearned for day and night.

However, at this time of incomparable glory. Xiao Yi stood in the midst of the crowd, and under the flashing lights that blotted out the sky and covered the earth, started to cry loudly.

This cry stunned the entire audience.

Xiao Yi cried like a child. Tears rolled down his face, and large drops of them fell onto the ground.

When Dong Yuanheng, who was in charge of the award ceremony, saw this scene, he was slightly startled. Then, he squeezed out a smile as he tried to smooth things over. "I cried tears of joy, wept tears of joy."

At this moment, the onlookers had a look of realization on their faces.

Only, Xiao Yi was facing many pairs of fiery eyes, facing flashing lights. Xiao Yi raised his tear-stained face, and shouted with a choked throat: "The mountains and rivers are like paintings, how can I be your match in making tea with you? The world is bustling like a dream, at this moment, I have won the world but I have lost you. Forget it, I can't hold on to my white hair. "He doesn't care about the looks of the duke or general, he doesn't care about the countless years of history. He just wishes that you were still here."

Her voice was desolate as tears once again dripped onto the ground.

Those days spent with the Old Secretary slowly surfaced in Xiao Yi's mind. Drinking tea and discussing the world together in the Pen Hall.

Xiao Yi did not know of his own background, and it was within his memories. Other than the unscrupulous master on the mountain, they had the deepest relationship. He painstakingly managed the calligraphy competition to promote this event. Initially, he had wanted to bring back his good news and the two high-spirited words that he had written back. To give Old Secretary a good boost, to allow him to be filled with passion once more.

However, Old Secretary did not receive his good news.

With a smile on his face, he drank the poison wine and that spoonful of medicine in one gulp. One mouthful, he lost his last life.

Inside Pen Hall, Xiao Yi suddenly changed. It stunned everyone present, and all of them looked at Scholar in confusion. Why did he lose his composure at the most glorious time of his life?

"Cough, cough, cough." Dong Yuanheng lightly coughed twice, before opening his mouth and reminding his: "Mr. Xiao, if you have any fluctuation in your emotions, you should let it out later. Right now, the award ceremony is more important. "

Dong Yuanheng could already tell that Xiao Yi was not in a good mood.

However, Xiao Yi's face was ashen as he turned to look at Dong Yuanheng, and roared: No need, no need. This is all yours, this is all yours. "

After throwing those words, Xiao Yi turned around and left the crowded crowd, left this Pen Hall, and left the most glorious time of his life. Then he ran out of Pen Hall.

The crowded crowd automatically opened up a path for Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi moved as fast as lightning, his black figure flashing past. He was running like a madman as he roared, "I beg you, but you're still here."

The crowd burst into an uproar. No one had expected this scene. Everyone was staring at this new generation of Scholar with their mouths agape. At such a time, he left without hesitation, leaving behind the glory that belonged to him.

Without stopping the taxi, Xiao Yi ran all the way.

Tears fell to the ground, splashing around in the air.

Unknowingly, Xiao Yi had already run off with his shoes; Unknowingly, Xiao Yi started to run barefooted.

Xiao Yi was like a monster in the ocean. All this time, he had run past every car on the road barefooted, and all this time, he had broken through countless red and green lights. All this time, he had knocked over countless couples who were pressing down on the road in front of him.

In the end, he only needed to see the shadow move along the way. They would all consciously move to the side and angrily curse in a low voice, "This lunatic, he's f * cking here again."

It was just that Xiao Yi did not care, he just wanted to run back to the old house as soon as possible.

There were many times in life when one needed to go crazy. For the love of friends, for the love of loved ones, for the love of loved ones.

Without such madness, such a life would be incomplete.

Xiao Yi had gone crazy, giving up everything. Just for a belief, just for that precious friendship.

In this world, honor, money, power, and authority were all very important. Xiao Yi was drunk in the lap of beauties. He had such a dream. However, all of these things were no longer important when it came to the friendship between him and the Old Secretary.

In this world, the most important thing was … Xiao Yi was the one who kept on running, screaming as if his heart was about to tear and his lungs were about to burst: "I beg only that you're still here!"