Chen Fan wants to have a good talk with his wife and mother.
He wants to tell his friends about his experiences in these years.
The post-war work still needs to be dealt with by him. The emperor of heaven teaches hundreds of thousands of captured soldiers, and he still needs to deal with it.
It can be said that Chen fan, who has just returned to Da Chen, has countless things waiting for him.
However, nothing is as important as this moment.
Uncle Weng, no more!
Just after the war, chen fan noticed his uncle Weng in the corner.
Chen Fan couldn't accept it for a long time. Why has uncle Weng changed so much in just 16 years?
Without saying a word, he took Chen Yixin and Weng Shu back to the Imperial Palace, and personally felt Weng's pulse.
After a long time, chen fan opened his eyes slightly, and his eyebrows were still twisted together.
"Cough Little Lord, I know what you want to say. It's all Providence. I've lived for hundreds of years and I've had enough. "
Weng Yan's free and easy smile way, just to speak, a little bit weak.
"It's just some regret that I can't see xiaoyixin grow up. I went down to the bottom. If the emperor Shenzong asked me, how should I answer it?"
Chen Fan firmly grasped Weng Yan's hand, but at this moment, he couldn't say anything.
Because Chen Fan knew that he could not save uncle Weng.
In his mind, he frantically communicated with the sky to see if there was a way to rejuvenate uncle Weng.
But the answer is obvious.
Weng Yan was not hurt. He was just cut off from life and his destiny was approaching.
And this is something that no one can stop.
It's providence, it's destiny.
They are the two most despised words in Chen Fan's life.
But these two words are words that countless people have to take seriously.
How many people in the world, and how many can enter Chen Fan general, really to the will of heaven, to fate disdain stock, even jump out of which to master, independent?
Perhaps throughout the vast history, chen fan is the only one.
As long as you think about it, chen fan feels lonely.
Weng Yan accompanied him step by step to today, taking care of the three generations of the Chen family. Now that he is about to leave, chen fan has no good way to recover.
This feeling of powerlessness is really hard to accept.
"Remember, you go back first. I want to talk to your grandfather Weng."
Chen Fan's voice was a little hoarse. Chen Yixin nodded and patted Chen Fan on the shoulder. At the same time, he saluted Weng Yan respectfully and finally left.
On the scene, only chen fan and Weng Yan are left.
At the beginning, no one spoke, and time passed slowly.
Chen Fan thought of a lot. When they met for the first time, they left a fate.
After that, chen fan has experienced ups and downs step by step, and has enjoyed endless glory at the same time.
In retrospect, it seems that uncle Weng is in every important moment of Chen Fan's life.
Unconsciously, chen fan seems to have been used to Weng's existence.
But the more he thought about it, the more sad Chen Fan felt for the coming things.
"Uncle Weng, do you have any wishes?"
"No, I've had enough in my life. I've experienced one person under ten thousand people, and I've been knocked down."
"How many people can have my rich life experience?"
Uncle Weng has a smile on his face. He is free and easy about what will happen.
"Faner, let me call you that before I die."
Weng shuna's turbid eyes were staring at chen fan, as if he wanted to reach out and touch Chen Fan's cheek.
"Faner, do you know that it is my greatest pride to meet you and your father in this life?"
For the rest of my life That's enough! "
The picture is always fixed in this scene. Uncle Weng closed his eyes and never opened them again.
His hand was still in the air and did not touch Chen Fan's cheek.
Chen Fan didn't know what uncle Weng was thinking at the last moment.
Really not unwilling, no regret?
He doesn't know.
In Chen Fan's mind, there is only one sentence flowing at the moment.
"Farewell, uncle Weng!"