Slightly sweet when I first heard it

Wen Qingyin is very similar to Old Man Wen when he was young, his eyes are almost exactly the same, a quiet fire is burning inside, bright and frightening, full of hope.

"He's a handsome guy." Yan Jinghuai said, "The appearance is responsible."

The old man fondled the photo reminiscently, "It's just me, it's just me."

The young Wen Bada looked at the old Wen Bada ignorantly, and the old Wen Bada also stared at the young Wen Bada.

The heavy time is condensed in the yellowed photos, and also condensed in their eyes.

Yan Jinghuai was suddenly overwhelmed by the years.

He thought, when he gets old, who will accompany him to recall his life.

And his life, what is worth remembering.

Wen Qingyin noticed something from the old man's critical illness notification, the time in the hospital was getting longer and longer, almost using the ward as a third office.

Old Man Wen still didn't talk to her, and occasionally urged Yan Jinghuai to drive her away.

Yan Jinghuai didn't know what the grandpa and grandson were angry about. He often acted as a peacemaker: "Just talk to her."

Old Man Wen's arrogance came again: "I won't talk to her."

After a long time, he said to himself, "What did I tell her?"

"She is a very independent child with her own ideals and plans. It was me who forced her to give up everything and start from scratch to take over the family business. Now..."

"I don't know what to say to her."

Wen Qingyin never complained, but Mr. Wen had a guilty conscience.

In the evening, Yan Jinghuai told Wen Qingyin about this, but Wen Qingyin was also silent.

The grandparents and grandchildren still did not speak.

A few days later, Wen Qingyin's little dad He Yihong came.

He was an image-conscious man, now with his unshaven beard and dried coffee stains on his shirt, he looked like a bum at first glance.

He rushed in without breathing evenly: "Old, old man, it's done!"

"well done."

Mr. Yan adjusted the mattress and sat up, and said slowly: "Call, Xiaoqian, come here. My will, yes, signed it."

Xiaoqian, that is, lawyer Qian, is in charge of the old man's will.

Wen Qingyin was called to the hospital on the way to the meeting, and Wen Yuming was also there.

When they came in, they heard that the old man was smoking by the window, and Yan Jinghuai was by his side.

Wen Yu became angry, and scolded Yan Jinghuai: "What's wrong with him now, you still let him smoke, you're an idiot—"

Before Wen Qingyin could speak, Old Man Wen glared at Wen Yuming first: "Your father is not dead yet, so you need to show your prestige."

His spirit became very good, the layer of ashes disappeared, and his whole body relaxed.His eyes lit up again, as if burning his whole soul.

Wen Yuming was very unconvinced, but with the juniors present, he couldn't talk back to his father.

The old man caressed the photo of Hai, and said slowly: "After I die, throw my ashes into the sea."

Wen Yuming couldn't hear this very much, and shouted: "Dad!"

The old man slowly set his eyes on him.

He seemed to be looking at his own child, and at the same time seemed to be looking at another person through him.

After a long time, he said, "Next time, don't save me."

All three were stunned.

Wen Yuming became excited again: "Dad, what are you talking about!"

"I'm 92 this year. Even if I die in the next second, it's also a happy funeral. It's okay, let's do it, don't worry about it, I feel uncomfortable, and you will also have a hard time."

Old Man Wen looked out of the window again, "I've kept your mother waiting for so many years, it's time to go down and find her."

He is always like this, his words are never a discussion, just a notice.

Wen Yuming strode out of the ward, almost crying with sadness.

"What happened?" Wang Yizhi slipped in while the bodyguards were not paying attention, "I heard Qingyin."

"It's inside." Wen Yuming was very disappointed, "Anyway, the old man loves her."

Wang Yizhi suspected that they were here to discuss with the old man, and asked tentatively, "What did the old man say?"

"He berated me!"

Wen Yuming couldn't bear it anymore, tears fell down, "He has looked down on me since he was a child, and now he is leaving, and he doesn't want to have a good word with me."

"He still scolded me!"

In the ward.

The old man looked out the window, still refusing to speak.

Wen Qingyin stared at him stubbornly.Yan Jinghuai was by her side.

The day the old man left was sunny.

During the day, he urged Yan Jinghuai to steal himself to the beach but failed, and asked him for cigarettes.

This time he tried the three-cigarette decompression method, and then he was caught by Wen Qingyin.

Wen Qingyin took the cigarette away, stuffed it into his mouth, and finished smoking for him.

The old man put down the mattress silently, and lay back down, not sure if he was really asleep or just pretending.

Wen Qingyin was working in the small living room, and went to see him in front of the hospital bed when he had time.

Everything is the same as before.The only difference is that that day, before Wen Qingyin left, the old man called her to stop.

Wen Qingyin looked back in surprise, saw her grandfather wrinkled and smiled at her:
"Jian Jian, you are doing very well."

Predicting something, Wen Qingyin returned to the bed and held Grandpa's hand tightly.

The old man Wen looked at her carefully: "Our princess has become a big girl. I have to tell your grandma, we have a very good relationship, the best children in the world."

Wen Qingyin knew what was going to happen.

This is the first time she has experienced death since she can remember.

She was at a loss.

Wen Bada pointed out to his granddaughter for the last time.

He took the initiative to let go of his hand: "Let's go, go about your own business. After being troubled by you for most of your life, it's time for me to be quiet."

Wen Qingyin didn't listen to him this time.She took his hand again and refused to let go.

Old Man Wen looked at her with endless tenderness and reluctance in his eyes.When he looked at Yan Jinghuai, his gaze became sharp again, just like when they first met.

He didn't speak, but Yan Jinghuai understood what he meant.

He put his hand on Wen Qingyin's: "I'll be okay with Jianjian, I promise."

The old man was finally satisfied, and waved his hands with difficulty, "Let's go, let's go."

Leaving Mr. Wen's ward, Wen Qingyin sat in the old seat, which was the one facing the hospital bed.

Yan Jinghuai was beside her.

After waiting for about half an hour, the instruments in the ward made harsh sounds.

Doctors and nurses rushed in, and a few minutes later, the doctor came out to inform them that old man Wen had left.

He walked in his sleep, very peacefully, even with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Wen Qingyin still couldn't accept the fact that grandpa left, her voice was full of resentment:

"Why is he laughing, is he happy to leave us at last?"

Yan Jinghuai told her: "He just dreamed of the princess who was coquettishly begging him for sweets."

Wen Yuming was notified while taking a shower.

He came in a hurry, with bubbles in his hair, leather shoes on one foot and slippers on the other.

He stared at the hospital bed, and said to Wen Qingyin: "You, you go out for a while. I'll see my dad again."

He endured so much that his voice was choked with sobs.Wen Qingyin and Yan Jinghuai hadn't left the house when they heard him wailing.

Yan Jinghuai was a little worried.

From the moment the doctor announced the death of old man Wen, Wen Qingyin didn't shed a single tear.

But she was so sad.

Assistant Shu also came.

Since the old man was admitted to the ICU, his funeral has been rehearsed countless times, and now only the details are left to be signed by Wen Qingyin.

Wen Qingyin confirmed the coffin and the photos of the deceased, and after checking the funeral process, he dealt with several difficult documents.

Yan Jinghuai thought she would rest, but then she called her relatives to inform them to attend the funeral.

Wen Yuming's crying didn't stop, she was the only one who did it all.

She looked the same as usual, calm and professional.But for some reason, Yan Jinghuai felt that she was going to lose it.

He stood beside Wen Qingyin and asked, "How many people are there? I'll help you fight."

Wen Qingyin shook her head: "They are very important business partners, you can't."

It was only then that Yan Jinghuai remembered that those who needed to be notified by Wen Qingyin in person should be very big figures, and he was indeed not qualified.

But he really wanted to do something for her.

He asked: "What can I do for you? Are you thirsty, I'll buy you a drink. Is Coke okay?"

Wen Qingyin didn't answer.

She just looks at him.

There was doubt and examination in her eyes.This look Yan Jinghuai is very familiar with, she often looks at herself like this.

After a while, Wen Qingyin said: "The relatives at home, you come to inform."

Wen Qingyin made a long list for Yan Jinghuai, and the two occupied both ends of the corridor, talking on the phone on the left and the right.

After an unknown amount of time, the glass in the corridor opened again, and two men, one fat and one thin, hurried in.

The fat one looks like a chinchilla and has a very kind face. It is her uncle, lawyer Qian, who is also the lawyer in charge of grandpa's will.The thin one with a bookish face, and the one who doesn't seem easy to get close to is her little dad He Yihong.

Wen Qingyin greeted them: "Uncle, Dad."

Without giving the two of them a chance to talk, she asked again: "What are you doing, grandpa has held on for so long."

At this moment, she is Xiao Wendong and Wen Bada's granddaughter.Whether public or private, they can't hide it.

The two men felt guilty for no reason.

Her younger father He Yihong didn't even dare to look at her.

He coughed lightly: "You will know when the will is announced."

The funeral of Mr. Wen will be held in two days.

There were no signs that day.There was no strong wind or torrential rain, just an ordinary day out of the [-] days of the year.

Wen Qingyin arrived at the mourning hall at 45:[-] in the morning. I don’t know if it’s not bright yet, or it’s just like this. The mourning hall is dark and gloomy, which makes people feel bad.

The old man Wen's posthumous photo has been arranged, and it is in the most prominent position in the middle.

This photo was chosen by the old man himself, and it was his first time entering Forbes.

The candidate photo was the one of him wearing a sailor suit when he was young. The old man hesitated for a long time before deciding on this one.

Wen Qingyin stared at the photo and muttered softly: "... profiteer."

Five minutes before six, Yan Jinghuai also arrived.

Yan Jinghuai waited for two days, thinking that Wen Qingyin didn't plan to let him see the old man for the last time, so he was unavoidably upset, but he didn't expect to receive a notice from her last night.

The appointed time with him was nine o'clock, and Wen Qingyin was surprised that he showed up so early.

Yan Jinghuai said, "Let me see if I need help."

He was actually a little embarrassed.

It was only now that he remembered that he had already married into a wealthy family, and he could spend money to hire professionals to take care of everything, and he didn't need him to help.