Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

My sister is gone!

The middle-aged man didn't even ask Cao Zhifeng about his intentions. Some kind of connection between father and daughter made him understand that something was really wrong with Wei Ting the moment he heard his son say these words.

His entire body was already in a haggard state, and after he sprayed out a mouthful of blood mist, he gave people the feeling of dying.

But just a second ago, he was happily telling Commander Cao in front of him about the good things about his baby. Why did he learn such devastating news in the blink of an eye?

He tried his best to stay on the bed with his only available arms, and almost fainted with a little effort.

Wei Qingyun hugged his father's arm while crying, and comforted him in a hoarse voice: "Dad, Dad, please stop moving. My sister is no longer here. What should I do if you have another accident?"

In fact, Father Wei's actions would not aggravate the injury. After all, his lower body had been paralyzed for a long time and there were no external injuries on his body.

But Wei Qingyun had just learned about his sister's death, and everything he thought about was the worst possible outcome, so how could he dare to struggle.

The middle-aged man's struggle was not very strong. After hearing Wei Qingyun's words clearly, he gradually stopped moving and leaned against the bed with his eyes distracted. There was no trace of anger on his face, only deep despair.

His eyes had turned red, but he suppressed his emotions to avoid crying.

The reason why he held back the tears of collapse was that he thought of many things through Wei Qingyun's words, and also understood that after Wei Ting's death, he had become Wei Qingyun's only support.

Even though he was paralyzed, almost equivalent to a disabled person, he still couldn't show weakness and sadness in front of his son.

If even he loses control of his emotions, Wei Qingyun's psychological defense is likely to completely collapse.

After thinking about these things clearly, his distracted eyes regained focus and focused on Cao Zhifeng.

Although this man with a tall figure and tight muscles looked much taller than Wei's father when he was standing next to the bed, the panic in his eyebrows made him look like a "dwarf."

He could only be a dwarf, as short as the dust, so that he could dare to look up at his father who was paralyzed in bed, and only then could he dare to look up at the young man who had lost his sister and his light.

"Captain Cao." The middle-aged man's voice sounded breathless after vomiting blood. Mixed with Wei Qingyun's sobs from time to time, it seemed inaudible.

He actually swallowed the tears in his eyes and showed a slight smile.

Cao Zhifeng swore that this was definitely the bitterest smile he had ever seen in his life.

It was a smile with the core of sadness and despair rising from the depths of the soul.

The reason why the other party showed this smile was also very simple. It was entirely to prevent his emotions from affecting his son.

When Wei Qingyun was crying sadly, he did not dare to shed tears. He did not dare to let the two sadness and vulnerability overlap and turn into a fatal blow to himself and Yao'er.

Cao Zhifeng could see this smile, and so could the young man standing by the bed wiping tears with his sleeves.

Wei Qingyun's low sobs still didn't stop, but the panic and helplessness deep in his heart inexplicably faded a lot when he noticed his father's calm and composed scene.

This is the weight of the word father. It seems that as long as the father is here, all the problems can be solved.

Cao Zhifeng could see the changes in Wei Qingyun's expression from the corner of his eye, and he couldn't help but feel a little more guilty about the middle-aged man.

My child, do you know what kind of willpower your father used to pretend to be so nonchalant?

With this in mind, he carefully moved forward and bent down slightly so that the man leaning on the bed could hear his lowered voice clearly.

"Mr. Wei, I'm here."

The way he spoke was even a little humble, as if the two people's identities had been reversed. The other person was an official, and he was a citizen.

"Ahem... don't call me Mr. Wei, I haven't even graduated from junior high school." The middle-aged man didn't know whether he was a little embarrassed by his title or because his throat was itchy. He coughed twice and waved his hand.

"My name is Wei Jidong, and everyone in the village calls me Wei Laosi."

Meng Zhongshuji is the fourth eldest son. This nickname is not wrong, Cao Zhifeng thought to himself.

But at this moment, he was still blaming himself for using such a Canadian title. He thought for a while before speaking: "How does this mean that you are older than me?" I will still call you Brother Wei. "

Wei Qingyun glared at him fiercely, crying and scolding: "Stop calling me brother and sister. You killed my sister. Why do you have the nerve to lick your face and call me brother?"

Wei Jidong's eyes froze when he heard Yao'er's words, and when he looked at Cao Zhifeng, he had some different emotions.

"Yao'er, don't talk nonsense." He hesitated for a long time, then scolded his son, and turned to ask Cao Zhifeng: "Captain Cao, I think I need an explanation."

"Although I am a peasant with little education, I also understand that you, a dignified captain, can put aside your face and come to see me in person, which is definitely different from many officials."

"I believe there is another reason for Ting'er's death. I also hope you won't lie to me and tell me the truth."

Wei Jidong spoke Mandarin that was not very standard, but he said something that made Cao Zhifeng a little surprised.

He originally thought that the other party would give him a cold look, or even yell at him, or worse, but he never expected that a villager with no junior high school education would say such clear words.

The man in front of him and the villagers who had gathered together before unintentionally formed a sharp contrast.

Perhaps it is precisely because of having such a father that Wei Ting was able to not give up or feel sorry for herself when faced with adversity, and finally passed the university entrance examination with her own efforts.

When Wei Ting was about to usher in a new life and embrace the dawn, he personally pushed her into the bottomless abyss, and with him, the Wei family and his son also sank into darkness.

Cao Zhifeng sighed deeply and chose to start from the beginning.

"I got news in the middle of the night that there is a group of drug dealers hiding in Liujiaba Village, probably for trading..."

Wei Jidong did not know these words, and even Wei Qingyun, who looked indignant, calmed down and listened attentively.

This matter was related to the cause of his sister's death, and Wei Qingyun did not want to let go of any details.

"When my teammates and I decided to shoot to subdue Liuzi and Hairtail, due to my negligence, the shooting action was slower, giving one person a chance to fight back."

When Cao Zhifeng said this, his voice became choked up, and the atmosphere in the room dropped to freezing point.

"The other side fired two shots, one shot hit the lucky coin on my chest, and the other shot..."

He looked directly into Wei Jidong's completely absent-minded pupils, and could completely detect the pain that he felt from the trembling flesh on the other person's face.

"One shot hit Wei Ting between the eyebrows."