Abyss of Rebirth

An Haicheng's funeral was held very low-key, but even so, the news of Chairman An's death caused quite a stir in City Z.All the media rushed to report on this matter. Although Mrs. An used all her connections to suppress this matter, apart from the mainstream media, some surrounding tabloids and Internet rumors still couldn't stop.

An's stock continued to fall, and An's situation, which had been severely damaged after An Haicheng's injury, became even more serious this time.

After An Haicheng's death, his shares were assigned to An Rui, Mr. An, and Mrs. An. However, since An Rui had not yet reached the age of eighteen, his guardians were still managing his shares for the time being, while Mr. An Now that she can no longer take care of herself, all the company's burdens fall on Old Madam An.

It's just that Mrs. An is not a strong woman in the mall. Even though she tried her best to manage An's, she often couldn't make many decisions in time, and she couldn't handle the company's affairs.

Before she got out of the sadness and shadow of the death of her only son, she immediately entered the business field that she had hardly been involved in. The high-intensity work made it even more difficult for this elderly woman to breathe.

Mrs. An is a woman who is good at taking care of herself. In the past, she was obviously over sixty years old, but her overall condition was as delicate and healthy as if she was in her early forties.But in the past year, all kinds of unacceptable changes in life have accelerated the aging of Mrs. An's body little by little.

On this day, the first snow fell since the beginning of winter, and the old man, who had been in a coma for several days, suddenly woke up. He leaned on the bed, leaned on the pillow with his head slightly tilted and looked out the window at the heavy snow. , eyes full of spirit, demeanor serene.

"Old... old man!" As soon as Mrs. An returned home, seeing Mr. An's appearance, she exclaimed, and hurried up a few steps to meet her, her eyes were slightly red, "You, are you awake?"

Mr. An nodded and smiled slightly. He looked at Mrs. An and asked softly, "Where's Haicheng?"

Old Mrs. An sat next to Mr. An, gave him a reproachful look, and said, "Didn't I tell you many times already? Haicheng went abroad for further studies, and he won't be back until a few years later."

"Ah... yes." Mr. An smiled, "But he doesn't even call back all year long, so I miss him a little bit."

The old lady An's expression was a little stiff, and she lowered her head to cover up the unnaturalness on her face by helping the old man cover the quilt: "The child is busy, you have to understand. You are such an old man, why don't you think about it?" Yes, ashamed or not."

"What's there to be ashamed of thinking about your own son." The old man said with a smile, "I just dreamed about Hai Cheng, and he said he missed me too, and wanted me to go there."

Old Mrs. An's whole body froze suddenly, she raised her head and looked at Mr. An in panic: "Old, old man, what nonsense are you talking about!"

Mr. An looked at Mrs. An, with a generous and calm expression on his face, as if he knew everything: "But let me tell him, there are still some things I haven't explained to you clearly, I can't leave yet, you Say it, old lady?"

Old Mrs. An looked at Mr. An fixedly, silent, silent, tears rolled down suddenly.

"Hey, let me tell you, you are over 60 years old, why are you crying?" Mr. An raised his hand with difficulty to help the old lady wipe away her tears, sighed, and said in a funny and helpless way, "later Don't do that in front of the kids, huh?"

Mr. An said softly to the old lady: "Go, go and call Rarity and the others over... Hurry up, that kid Haicheng is still waiting for me, I don't have much time."

When An Rui and An Zhe received a call from Mrs. An and rushed to the old house, the old lady was sitting in the living room knitting gloves. Seeing them coming, she pouted at them: "Your grandpa is inside, go Let's go..."

An Rui pursed his lips and nodded, and walked into the room with An Zhe.

The snow has stopped, and the whole world reflects the dazzling white light, which looks pure and holy, like a pure white paradise, noble and quiet.

"You are here." The old man waved towards them, "I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Grandpa." An Rui walked over and reached out to hold one of Mr. An's hands, "Are you feeling better?"

Mr. An looked at An Rui with a smile, didn't answer, then grabbed An Zhe with the other hand, pulled the two of them down together, examined them carefully, and sighed: "You two... ...it's all this big."

"You have become very good children..." The old man coughed a few times, then took a breath, and said slowly, "You are different from Haicheng... Unlike him, your father was beaten Your grandma and I are spoiled, he's sorry for you... sorry for you..."

An Rui and An Zhe looked at each other, but no one denied anything at this time.

"From now on, you two should be good, you are brothers, you two, be good," Mr. An's hand grabbing the two people's arms suddenly tightened, "Promise me, you two, from now on...cough cough ...cough cough cough cough..."

An Rui felt a slight pain in his chest, and before he could say anything, An Zhe on the other end suddenly smiled and opened his mouth.

"Don't worry, Grandpa." An Zhe said softly, "In the future, Rarity will inherit An's family, and I will help him well under his command. We will work together to lead An's family to go further, and will not humiliate you famous."

Mr. An looked sideways at An Rui, and something flashed in his cloudy eyes, like guilt, relief, or something else.

"Good boy...good boy..." Mr. An's coughing stopped slowly, but his whole spirit seemed to dissipate little by little following the previous burst of intense coughing, "They are all good boys ..."

The door of the room was suddenly opened again, Mrs. An walked in with a pair of gloves that had already been knitted, went straight to Mr. An's bed, and put the gloves on Mr. An carefully: "How is it, do they look good?"

The old man looked at her, nodded slowly, then looked at An Rui and An Zhe, and said with difficulty: "You guys... go out, let me talk to grandma for a while."

An Rui and An Zhe immediately understood the meaning of farewell in Mr. An's tone. An Rui clenched his hand hanging by his side tightly into a fist. After a while, he smiled and nodded, and followed An Zhe out of the room.

The sun suddenly appeared, adding a touch of warmth to the pure white world. The old couple leaned close together, whispering, as if they were talking about their youthful memories.An Rui slowly closed the door and walked into the living room.

On the sofa in the living room, there was still a large ball of unfinished wool lying on one side alone, looking a little lonely.

"Why didn't you tell me?" An Rui asked in a low voice, picking up the ball of wool.

"Then why didn't you say it?" An Zhe asked back, "If you don't say it, I will get An's shares. Does it matter?"

An Rui lowered his head, sneered, and said coldly, "Do you think I'm afraid?"

An Zhe looked down at An Rui's exquisite eyebrows and eyes, and then reached out to touch his soft hair: "I did something stupid once, so I know what I can't bear. I won't be your enemy."

"Believe me."

An Rui raised his head and glanced at An Zhe, then turned his head and looked at the closed wooden door. After a long time, he gave a faint "hmm" as a response.