Chapter 128

Tears were already glistening in Pei Zhenjiang's eyes, and his chest was heaving violently up and down.

Still speechless, Pei Yihuan tightly clenched his hands hanging by his side into fists.

"Also... I also know that I owe you a lot... so everything is still resigned to fate... I still have one last gift for you... When the time comes, someone will give it to you...you know it will be What is it... Mo Wan is a good child... She is not the kind of person you imagine... She agreed to let me into Pei's house to raise money for her father's medical treatment... She really didn't What other intentions... One last thing... Can you let me go home... It's too cold here... There's no warmth at all... Yihuan... You take Dad home... When you were young Dad always takes you home... this time it's your turn to take dad... Dad is old..."

A smile was struggling on his skinny face, and he looked at Pei Yihuan expectantly with tears shining, like a child reaching out for candy.

The veins on the back of his hand popped up, Pei Yihuan turned around and walked out of the ward...

The car was driving on the way back to Pei's house, Pei Zhenjiang sat on the back seat very weakly, his eyes flicked over his son's face one by one, trying to remember this scene deeply in his mind...

A burst of sharp pain came, and suddenly a fishy sweetness emerged from his throat. He raised his hand with great effort, and tightly held the bright red in his palm, preventing anyone from discovering. tone!

Unusual news. Mo Wan's eyes flicked over Pei Yihuan who was driving, his back was straight, and he didn't know what he had talked with the old man, why he suddenly decided to leave the hospital.

Pei Yifeng sat beside Pei Zhenjiang, and helped him raise the pillow a bit higher, but his left hand was wrapped with heavy gauze, so he could tell what he had just done at a glance, while Pei Yijing sat on the right side, with a deep expression on his face. Is as usual light.

Along the way, there were no actors in the car, only the atmosphere of silence was spreading.

When they finally arrived at Pei's house, everyone helped put Pei Zhenjiang on the sofa in the living room. Mo Wan saw that his lips were so dry that they were even cracked, so he said, "I'll get you some pear juice."

Pei Zhenjiang nodded, his voice was a little hoarse: "I want to eat..."

Hearing this, the servant hurriedly said: "Okay, I'll go and make it for the master..."

But he shook his head slowly: "I want to eat...made by my son..."

As soon as the words fell, Pei Yifeng rushed towards the kitchen like a whirlwind.

"He never knew how to cook, and his arms are still wrapped in gauze. I'll help him..." Pei Yijing also walked into the kitchen.

The smile on Pei Zhenjiang's face has never been satisfied: "I still want to read the book in the room..."

Still pursing her thin lips tightly, Pei Yihuan went upstairs with his proud back.

In an instant, only Pei Zhenjiang was left sitting on the sofa in the living room, and all the servants had been retreated by him.

Once again, his eyes flicked slowly across Pei's house, feeling the warm breath coming from inside Pei's house, his eyes finally closed bit by bit, and the arm that was resting on the back of the sofa suddenly loosened weakly, falling down. On the sofa, there is no breathing between the nose...

Mo Wan, who was carrying pear juice, walked over quickly, and seeing the old man smiling and closing his eyes, her heart suddenly tightened, and she suddenly had a bad premonition, and a trembling hand fell on his nose , and then the cup in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang-dang--" and shattered into pieces...

Hearing the sound, Pei Yihuan, who was running downstairs, stopped in vain, his face was covered with haze, and the book in his hand was crumpled with his big hands...

Pei Yijing and Pei Yifeng also quickly ran out of the kitchen. Seeing the scene on the sofa, they both stood there like stones in a daze, motionless.

The suffocating atmosphere shrouded Pei's house like a thick, indissoluble fog, and everyone stood still in place without moving.

After a long time, Mo Wan came back to his senses, tears streaming down his face, his whole body was trembling, and there was a sharp pain in his heart.

"Third brother, is the old man just asleep? Is he joking with us?" Pei Yifeng said slowly, still not wanting to believe everything in front of him!

Pei Yijing frowned, and his voice was hoarse: "Yifeng, don't be like this..."

"His life has always been so hard, even compared to a stone, it is not inferior at all. It is impossible for him to leave like this!"

Pei Yijing didn't say another word, but stood in front of Pei Zhenjiang, standing straight!

"I can't believe it! I can't believe it!" Shouting loudly, Pei Yifeng ran out of the living room.

Walking down the stairs, Pei Yihuan put his wrinkled hands beside him, his eyes narrowed tightly...

The whole night, the lights in Pei's house were as bright as day and never went out, and everyone in Pei's house also stayed up all night...

Until two days later, Pei Zhenjiang's body was not sent for cremation, but placed in an ice coffin.

Pei Yihuan stood in front of the window, looking out of the window, the expression on his face was still as cold as usual, exuding a chill, but more gloomy.

The Pei residence in the past two days can indeed be described as lifeless, unusually depressed and suffocating.

At this time, Steward Chen came over and said respectfully: "Second young master, the young master's call got through, and the servant over there picked it up. His young master's illness has broken out, and he is still in the hospital. I can't go back to the country."

"En..." Pei Yihuan's thin lips let out a cold snort, as if exuding a cold air: "Prepare the car, go to the cremation after breakfast."

"Yes, Second Young Master!" Chen Butler withdrew.

Everyone went to the crematorium, Mo Wan stayed in Pei's house, she didn't follow, but sorted out Pei Zhenjiang's belongings.

The sadness in her heart has not dissipated until now, and there is always an illusion in front of her eyes, as if the old man has always been there, and has never left...

She always couldn't accept that life would change so quickly, she