Wake up suddenly, back to the time when my wife and daughter had an accident

Chapter 872

After leaving the hospital, Meng Guangzhu and his family went to Meng Haisheng's house together.

Meng Guangzhu still wanted to ask him about Shi Xi's inheritance of the old house.

"Haisheng, your grandfather wants you to train Shi Xi so that he can support the Shi family in Beijing in the future, but Dad feels that this is unfair to you."

"Why don't I go and talk to your grandfather and ask him to give you the old house directly."

Meng Haisheng heard Meng Guangzhu say this and knew that he didn't understand what Mr. Shi meant.

"Dad, from the beginning I never thought of getting involved in the Shi family's muddy water. It was Grandpa who had an obsession in his heart that made Shi Xi inherit the old house."

"Today in the hospital, I didn't object to this matter, and I promised Grandpa that I would help him guard the Shi family."

Meng Guangzhu looked embarrassed, he patted Meng Haisheng on the shoulder and said, "Haisheng, it's hard for you."

"I don't feel anything, but Shi Xi can't be as free as he is now in the future."

Meng Haisheng looked at Shi Xi, who was still confused.

"Shi Xi, you inherit the old house of the Shi family. Everything you do in the future will represent the Shi family. This responsibility will make you helpless in many things."

"You could have studied in a university in China, but now your name is Shi Xi. I will arrange for you to study in a prestigious foreign university as soon as possible."

"And during your study abroad, in addition to normal studies, I will also let you get in touch with some business dealings. I'm afraid you will be busy every day."

"Shi Xi, do you have any thoughts on my arrangements?"

"Or, you don't want to inherit the old house, but just want to go to college, work, get married and have children step by step."

It was Meng Hailian who finalized this matter in the hospital today, and no one discussed with Shi Xi whether he was willing to inherit the old house of the Shi family.

At this moment, no one else was there, so Meng Haisheng asked Shi Xi.

If he chose to give up the old house, Meng Haisheng would tell Grandpa Shi that he would inherit the old house.

No matter what, Meng Haisheng would not let Grandpa Shi have any regrets.

"Uncle San, I choose to inherit the old house. I want to try my best to see what I can do."

Shi Xi smiled awkwardly, "Uncle San, don't laugh at me if I don't have the talent for business."

"As long as you work hard, it doesn't matter whether you have talent or not."

If Shi Xi wants to support the Shi family, it's not his turn to compete with talent. With him teaching by his side, Shi Xi's achievements will not be too low.

"Haisheng, my eldest brother has no ability and no vision. Shi Xi will rely on you in the future."

"They are all my own children. I will definitely teach Shi Xi well and won't let everyone down."

Meng Haisheng is still very confident in this regard. In his previous life, Shi Xi didn't get into college and only went to high school, but he also achieved some results with his own efforts.

If he is well trained in this life, he will definitely let the Shi family continue its former glory. As for whether he can go to the next level, it depends on Shi Xi's ability.

Meng Haisheng received a call from the housekeeper in the evening and knew that Mr. Shi went to visit Mr. Qin.

He had a bad feeling in his heart.

Sure enough, a few days later, Meng Haisheng received the news that Mr. Qin had passed away.

And now it was less than half a month away from the Chinese New Year.

Everyone kept this secret from Mr. Shi, fearing that he would be upset after knowing the news.

Mr. Shi had been ill, and this year was boring.

After the Chinese New Year, Lin Jiangchun wanted to give Mr. Shi acupuncture, but he didn't expect his condition to suddenly worsen, and even taking Mo Shuang Xue Lian Wan would not have any effect.

Meng Haisheng finally realized that Mr. Shi might be leaving.

He put down all his work and went to the hospital to accompany him almost every day.

In the ward, Mr. Shi was lying on the bed, his face was gray and he looked lifeless.

"Grandpa, I brought you your favorite eight-treasure porridge, do you want to get up and try it?"

Meng Haisheng put the thermos bucket in his hand on the table. This was the medicinal porridge he asked Lin Jinhui to help prescribe, which was full of high-end warm tonic medicinal materials.

In order to make it easier for Mr. Shi to digest, he boiled the porridge in the thermos bucket for more than ten hours.

"I don't have much appetite."

Mr. Shi glanced at the thermos bucket on the table and sighed secretly in his heart.

His appetite has been getting worse and worse in the past two days. He knows that his life has begun to count down.

"Grandpa, eat a little more. Only by eating more can your body get better."

Meng Haisheng got a small half bowl of porridge and helped Mr. Shi to drink the porridge for him personally.

In the end, he only drank a spoonful, and Mr. Shi waved his hand and stopped drinking.

"Last night, I was half asleep, and I saw your grandmother and old man Qin came to pick me up. Old man Qin said that my comrades-in-arms missed me very much."

"But I can't let you go, I told old man QinGo find him in a few days. "

Meng Haisheng was surprised to hear what Mr. Shi said. No one told him the news of Mr. Qin's death. How could he have such a dream?

"Grandpa, don't think too much. As long as you take good care of your body, you will recover slowly. Didn't we agree to go to Xiashan Village together in the summer to escape the heat? You can't break your promise. "

Meng Haisheng held Mr. Shi's skinny hand, his heart full of sadness.

Even if the Mo Shuang Xue Lian was useful and the Changsheng Pill was against the sky, it couldn't change Mr. Shi's aging body.

He couldn't stop the loss of his life, and this feeling of powerlessness made him very depressed.

"Well, I remember it."

"Haisheng, I'm sleepy. Put down the porridge and go about your business. I'll eat after I wake up."

"Okay, I'll wait until you fall asleep before leaving. "

Meng Haisheng pulled the quilt over Mr. Shi and watched him slowly close his eyes and fall asleep.

He didn't leave, but just sat quietly beside the bed.

The sun slowly set, and a sunset glow fell on the horizon.

The instrument beside Meng Haisheng sounded an alarm, and he knew that Mr. Qin and Grandma Qin had come to pick up Mr. Shi.

Instead of crying loudly as imagined, Meng Haisheng was like a wooden man, and he held a funeral for Mr. Shi very rationally.

He didn't sleep well for several days in a row. Every time he lay in bed, his mind was full of memories of Mr. Shi.

Meng Haisheng was so abnormal that Lin Mucheng was very worried about him.

After returning from the cemetery, Lin Mucheng saw Meng Haisheng standing on the balcony smoking one cigarette after another. She couldn't help but stepped forward and advised, "Haisheng, if you feel sad, just cry, don't smoke anymore. "

Lin Mucheng stepped forward and snatched the cigarette from Meng Haisheng's hand.

In the few days since the old man passed away, Meng Haisheng smoked more cigarettes than he had in the past ten years.

He seemed to turn all his sadness into cigarettes and smoked them into his lungs. The uncomfortable cough made him feel that he was still alive.

"Wife, let me smoke one more. I feel uncomfortable if I don't smoke."

Meng Haisheng's voice was a little low and hoarse, and he sounded listless.

"I know you feel uncomfortable, but smoking can't solve any problems."

Lin Mucheng said, pulling Meng Haisheng to the living room. She had to let Meng Haisheng cry, otherwise he would be sick if he kept holding it in.