: April days on earth (38)

"My grandfather believes in you, I believe in you," Shui Moyun smiled slightly and reached out and touched Chu Luowei's face. "Child, my grandfather is most worried about you."
Chu Luowei is buried in the palm of ink cloud.
"But you have taken care of it a little bit, grandpa is assured, rest assured." Shui Moyun said, his eyes finally turned to Shui'anluo, "Chan."
Shui Anluo passed by after Chuluo and Chuluo gave way. He knelt beside the bed and held Shui Moyun's hand tightly.
"Man, I owe you this life, I will pay you back in the next life." Shui Yun seems to have no strength to open his eyes, and his voice seems to float from a distance.
Shui Yunyun looked hard at Chu Cuiyi, who bent down and put her ears to Shui Yunyun's ears.
"My daughter, I really gave it to you this time." Shui Yunyun exhausted his last strength, just to explain the one thing he cares about most.
Chu Cuiyi nodded seriously to the ink cloud, which was his last promise.
Shui Anluo whispered in a low voice, but Shui Yunyun's hand slipped slowly.
"Dad-daddy-" Sui Anluo suddenly yelled, shaking the person on the bed hard, but the person on the bed could no longer respond to anyone.
"Dad—" Shui Anluo lay beside the bed and wept loudly.
Chu Cuiyi squatted beside her and hugged her body tightly.
There was constant crying inside, and Loan outside slumped against the wall and looked up, letting tears fall from the corner of his eyes.
The phone in hand was still on the call. There was no sound on the phone.
Ink cloud survived that winter, but it did not survive this spring.
He walked very anxiously, so anxious that he didn't give anyone any preparation time.
Chu Cuiyi rejected the country's proposal for state funeral because he knew that this was not what his father-in-law wanted.
Shui Yunyun has dedicated his life to this country, dedicated his life, devoted everything to him, and now everything should return to this home.
Shui Yun had no son, so his funeral was handled by Chu Cuiyi.
There are many people who come to pay their respects, most of them are senior military officials. They have comrades in ink cloud, soldiers in ink cloud, and subordinates in ink cloud.
Little ghosts and smiling children do n’t know what happened, they just know that everyone ’s emotions are so down.
Chu Luomu sent away a group of guests, and then went to Shui Yunyun's room. The last time he came here, he was still chatting with his grandfather. He was still chatting with his grandfather, and he was still talking to his grandfather. He would definitely train. Make a top team and show him.
Chu Luo was sitting on the balcony, holding his head in both hands. He and his grandfather said yes, yes.
How can my grandfather break his word?
An Xinyue came in from outside and saw the painful Chu Luo on the balcony, walked after closing the door, and then crouched in front of him.
"Loggy--"
"I promised my grandfather, I promised my grandfather, but I just started, why can't he wait?" Chu Luogui said with reproach.
An Xinyue reached into her arms, "Grandpa can see your efforts, he can see."
Chu Luomu cried sullenly in An Xinyue's arms. He had never cried, but this time, he really couldn't help it.
The meaning of ink and wash cloud for him is an elder, and even a teacher. Everything he taught is ink and wash, and he taught it.
An Xinyue patted his back gently, soothing his emotions, "Grandpa won't blame you, he is already very happy knowing you started." An Xinyue said in a low voice, " You have always been the pride of your grandpa. "