Chapter 2678: Farewell, Uncle Weng

Chen Fan wants to be with Xiao Yixin, with his wives and mother, and to speak his heart.
He wants to tell his friends about his experiences over the years.
The post-war work still needs to be handled by him, and the Emperor of Heaven teaches hundreds of thousands of prisoners, and he still needs to deal with it.
It can be said that Chen Fan, who has just returned to Dachen, has countless things waiting for him.
However, nothing is as important as this moment.
Uncle Weng, no more!
As soon as the war ended, Chen Fan noticed the uncle Weng in the corner who looked at him comfortably.
Chen Fan couldn't accept it for a long time. Why has Uncle Weng changed so much in just 16 years?
Without saying anything, he took Chen Yixin and Uncle Weng back to the palace, and personally diagnosed Uncle Weng's pulse.
After a long time, Chen Fan opened his eyes slightly, his eyebrows still knotted together.
"Ahem... Young Master, I know what you want to say, it's all God's will. I've lived for hundreds of years, and it's enough."
Weng Yan smiled freely, but he was slightly weak when speaking.
"It's just a pity that I can't see Xiao Yixin grow up. I went below. If His Majesty Shenzong asks, how should I answer?"
Chen Fan grasped Weng Yan's hand tightly, but at this moment, he couldn't say anything.
Because Chen Fan knew that he could not save Uncle Weng.
He was madly communicating with Qiongtian in his mind, wondering if there was a way to bring Uncle Weng to life again.
But the answer is obvious.
Weng Yan was not injured, he just broke off his life, and his destiny was near.
And this is something that no one can stop.
It is providence and destiny.
These are the two most insignificant words in Chen Fan's life.
But these two words are words that countless people have to take seriously.
There are so many people in the world, and how many can enter Chen Fan, who are truly disdainful of providence and fate, and even jump out of their grasp and maverick?
Perhaps throughout the long history, Chen Fan is the only one.
As long as he thinks of this, Chen Fan feels lonely.
Weng Yan has accompanied him step by step to this day, taking care of the three generations of the Chen family. Now that he is about to leave, Chen Fan has no good way to recover.
This kind of powerlessness is really hard to accept.
"Yixin, you go back first, I want to talk to your grandpa Weng."
Chen Fan's voice was a bit hoarse, Chen Yixin nodded, patted Chen Fan's shoulder, and at the same time bowed respectfully to Weng Yan, and finally left.
In the scene, finally only Chen Fan and Weng Yan were left.
At the beginning, no one spoke, and time passed so slowly.
Chen Fan thought of a lot. The two people in Kyushu Prison met for the first time, and they have left a lot of fate ever since.
After that, Chen Fan has experienced ups and downs step by step, and at the same time he has enjoyed endless glory.
I want to think about it again, it seems that at every important moment in Chen Fan's life, when I look back, there is Uncle Weng.
Before he knew it, Chen Fan seemed to have become accustomed to the existence of Uncle Weng.
But the more he thought about it, the more sad Chen Fan felt for what was to come.
"Uncle Weng, do you have any wishes?"
"No, I have been enough in my life. I have experienced one person under ten thousand people, and I have also experienced being beaten to dust."
"How many people can have the rich life experience of mine?"
With a smile on his face, Uncle Weng was full of free and easy things about what was about to happen.
"Fan'er, let me call you that before I die."
Uncle Weng's muddy eyes stared at Chen Fan tightly, as if he wanted to reach out and stroke Chen Fan's cheek.
"Fan'er, do you know that to be able to meet you and your father in this life is my greatest pride in my life?"
"I have the last wish, this life... is enough!"
The picture is always frozen in this scene, Uncle Weng closed his eyes and never opened them again.
His hand was still in the air, and he did not touch Chen Fan's cheek.
Chen Fan didn't know what Uncle Weng was thinking at the last moment.
Is there really no unwillingness, no regrets?
he does not know.
In Chen Fan's mind, there was only one sentence circulating at the moment.
"Farewell, Uncle Weng!"