PS: The rich man in Yingoe Peak once again, without saying nonsense, continue to update the more shadow oe Peak, that is to say, continue the fourth update today! (I suddenly found that the rich man seemed to be playing a relay race, and everyone took turns to play, and each person gave a reward of red, which forced me to update every day, and I couldn't stop, and it hurts and is happy. You guys, it's really cruel!)

Congratulations to "Xingoe Peak" for being promoted to the leader of this book and becoming a 10th-level tycoon in this book!

Congratulations to "Muzaizai" for being promoted to the head of this book and becoming a 8th-level tycoon in this book!

Congratulations to "Growned King Kong" for being promoted to a disciple of this book and becoming a second-level tycoon in this book!

Congratulations to "Little Pocket" for being promoted to a disciple of this book and becoming a 2nd-level tycoon in this book!

The principal is great!

Although he did not give as much as Xie Xiaofeng, he dedicated all his life, including his life. Before this, perhaps no one would believe that there were such great people in the world. He was willing to give everything he had, working hard, silently carrying the scolding of countless people, not seeking profit or fame, only seeking a sunny future for children. For this reason, he has been doing so for decades until he has no cure and left the world.

Look, what a touching story!

Maybe many people smile after hearing this, or leave a few words of emotion: "This story is touching, but it's too fake."

But, it is true!

There is indeed such a great person in this world, even more than one. They were unknown during their lifetime and still silent after their death. They did not seek anything, but just silently dedicated themselves to light their candles, bringing light to others. When the candles burn out, their lives came to an end and disappeared silently, and no one even knew their existence.

Silent sadness enveloped a group of people. Sadness has become the main theme here.

Xie Xiaofeng was also shocked when he heard Meng Jian’s account.

His lips twitched a few times, but he didn't say anything after all. Perhaps he was too touched. He held his fingers, but he felt that he had never been so powerless. A sensation surged in his chest. But he couldn't breathe. He wanted to yell loudly and vent, but he couldn't roar. Only tears flowed down his eyes, heavy tears, full of sadness.

He once thought that he had done well enough, and had done as much as possible, and he had a clear conscience, so he could rest assured.

However, the protagonist of this story made him feel infinite respect, and compared with the principal, he felt inferior to himself.

This old man is willing to be despised by thousands of people and devotes his life, even life.

In front of this old principal, what qualifications do I have to be proud of?

When several doctors and nurses heard what Meng Jian said, they immediately felt respectful, full of respect for the principal, and at the same time, they were filled with self-blame: "If you were faster, you could save the life of a great old man! Such a person should not die like this!" They, who are used to life and death, rarely feel very regretful, self-blame and sad.

This is a respectable old man!

"Old He, go all the way."

Meng Jian's emotions stabilized a little. He closed He Xiuwen's eyelids in pain and said softly.

Xie Xiaofeng stood up and bent deeply towards He Xiuwen's body: "Mr. He. Have a good journey."

Stephen Chow, Ling Ling and Li Ze also bent down deeply: "Principal He, go all the way."

Chen Yiyao, Mo Yan took a deep breath and bent down: "Old sir, go all the way."

Several doctors, nurses, and even the driver in the car slowly came to He Xiuwen's body, bowed and said respectfully, "Mr. He, go all the way."

Those orphans seemed to understand.

The innocent and innocent people walked up one after another, surrounded He Xiuwen's body, bent down in a tender voice and said, "Grandpa He, go all the way."

The sound was so pure, without any trace of dust.

They did not understand what death means very much. They only knew that death seemed to be a bad thing, because Grandpa Meng and others were all in such pain and cried so sadly. Somehow, a sense of grief surged in their hearts, and they couldn't help but cry softly.

The orphans on the iron frame also got up with difficulty, leaning half of their bodies against the edge of the cage, supporting their bodies with both hands, bent down deeply towards He Xiuwen: "Grandpa He, go all the way."

“Go along the way!”

Meng Jian stared at the innocent actions of the children in a daze. At this moment, his sadness became stronger and he could no longer stop and burst into tears: "Ah!"

In the yard, more than a hundred orphans, including Stephen Chow, Xie Xiaofeng and others, as well as doctors, nurses, drivers, everyone bent over and looked sad.

After that, the yard was silent.

The April wind is gentle and fresh, but it cannot warm the coldness and sadness in everyone's hearts.

The children seemed to realize something big had happened, and they did not dare to speak anymore, with a hint of fear and timidity on their faces, especially when facing a group of strangers (that is, the meaning of strangers, the fear of life is to communicate with strangers). They looked at everyone weakly, wanting to move, but they dared not.

"Where is Principal He's family?" At this time, Stephen Chow said in a deep voice: "How can we inform them of Principal He's death?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Jian opened his mouth, but finally said, "He has no wife and children."

Stephen Chow's face froze: "No?"

At this time, Meng Jian said: "When he was young, he volunteered to dedicate his voice to these children and never marry him for life, because his wife and children were all a burden to him, and he did not want others to suffer with him. Therefore, he has been alone for so many years..." At this point, he was so choked up that he couldn't continue to say anything.

"Principal He..."

Everyone felt even more unaware of the feeling.

At this time, a doctor said, "Everyone, although I understand your current mood, are you going to let Mr. He's body be parked here all the time?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a crisp voice came from outside the yard: "Slow down!"

Everyone turned their heads and looked at it. The one who came into sight was a clever girl. She had an exquisite melon-shaped face, barefoot, wearing a light green cloth skirt, with long hair tied around her head, and a beautiful jasper hairpin. She was short, less than 1.6 meters tall, but she was full of spirituality. Her black eyes turned drippingly, looking at everyone.

"What do you mean?" Stephen Chow frowned.

Is this girl going to make the principal restless when someone dies?

But she ignored Stephen Chow and walked straight to He Xiuwen's body. She put her finger on He Xiuwen's wrist and smiled unchanged: "I'll just say it, I'm the same as expected." Then she looked at Stephen Chow, "You are so stupid. He is not dead yet. Why are you sad here?"

"Not dead?"

When everyone heard this, they were shocked.

But Mo Yan said: "He has no breathing or heartbeat anymore."

The girl rolled her eyes: "Have you never heard of it? There is another state in this world called fake death?"

She waved her hand and said, "Forget it, you don't understand if you talk to you laymen." Her face was a little bit grim, "But although she is not dead now, it's almost done. Unless my grandfather takes action himself, he will definitely die. My grandfather should be the only one in the world who can save him."

"What is your grandpa?" Stephen Chow asked.

At this moment, Mo Yan's eyes suddenly lit up and he said, "Your grandpa is the miracle doctor Xing Fengxing who is known as the master of the national medical practitioner?"

The girl said in surprise: "It seems that you have a lot of eyesight!"

"So, you are the only granddaughter of Doctor Xing - Xing Chongcheng?" Mo Yan smiled on his face, "It is known as the super genius of the Xing family for a hundred years, but to be honest, Xing Chongcheng. I didn't see where you are."

"You have to care!" Xing Chongchong frowned with a delicate brow and snorted, "If you dare to say this again, then I will ignore this person."

"Mo Yan, stop talking."

"Yes, Stephen Chow." Mo Yan glanced at Xing Chongchong helplessly and shrugged.

Xing Chongchong looked at Xing Zheng in surprise. Obviously, she didn't expect that Mo Yan would be stopped by Xing Zheng, and she really didn't say a word. However, she was simple and didn't think too much. Instead, she looked at Mo Yan proudly, and then said, "Pick him up, follow me, I'll take you to see my grandfather." She turned around and walked out, "But I want to remind you first, I don't know if my grandfather will take action. If my grandfather sits aside, then you will be unlucky."

"Why do you want me to hug?"

Mo Yan pointed at himself, speechless.

Xing Chongchong said, "You are strong and will not shake him. If someone else is replaced and he has cut off his last chance, then even if God comes, he will not be able to save him."

"This..." This reason is too powerful, and Mo Yan has no way to refute it.

The key is that except for Stephen Chow, he has the only strength here, and he can't let Stephen Chow take action, right?

There is no way, this time, he can only be a coolie. However, what is the point of hard work to save this respected elder?

Alas, just hug it!

He carefully picked up He Xiuwen and followed Xing Chongchong's footsteps.

Xie Xiaofeng, Shen Yiyao, Stephen Chow, Li Ze, and Ling Ling followed behind, while Meng Jian explained to a group of children, then hurriedly called a friend and followed.

After about an hour, several cars arrived outside the city and arrived at a small mountain village.

As soon as he got off the car, Xing Chongchong happily ran to a dirt-walled house and shouted loudly: "Grandpa, grandpa."

Behind the house, an old man walked around from one side of the house. He was wearing a straw hat, a little thin, gray-haired, simple, with a beard about half an inch, and dark skin. His skin was shining with a layer of light, as if he had oil. He smiled and said, "Are you back so early today?"

"Hehe, I brought you a group of guests." Xing Chongchong smiled sly, "Look."

At this time, Mo Yan and others finally arrived.

"Old Xing." Mo Yan said respectfully.

The others also called out: "Old Xing."

Xing Feng looked at his granddaughter Xing Chongchong with a laugh and cry, and said, "You really like to find something for me. Why? Do you not want me to live a leisurely life?" Looking at Mo Yan, he felt a little familiar, but he couldn't remember, "Young man, have I seen you somewhere?"

Mo Yan said: "This is the first time I have seen you, but maybe you have met your father."

"Oh? Who is your father?" Xing Feng asked.

"The lonely smoke in the desert, northwest, Mo family, Mo faraway mountains." Mo Yan said slowly.

Xing Feng suddenly realized: "It turns out that you are Mo Yuanshan's son, no wonder, no wonder..."

Mo Yan said at this time: "Old Xing, this person has entered a state of fake death. Today, only you can treat him. I came to disturb you this time and specifically asked you to help me."

Xing Feng glanced at He Xiuwen, but he had no intention of taking action.

Stephen Chow also stood up and said in a deep voice: "I hope the old man will help you!"
Chapter completed!