"You!" Wu Jin stood up rubbing and glared at Uncle Er gritting his teeth.

In the end, they chose to pack.

Before leaving, Li Qiang said to his second uncle viciously: "Since you have chosen to offend me, don't regret it! You can't even attract a single guest in your family in the future!"

The second uncle stretched out his hand politely: "Please go slowly."

"snort!"

The three of them carried four large bags of food boxes and left. The attitude was much more tired than the customers who came out of the hardware store today.

"Uncle II, what should we do if our family really can't recruit customers in the future?" Lulu grabbed Uncle II's pants line worriedly.

The second uncle touched our heads: "Then let's have a holiday."

We closed the restaurant door and stood on the steps. I saw that the nearby shops were not closed.

It is already past nine o'clock in the evening, and everyone closes at nine o'clock. Now the shop owners are all in front of their own doors, looking at our restaurant. When we see us coming out, they hurriedly retracted their gaze and ran into the store.

Uncle Second lit a cigarette and said to Lulu and us: "You two are waiting here for a while."

"Uncle Second, what are you doing?" I asked.

"Go and share the way to success."

The way to success?

Seeing my second uncle turn into the supermarket next to him, Lulu and we were both a little confused.

After a while, the second uncle came out, and it was delivered by the aunt from the supermarket himself: "This is a good method, I'll discuss it with everyone now!"

"Sure, I really have something to do today, so I left first."

"Don't worry, I'll cover it with me."

The second uncle nodded and hired a taxi on the side of the road, and we got into the car and went to the hospital.

Uncle Song was still asleep in the hospital, and Lulu and I were lying beside the bed, staring at Uncle Song's face.

The face that was always full of kind smile was now pale, and I could see my heart sore.

The second uncle sat in the bed and talked to a big brother who looked like he was squatting on the ground at the age of eighteen or nineteen.

The older brother was wearing an old-fashioned shirt and pants, his legs were tied up, and his feet were wearing a pair of green rubber shoes. He shaved his head and looked pretty white.

It seems to be from the countryside.

"How is the situation?" asked the second uncle.

The eldest brother lowered his head and his nose was muffled: "The doctor said that my uncle is in his late stage now, and everything else is the reason why the painkillers he takes every day are too expensive. The doctor said what imported them."

He said, taking out a handful of wrinkled money from his pocket, all of which were a few cents, only a little one dollar.

"I just worked during the winter vacation... I only earned so much, not enough to give my uncle an injection. I... I'm really useless!"

The second uncle sighed and patted his shoulder: "Everyone has birth, old age, sickness and death. Uncle Song is old, so don't be too sad."

I felt the hand under my arm move, and I looked at Uncle Song's face in surprise. Uncle Song slowly opened his yellow eyes.

"Second Uncle! Grandpa Song is awake!"

I screamed out.

The second uncle and the eldest brother rushed over immediately and squeezed Lulu and us aside.

Lulu and we both looked at Mr. Song on the bed with red eyes.

Mr. Song's mouth under his breathing mask slowly raised, and he was so angry that he spoke: "Dr.... You're here."

"Here, Uncle Song, why don't you tell me if you are sick?" Uncle Second squatted by the bed excitedly.

Uncle Song shook his head, then slowly raised his eyes and waved to Lulu and us: "Grandpa's bedside table...there are oranges in the bedside table...you two will eat."

"Wow woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo

Lulu also burst into tears.

Uncle Song breathed hard: "What are you crying? I'm old, there's no way."

Uncle Song pointed to the elder brother beside his second uncle: "Second, this is my nephew, named Song Liang. His parents left early. I haven't gotten married and had children in recent years. It's because of this little brat. Don't look at this little brat who is honest, studying... Cough cough cough, studying is good. I just gotten lost and can't afford it... Cough cough cough."

Uncle Song coughed violently, and the second uncle was so scared that he hurriedly stood up: "I'll go find Xucheng!"

But Mr. Song, who had no strength, grabbed the corner of his second uncle's clothes tightly: "Second, listen to me, Xiaoliang, come back too."

Uncle Song's appearance seemed to be giving his last words, which gave me a very bad premonition, staring at Uncle Song with tears in his eyes.

The second uncle and Song Liang had no choice but to squat down again and approach Mr. Song.

The second uncle endured his fists and clenched his fists: "Uncle Song, tell me."

"Second, you are one of the few good people I have ever seen. I believe that good people will be rewarded. I want to beg you... Please... Help me to support this brat in college. It only takes four years. Wait... When he has a future, let him repay you."

Brother Song Liang buried his face in the bed and cried loudly.

I know that feeling, Brother Song Liang should have regarded Uncle Song as his father.

Seeing Uncle Song like this, Lulu and I were both in tears, let alone him.

The second uncle sniffed, held Mr. Song's hand, and focused his head: "I promise you, Song..."

The electrocardiogram monitoring instrument at the head of the bed suddenly made a long sound. I looked at the instrument in horror, then looked at Mr. Song on the bed with a smile and closed eyes, and felt a thud in my head.

I saw Uncle Song's ghost sitting up from his body, looking around in confusion, and then walked to the crying Song Liang, looking at him lovingly, touching his head, but not touching it.

A hint of loneliness appeared on Mr. Song's face.

Immediately afterwards, two ghost messengers came through the wall from the next ward, put iron chains on Uncle Song's hand, and pulled Uncle Song out roughly.

I hurriedly chased after me.

The road outside the hospital was cold and dark. After I was sure that there was no one, I endured the scorching heat coming out of my lungs and shouted: "Grandpa Song!"

The three ghosts in front were all stunned.

Grandpa Song turned his head in surprise, with a little joy on his blue gray face. His lips squirmed several times before he spitting out a few words: "Don't forget the oranges in the bedside table."

These words made my tears suddenly surging.

I ran over and hugged Mr. Song hard. I turned to the two ghost messengers and said, "Brother, it's not easy to walk on the road to Huangquan. Can you be kind to my grandfather?"

I was just a shameless request, but I didn't expect that they really agreed.

One of the ghost officials nodded and reassured me: "I don't know if this is your grandfather. Don't worry, the little one on the road to the underworld must carry the old man over."

"Ah?" You?

Another ghost officer also smiled: "My name is Zhang Long, his name is Zhao Hu. Please give us a few good words to our brothers in front of Mr. Lu, and the old man will leave it to us for care!"

Grandpa Song was stunned and laughed: "Okay, okay, I didn't expect that I could still borrow the light from Nuanting, okay! Go back, girl, it's not safe for you to come out by yourself."

I grabbed Grandpa Song's hand and nodded, and thanked Zhang Long and Zhao Hu again.

Just as he looked at the open road in front of him, Zhao Hu was carrying Uncle Song on the ground with his back on the sharp mirror, and was walking on the ground as if he was walking on the ground.

He was stunned by the little ghosts and ghost messes on the road.
Chapter completed!