At this time, in the study room, Mr. Chu was standing at the desk, holding a brush and practicing writing freely. Even Chu Yunxi rushed in without any reaction. He didn't raise his head and said lightly, "How old is he, he is still rash... Just like my age, besides you give me a great grandson, what else can you have to be happy!"

"Grandpa, He Qingwu is dead!"

Chu Yunxi said hurriedly.

"Oh, He Qingwu, he..."

Before Mr. Chu could react at first, he still lowered his head and wrote words, but then his expression suddenly changed, and his hand holding the pen suddenly trembled. The last stroke went straight and quickly twitched, leaving an ugly ink mark on the rice paper.

However, Mr. Chu didn't care about so much, and threw the pen in his hand, raised his head suddenly, and asked anxiously with disbelief, "What did you say? He...he..."

"He's dead!"

Chu Yunxi was extremely excited, so Zheng nodded and rubbed his hands hard.

When Old Master Chu heard this, his expression suddenly froze. His slightly opened mouth did not close for a moment. He was stunned in place as if he was petrified. His turbid eyes instantly disappeared, and he looked ahead in a daze.

Chu Yunxi was slightly stunned when he saw his grandfather's reaction, and was a little surprised. He hurriedly ran up and said, "Grandpa, what's wrong with you?! He Qingwu is dead. This is a great joy. Why are you unhappy..."

Bang!

Before he could finish speaking, he was slapped in the face in the face.

Chu Yunxi covered his face and stared at his grandfather with wide eyes, full of shock. He didn't understand why the good grandfather was hitting him.

"Little bastard, pay attention to your wording!"

Old Master Chu stared at Chu Yunxi and scolded angrily, "Just because of you, you are not worthy of calling him by his name!"

Chu Yunxi stared at his grandfather in a daze, his throat moved, and in the end he didn't say anything, swallowing his saliva.

"Although he is not in harmony with our Chu family, this does not mean that you can be rude to him!"

Mr. Chu glanced at his grandson coldly and said sternly, "I am the only one who can disrespect him throughout Yanxia, ​​and no one else can be qualified!"

Although he and Lao He have fought for the rest of his life, he still recognizes Lao He very much in his heart, and he is also the only person he looks down on and deserves to be his opponent!

Therefore, he did not allow anyone to disrespect Lao He!

Even his beloved grandson!

When Chu Yunxi saw his grandfather's stern look, he lowered his head in fear and did not dare to say anything.

"Old He, Lao He, you fought with me all your life, but in the end, you lost to me!"

Mr. Chu turned his head and looked out the window, looking at the direction where the He family was, with his hands behind his back, his chest raising his head, his face full of pride, but this pride was fleeting, and soon his eyebrows were filled with sadness and loneliness, and he couldn't help but say sadly, "But you left... I'm the only one left... What's the point of living... Wait for me, it won't take long to go over and be with you..."

While speaking, his deep eyes were filled with tears. He had never wet his eyes for decades, and suddenly he wet his clothes.

With the death of Lao He, he was the only one left in their generation!

An inexplicable loneliness surged in his heart, and his whole body and mind seemed to be hollowed out in an instant. He suddenly lost his attachment to the world and the thought of living...

"Grandpa, don't be overwhelmed!"

Chu Yunxi was so scared that his body trembled when he heard his grandfather's murmur, and said hurriedly, "You will definitely live for a hundred years. You can't leave us..."

Hearing his grandson's words, Mr. Chu's sadness relieved a little. He turned his head to look at Chu Yunxi, his eyes softened, and asked with concern, "How is it, does your face still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore. As long as my grandfather is healthy, he can beat me every day!"

Chu Yunxi hurriedly said.

"Little bastard, he just has a sweet mouth, but you should beat him, who told you to say something you shouldn't say!"

Mr. Chu sighed and continued, "You will go to the He family in person to mourn me. At the same time, ask He Ziqin, the time of the funeral of Lao He, and tell He Ziqin that I will personally go and see Lao He for the last journey!"

"good!"

Chu Yunxi nodded.

"Remember, be polite!"

Mr. Chu instructed coldly.

"Know!"

Chu Yunxi agreed solemnly, then turned around and left, gently closing the door.

Old Master Chu turned his head and looked out the window again. The scene of artillery fire suddenly appeared in front of him, and the sadness and grief in his heart became stronger.

The years that I felt extremely difficult to bear at the beginning are now gone.

His eyes couldn't help but blur again, and he sang even more in his mouth, "General, the army has a broken reputation in a hundred battles. He turned around thousands of miles to the river, and his old friends have been gone. The water is rustling and the west wind is cold, and the whole seat is like snow. The hero is still singing sadly. The birds still know how hatred they are, but they don't cry, and they don't cry, and they cry with blood. Who can share me, drunk with the bright moon?!"
Chapter completed!