677 Between Life and Death

Death was once a relatively unfamiliar thing to Jiang Zhihan. (Niuwen Novels~ Read novels online) In his first seventeen years of life, the only time he really felt was on the day his grandfather passed away. Before that, he was too young, or the person who died felt that he was too far away from him. Most of the time, death was just a concept, empty, abstract, and soon disappeared.

But in recent years, he seems to have had more frequent close contact with this thing. First, the girl who jumped off the cliff seemed to have gradually faded. Sometimes she wanted to search carefully before she could appear in her mind, but the scene of him standing with her lying under the deep cliff never faded in memory. It was just a person who had never met before. Occasionally, she had some intersection because of something, but her death was so vivid and shocking that it seemed that he felt the true meaning of this word for the first time.

Next was Bai Bingyan. In the mourning hall or in the cemetery, and even in the space thousands of miles away from the mourning hall and the cemetery, the shadow of her death never seemed to have dissipated and had been shrouded on his head. What surprised Jiang Zhihan was the tenacious and lasting shadow, which was still eye-catching in his heart four or five years later.

Finally, it was Master Yang. Compared to the previous two, his death was not very dramatic and impactful, but he was the person Jiang Zhihan really lived with and listened to his teachings. In his mind, he was the most down-to-earth reliance, a formal substitute for his deceased grandfather, but far beyond that meaning. When dealing with his funeral, sadness and sadness may be faint, but the feeling of lack has never faded for a long time. In fact, many mornings when they get up early to practice, the image of the master will suddenly appear from somewhere without warning, making him feel that somewhere in his heart is indeed empty, and at that moment, he often feels a little distracted.

Apart from them, the closest girl around Jiang Zhihan also crossed the line on the edge of life and death: first, Lin Mo, who blocked the knife by the lake, and then Wen Chu, who jumped off the building in the mountains. And himself, he also felt the breath of death several times. If he had no time to think about this problem when facing the Second King in front of the food stall, then he really thought of that possibility in the few minutes he ran with Lin Mo by the lake. In front of the Jingshan Villa, when the surname Cheng pointed a gun at him and asked him to let go of Peng Yuantao, there was a moment when he even had the impulse to take the risk to rush up to challenge the black hole.

Maybe, somewhere deep inside, he was fanatical to embrace death?

And this time, it was Xiao Gu's mother, Aunt Wen.

The mourning hall was very solemn, and the farewell ceremony was solemn but simple. The only thing that made people feel that this funeral was unusual was the military uniform badge shining in the crowd. Neither Xiao Gu nor Commander Gu came on stage to speak. Commander Gu was not even present, and it was said that he was too sad and had some physical discomfort.

Aunt Wen is not the closest elder to Jiang Zhihan, but her few contacts did leave a deep impression on him. Especially on the day when Xiao Gu drew his gun and threatened Xu Qing, Aunt Wen left him with a long talk, which was quite unexpected to Jiang Zhihan, but also moved him a little. If she hadn't been in a family like her, she might not have been able to survive the first time the cancer was discovered, but even the medical conditions were good, it would not be a fate. When the cancer recurs again, various treatment methods, including the second senior brother Guan Shanhe, often helping her with auxiliary treatment of qigong, can only delay this day.

Of course, Jiang Zhihan knew how important Aunt Wen was to her son Xiao Gu. She may be the only person Xiao Gu cherishes so far and will keep at all costs. He didn't know what changes would happen to Gu Wangshan's life when this existence disappeared.

"Xiaojiang..."

When Jiang Zhihan heard someone calling him his name, he jumped out of his contemplation and turned to see that it was Wen Ningcui's mother and Aunt Huang, the director of his group company. Aunt Huang's face could not hide a little sadness. Xiao Gu's mother was her friend for many years and had been a neighbor of the military district compound for several years. Even though she later married Principal Wen and left the house against her father's wishes, their friendship was not interrupted, but became closer.

Jiang Zhihan comforted softly, "Aunt Huang, don't be too sad either." For him, Aunt Huang is one of the few elders who make him respect and feel close to him.

Aunt Huang shook her head, "Everyone is prepared for her illness, but I am not sad about it..." She sighed softly and suddenly changed the topic, "How are you doing recently?"

Jiang Zhihan pursed his lips, "It's still... let's do it."

Aunt Huang stared at him for a long time, "Little guy, I heard that you have been a little... a little confused recently..."

It took a long time since I heard Aunt Huang call him a little guy, and at first glance it was still a little kind. Jiang Zhihan smiled bitterly and argued, "Aunt Huang, don't listen to people's nonsense. Those are all unpredictable things. I'm just doing the rules... Sometimes a little confused is really..."

After looking at the coffin more than ten steps away, he sighed: "I don't know why, but I suddenly felt that it seems that there are too many such separations in recent years."

Aunt Huang nodded, "Look... Xiao Gu** is considered to be of a very good temper and a very good temperament among the people I know. She comes from a family, her father and husband are all very rich, and in the end she is just a waste. Little guy, you can't make enough money, think carefully about what you want in your life."

Jiang Zhihan nodded obediently, "I understand."

Aunt Huang said: "After this school year, you, Uncle Wen, are about to retire." Since taking charge of No. 7 Middle School, Principal Wen has carried out drastic reforms with his wife's connections and Jiang Zhihan's financial support, and has introduced many new system of talent selection and teaching reform. In recent years, the 7 Middle School has changed from a key middle school ranked about seven or eight to the hottest school in Zhongzhou. Their grades are outstanding. Two years ago, the Education Bureau once had rumors that he would be transferred to the executive deputy director of the bureau, but he declined the promotion and stayed at No. 7 Middle School.

Jiang Zhihan said oh, "He hasn't mentioned it before I called Uncle Wen last time."

Aunt Huang said, "He is also in love with the situation... But I advised him that he should retreat when he is old. Without him at No. 7 Middle School, the sky will not collapse. When he is old, it is nothing wrong to go home to enjoy life and maintain his health."

Jiang Zhihan said: "There have indeed been earth-shaking changes in the past few years. I took the time to go there two days ago and I was almost out of reach. Aunt Huang, this was all created by Uncle Wen, and it was worth it that he was reluctant to let it go."

Aunt Huang nodded and suddenly threw a wink at Jiang Zhihan. He followed her eyes and, after the dispersed crowd, Wen Ningcui stood alone in front of the coffin without moving.

Jiang Zhihan turned his head and looked at Aunt Huang and said, "I haven't met Ning Cui for a long time. I'll talk to her."

Aunt Huang nodded slightly, "Go... Well, when will you come to your house to sit? You haven't been here for a year or two."

Jiang Zhihan gave her a smile, turned around and walked towards the place where Wen Ningcui stood.

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