When Fatty and Gans helped me into the operating room, my dad had already let go

Next to him, my mother fainted from crying. Lenny and others hurriedly called the doctor to come and rescue him in a hurry.

The second brother sat on a chair next to the operating table, silent. He just stared at the father on the operating table without saying a word, gritting his teeth, as if he was about to tear apart the person.

"Second brother..." I came to my second brother and grabbed his hand.

"Andre, my father is dead, my father is dead..." The second brother said this.

The doctor walked in and took my mother to the ward next to her. Lenny and others followed her, leaving me in the operating room, my second brother and my father lying on the operating table.

For a moment, I felt like I fell into hell.

"Yesterday was still fine. When I called home, my father took the call and said that he felt very good recently and wanted to go swimming. But today..." The second brother said while wiping his tears and crying.

Since childhood, the person my second brother fears the most is his father.

My father never gave him any good face. No matter what he did, he would scold him. My second brother often told me that my father didn’t like him. In fact, when he grew up, he also understood that in my father’s heart, the second brother was the one who worried him the most.

Although my second brother has been together since childhood, he values ​​his family more than me and my elder brother. He is the person who usually goes back to accompany his father and mother. Now that my father is leaving like this, how can he not be sad?

"Andre, do you know what my dad said in the end?" The second brother looked at my dad's face and said.

"What did you say?" I turned to look at my second brother, his face was cold and there was no expression.

"When my dad was dying, I was still worried about Carl. I told us to find him when I had time to see what he was doing. If there was any trouble, Dad asked us to help him." The second brother bit his teeth and said viciously: "Where did Karl, this bitch, go?! I have never been home once in so many years! Where is he when Dad is sick?! Every time Mom is looking at him, where is he?! Every Christmas, although Dad doesn't say anything, I can see that they want Carl, even if he received a greeting card from him, but you also saw it. When did this bitch show up? Now that Dad is dead, he doesn't even show his face! Such a person, no matter what job he does, is he still the son of his father?!"

The second brother roared, as angry as a lion: "Andre, Carl would better not come back in this life. If I see him, he would not think of good fruits! From today on, I don't recognize him as my brother, and you don't recognize him! Our Corleon family has no such unkind people!"

After saying that, the second brother walked out of the operating room without looking back.

"Second Brother!" Looking at my second brother's back, I fell on the chair and could no longer stand up.

The news of my father's death was quickly spread.

Major newspapers in Los Angeles have published this news one after another.

"Yesterday, the Corleon family lost a member, Hall Corleon, who died of a heart attack. We don't know much about this old man, only he was the owner of a small movie theater under Warner Company and worked as a projectionist for life. However, we must remember him because he has trained a world-class film master for the United States!" - The Los Angeles Times

"Hall Corleon, we don't know how to describe this person, but we must say that this is a respectable old man. Not only because he trained Andre Corleon, but also because of his contribution to society. Yesterday, the directors of 28 orphanages in Los Angeles jointly wrote a letter to the newspaper. After seeing this letter, we realized that the old man quietly used all his savings to build these 28 orphanages!" - The Los Angeles Post

The Los Angeles Post news shocked me. As his son, I never knew that my father would donate all his savings to the orphanage. You know, his original savings plus the pocket money my second brother and I gave him every year was a considerable amount. My father was reluctant to eat and drink. Even the trips I arranged for him could be reduced by a few days or a few days. My second brother and I have always wondered where the money we gave him had spent. Who would have thought he could do this?

The lawyer came on the night of my father's death. As my father's personal lawyer, he published his suicide note.

"I, Hall Corleon, now allocate the genetics as follows:

I had no savings in my life, and I invested all of them in the cinema that I originally had. Over the years, I have received a lot of pension expenses, and I have added up to 5 million.

I built 28 orphanages in part. After I passed away, these]: Transfer to the name of my youngest son Andre Corleon. Andre, your father is a person who is not very capable. He has never let you three brothers live a good life in his life. Now you have a big career and have more money in your hands, but no matter when, you cannot forget your conscience. This cinema is something I have done for you, whether it is to help you gain some reputation or help you do some good deeds. I hope you can continue to do it, for those children and for me.

I bought a small farm near Burbank for $400,000. The place has a good scenery and the land is very fertile. Your mother and I met there. At that time, we had no money. Our biggest dream was to buy that land, be a small farmer, and live a quiet life. It was our home, leaving behind a happy time for the family. This small farm is also left for Andre. I can't use it, so I left you a way out. Once there is something wrong with the company, the whole family will not go to sleep on the road.

All the horses in the farm were left to Baoji. When you were in school, you always complained that I had no money and could not buy a horse for my children like the rich parents in the town for a walk. My dad always remembered that the person I owe the most in my life was you. Those horses were picked by me one by one. I was fat and strong. When I was fine, don’t always fight and kill the land. Take Little Victor to ride a horse and tell him. His horses were given to him by his grandfather and tell him. I love him.

In addition, I have a small shop in Los Angeles, which is an equipment store, which sells some radios, record machines and other equipment. This shop is left for Carl, although I don’t know where he is now.

Children. My greatest pride in my life is having you. Dad owe you a lot in this life. Don’t blame me for not being able to do it, and don’t be jealous of my father who once slapped you on the ground with his hands. Remember, Dad loves you forever."

My father’s suicide note made my second brother and I cry.

During his life, he lived for his mother when he was young, and after getting married, he lived for this family. He got up early and went to bed late all day long. He used that small cinema to support the family's livelihood.

I still remember his sad face when my second brother quarreled with him and said he was not capable. I remember when I was filming the first movie, I asked him for money. I was so embarrassed that I was still

My movie was successful, his pride and pride, he took out his salary, invited people to drink in the tavern in Burbank, and told him over and over again that Andre Corleon was his son!

Even in the last days of his life, he is making plans for each of us.

I built an orphanage for me, bought a farm for this family, and opened a shop for my elder brother. He has always loved face and said in his suicide note that he was an incompetent person and told us not to blame him.

He said he owed us a lot, but in my opinion, he owed nothing at all! He did everything a great father should do!

The day after my father passed away, his coffin was transported back to the old house in Burbank by us.

There is our home and the place where my father stays for the rest of his life.

The news of my father's death caused many people to send phone calls.

Coolidge and Hoover expressed condolences on behalf of the US federal government. Pope Maria I of the traditional sect, Pope Pius XII of the Vatican, Pope Pius XII of the Polish government, Polish Prime Minister Pisusky, Irish President Chauvin Poder, and Adolf Hitler, the leader of the German National Socialist Workers' Party, also sent phone calls.

Hollywood filmmakers, my colleagues in the film industry, sent memorial baskets piled up in the yard.

At the same time, people from all walks of life in the United States also sent their condolences. Thousands of letters flew from all directions every day, and Los Angeles people rushed to Burbank and placed the flowers in their hands at the door of the DreamWorks cinema.

My second brother and I put down some of the things at hand and devoted all our time and energy to my father's funeral.

Dreamworks people still follow my orders and perform their own duties and do whatever they should do. In my opinion, this is my private matter and has little to do with Dreamworks.

Despite this, Gans, Fatty, Griffith and others buried their heads in helping me with all kinds of chores. After receiving the news of my father's death, the old Wolfgang and Carlo, who were far away in Poland, rushed back.

During the funeral, my second brother and I were often stunned.

No matter how many people come, I always look forward to seeing my elder brother at the door. I think the second brother has the same idea.

But day after day, the elder brother never appeared, as if he didn't exist in this world at all.

The second brother was scolding all day long. He even mobilized all the power of the Burbank Party to find clues about his elder brother, but he still found nothing.

The second brother said that the eldest brother had no conscience and was a ruthless person.

The second brother said that he might shoot him in one shot next time he sees his elder brother.

Although I kept persuading my second brother, I was also angry with my eldest brother.

It's reasonable to say that his second brother's wedding, my wedding, he didn't show up, but now that my father has passed away, he doesn't even show his face, and I can't even accept it.

The last day of August is cloudy.

In the morning, it started to rain lightly. By eight or nine o'clock in the morning, the sun showed its face in the clouds, sprinkling a few precious rays of sunshine.

This day is the day when my father is buried.

From the morning, Burbank was crowded everywhere. People from all walks of life, media reporters, etc. who came to attend the ceremony were flooded with Burbank town.

At ten o'clock in the morning, amid the prayer of the high priest, Dad's coffin was loaded into a carriage, and we followed the carriage and walked towards the cemetery.

The cemetery is located on a small hill not far south of Burbank. In the farm bought by my father. After my father bought the farm, he took a fancy to the hill. The hillside is not high. There are tall fir trees scattered on it. Below the hillside is a river. Opposite the river is the fields inside the farm. On the top of the slope, you can not only see the entire town of Burbank. You can see the entire farm clearly, but also see Hollywood in the distance.

My father transformed the hillside into a cemetery of the Corleon family. He also moved the coffin of his grandfather Robin Corleon.

Now, next to Grandpa’s grave, a new tomb has been dug.

The wind was strong on the hillside, and the people attending the funeral were densely covered with the slope.

The high priest in black robes and the Pope Maria I of the traditional sect wearing snow-white robes jointly held prayers for the father. This was an honor that no one had ever enjoyed.

"Hall Corleon, son of Robin Corleon, your father sleeps in the glory of the most holy Father, and so do your ancestors! I pray for you as the high priest of the priest of the priest, leading you into heaven, where there are Lockettke, all the ancestors of the Corleon family, and you have the right to stand among them and enjoy the glory of the Father!"

"The Father of Hall Corleon, Andre Corleon, your Son will bring the glory of the Supreme and Holy Father to the world. So will your ancestors! I pray for you as a pope of the traditional sect and lead you into heaven, where there are Lockettke, all the ancestors of the Corleon family, and you have the right to stand among them and enjoy the glory of the Father!"

After the prayers of the high priest and Maria I, the children from 28 orphanages sang a requiem.

The song is far away and drifts in the wind. I close my eyes and shed tears.

My father's coffin was slowly placed into the tomb, and above it was covered with a red dragon banner of the Corleone family.

This flag covered my grandfather's face, the faces of countless ancestors of the Lockettke and Corleon family, and now it covered the coffin of my father.

I know, one day, it will also cover my face.

With the help of my second brother and I, my mother came down to the grave. She threw the flowers in her hand towards the coffin and looked at it for a long time.

"Hal, we have been married for almost thirty years. I have been very happy for thirty years. At that time, so many people pursued me, and there were many rich people, but when you braved the heavy rain and ran to my window and pulled me to your small cinema to watch a movie, I knew I would follow you in my life."

"For thirty years, you have always said that you didn't give me a good life, but do you know that as long as you are with you and with the children is my greatest happiness. Now that you are gone, you have made arrangements now, and I will pass in a few years. I don't ask for anything else, don't forget to build a cinema for me in heaven, just like the cinema in front of our house, I still want to watch movies together."

My mother seemed to be chatting with my dad, but it made my second brother and I cry.

We both personally picked up the shovel, shoveled up the loess, and threw it into the tomb.

I saw the loess covering my father's coffin bit by bit, the red dragon flag on the coffin bit by bit, and the father's face bit by bit.

The funeral ended from noon until after three o'clock in the afternoon, and after that, everyone left the hillside.

I walked at the end and couldn't help but look back.

I suddenly found that the rain stopped at some point, and a rainbow rose behind the hillside.

So beautiful, colorful!

Then I started laughing.

I know my dad left, so I must be very at ease.

Burbank finally calmed down after experiencing this hustle and bustle for many days.

After a meal in the room, the family went to rest.

I couldn't sleep, so I walked out of the yard and came to the small cinema in front of the door.

Standing at the entrance of the cinema and looking up at the sign on it, I read it word by word: "Dreamworks Cinema".

I can't help but remember Qingjing when I registered a film company. When the registrar asked me what the name of the company was.
To be continued...