these years

No one could understand why before the funeral, Qiao Wang and his wife still had a gloomy look on their faces, but after the funeral, they smiled and walked out of the cemetery hand in hand, as if they had just finished worshiping.Some people speculate that this is because in that dark age, Jin Rulin once controlled them to launder money for the gangster filming, and the two suffered from it. Now that the evil tiger finally died of old age, the two ghosts were freed.

As soon as this news came out, it was immediately included in the major Hong Kong media and became the headline of the weekly magazine.But Wang Lijun didn't care at all. He knew in his heart that there would be no big waves in Hong Kong's entertainment, and this news was nothing in the mainland.His current news value, Wang Lijun, is not even one-tenth that of Kang Xiaofei, and he is not qualified to compare with Zhang Xiaobo.The era of superstars has long since come to an end, and the dynasty of the commercial empire has arrived. He is no longer the focus of attention, but taking turns in power with Zhang Xuejun and being the regent is not bad.

Wang Lijun left the cemetery and returned to the top of the mountain, this time with Qiao Weidong.

After returning home, Wang Lijun fell seriously ill.

The doctor said that it was because of the cold in the rain, and the fever would be fine. It was nothing serious, but he was afraid that he would fall into a coma for a while due to overwork during the funeral.Sure enough, Wang Lijun couldn't get up as soon as he lay down, and was lingering on the bed for more than a week.During this period of time, he dreamed every day and from time to time, with strange dreams linked one after another.In his dream, he jumped down from the top of Victoria Peak. On the way down, he saw the Peak Tram, the scenery of Victoria Harbour, the neon lights in Mong Kok, and the crowds in Tsim Sha Tsui... The fall seemed endless. He fell all the way and saw the scenery of life all over the place. After a long time, he finally landed.Wang Lijun sat down and looked up to see a courtyard in front of him, which was in Beijing.It was afternoon, the sun was dim, the door was ajar, and the sound of the opera was quiet.Wang Lijun stood up and pushed the door. He saw people coming and going in the courtyard, some of them had put on makeup, some were still plain, and the painted face was still sitting on the coat box, but Xiao Dan had already started singing.There are many birdcages hanging on the veranda next to it, the sound of birds and insects is loud, and the courtyard is full of flowers, which is the style of the Wang family courtyard back then.In the center of the compound, tables and benches were set up, Qiao Weidong and Shen Weiguo were sitting there drinking tea, when they saw him coming, they quickly waved and smiled, inviting him to come over...

The dream has been constantly switching over the past few decades, from Hong Kong to Beijing, from Beijing to Hong Kong, it seems that most of my life is illusory.As a result, Wang Lijun became more and more sleepy and unable to get up - he was paralyzed.

Half-dream and half-awake, he felt many people coming and going around him, and when he looked up occasionally, he could see it was a doctor, a servant, Qiao Weidong, Zhong Weihong... It was just an outline, and before he could take a closer look, his body couldn't hold back. Live, and soon fell asleep again.

After several days passed, Wang Lijun finally woke up.It was afternoon when he woke up, the weather was a little hot, he was sweating, and he heard someone talking on the first floor from a distance, the voices of those people fluctuated, the footsteps came and went, and there were some banging sounds.The Wang residence has not been this lively for a long time.

Wang Lijun's voice was so dry that he couldn't say a word. He barely sat up with his body upright. His old eyes were dim and he saw Qiao Ruizhu sitting in front of the window writing and drawing with his back to him.

He hoarsely said: "Zhu Zai Ji, what are you doing?"

Qiao Ruizhu turned around, saw that he was awake, rushed to greet him, poured him a glass of water, and said, "I'm doing my homework."

Wang Lijun moistened his throat so that he could speak smoothly: "Why don't you do it downstairs, there is a study downstairs."

Qiao Ruizhu said: "My dad and the others were doing renovations downstairs, and there was a lot of chaos downstairs, so I was asked to do it."

Wang Lijun asked suspiciously: "Tiao Pujie! What the hell are you doing while I'm sick?"

Qiao Ruizhu sat down by the bed: "My dad said that this house is too old and very dark, which is not good for your health, so I asked someone to come and make a floor-to-ceiling window so that you can bask in the sun." It was different from before, he spoke more and more. The smoother it is.

Wang Lijun was holding the water glass, speechless.

Qiao Ruizhu thought of something, and said again: "By the way, Godfather, I have a question that I can't do, please help me." After finishing speaking, he turned to get the book.

Wang Lijun asked, "Why didn't you ask your father?"

Qiao Ruizhu turned her head and replied: "My dad said, if it doesn't work, it means you didn't attend the class, and if you don't know it, you will pick my skin off, so I dare not ask him."

Wang Lijun lifted the quilt, turned over and sat on the side of the bed: "Come on, he just can't, it's useless if you ask him. Show me as a godfather."

Qiao Ruizhu brought a book, unfolded it, pointed to the words and said, "On this question, what does the ancient Chinese translation, 'born in sorrow, die in peace' mean?"

Wang Lijun thought for a while, and got the answer after a while.He was quite proud, and pointed Jiang Shandao: "This is very simple. It means that when a person is born, his family is very poor and there is not enough to eat, so he is very worried. But through a lifetime of struggle, he has money and status. When he died, he was full of children and grandchildren, riches and honors, so he died very happily. This idiom tells us that we must work hard to live a lifetime."

Qiao Ruizhu thought for a while and felt that it was reasonable, so he nodded and wrote down the answer.

While Wang Lijun was proud, he couldn't help but feel strange. He thought to himself, why is it so difficult for primary school students to learn now?I'm afraid it will be difficult for a university.But even though it was so difficult, he still easily interpreted it and educated a bunch of children, which he is quite proud of.He thought about it again, was born in sorrow and died in peace, isn't this exactly the portrayal of his life, Wang Lijun?Thinking that he was indeed born in adversity back then, but he was not afraid of difficulties and strived to be the best. Now he is surrounded by wealth and glory, and he can only imagine that in the far future, he must be surrounded by his relatives, surrounded by warmth Die in peace.

The sound of decoration was rumbling by my ear, it was Qiao Weidong directing the installation of the window downstairs, the winter sun was shining through the window, and Qiao Ruizhu was doing homework.Sitting on the edge of the bed, Wang Lijun looked up at the fluffy hairs floating in the air, and tears filled his eyes unconsciously, because he knew that the people he loved were not far away.Good guy, he thought, born in sorrow and died in peace, this is the greatest affirmation of my life!

The decoration team Qiao Weidong found was extremely efficient. Within a week, Wang Lijun saw the French windows.While he was enjoying the afternoon sun, the servants were shuttling back and forth at home—they were all hired by Qiao Weidong, and they didn't know what to do all day long. At first, it was because Wang Lijun thought the servants were too busy and an eyesore, so they all fired them. It made the house deserted and deserted. With Qiao Weidong's actions, the Wang residence finally returned to its grand occasion.

Since Qiao Weidong came back from living here, Wang Lijun was forced to quit smoking, live a self-disciplined life, eat three meals on time, and add morning exercises and night runs to his routine. His health index has risen to ten octaves, and he has embraced life with a new look.

In fact, every time Wang Lijun was out of breath when running on the mountain road, he wanted to stop and ask why he had to suffer this crime in middle age, but Qiao Weidong's answer always moved him, and he had to pull up again. Get up and move on.

Qiao Weidong's answer was, hurry up and exercise, life is so unhealthy, I'm afraid of sudden death.

The winter wind made his lungs hot, but Wang Lijun still kept his head down. He thought to himself that sudden death was absolutely inevitable, and that he could continue his relationship with a short life, and his hard-won love life must not be ruined by a short life.

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