Chapter 369 Malu doesn’t want to study anymore

Chapter 369 Malu doesn’t want to study anymore

Jiang Lin was slightly startled. Malu was going to die?

He walked out from behind the blacksmith shop. The little girl held her head up with a timid face. Although she could see obvious fear, she tightened the corner of her dress and did not retreat.

This scared and stubborn look made Jiang Lin feel familiar.

Reaching out to pick up the girl, Jiang Lin glanced at the couple a hundred meters away, and then took a step forward.

The figure arrived outside the city in an instant, and the couple looked at the empty blacksmith shop with shock on their faces.

They had never seen such a method before.

The middle-aged man suddenly let out a long breath: "I was lucky that I didn't get slapped to death by Uncle Hong when I scolded him."

The woman on the side asked in a low voice: "If he takes action, can he save dad?"

The middle-aged man's heart moved, but then he smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I'm afraid it won't work. Dad has run out of gas and has no way to save himself."

The woman listened with a sad expression and said no more words.

Jiang Lin can now cover 800 meters in one step, which is astonishingly fast.

The little girl hugged his neck and watched the surrounding scenery change at a speed that was difficult to capture with the naked eye, her face full of surprise.

Not long after, Jiang Lin had arrived at the former magistrate's house.

The door here has been repaired, and the door is deserted. A gust of wind blows, and the fallen leaves spin up and fall again.

There was only one servant guarding the door, and he was quite old.

When he saw Jiang Lin, his eyes widened suddenly, and then he seemed to remember something and backed away in panic.

Jiang Lin glanced at him and recognized that this was the servant who blocked the road and was thrown away by him.

Walking straight in, the screen wall that was shattered by a punch had been replaced with a new one.

Compared to the many servants and guards that year at the end of the year, the courtyard now seems very quiet.

"Over there." The little girl was afraid that Jiang Lin would not be able to find the way, so she pointed in the direction and looked up at Jiang Lin's tall figure, thinking to herself: "Grandpa Hong Chen is so powerful... he can run so fast, faster than a carriage. Faster! ”

In fact, there was no need for the little girl to lead the way. Jiang Lin could also see a faint aura rising from a certain room.

He stepped forward, the door opened, and many people could be seen gathering.

Although Ma Lu had resigned from the post of prefect a few years ago and his family was sparse, the number of children and grandchildren in his family was quite large, numbering in the dozens.

Seeing Jiang Lin coming over, the children in their teens were all surprised and curious.

Those who are twenty or thirty years old, or even forty or fifty years old, have a look of fear on their faces.

At the end of that year, they had never forgotten the image of Jiang Lin smashing the screen wall with one punch and sending Ma Lu flying away with a slap.

When Jiang Lin came in, the strong sense of oppression involuntarily made everyone retreat subconsciously.

A man in his forties came forward and saluted Jiang Lin: "Uncle Hong, my father..."

Jiang Lin ignored it. The people here had nothing to do with him. The only thing he cared about was Ma Lu.

He turned around and entered the house, leaving the middle-aged man looking embarrassed.

A younger woman next to him said angrily: "How could he be so rude! Could it be that he thought dad had resigned..."

"Shut up!" The middle-aged man suddenly turned back and slapped him with his hand.

Snap——

There was a crisp sound, and the woman covered her face in shock. She didn't understand why she was beaten. It was obviously the man who was rude first.

The middle-aged man looked majestic and spoke sternly: "This is your Grandpa Hong. If you dare to talk nonsense again, you will be kicked out of the house! Now go back to your room and reflect, and you are not allowed to go out for a month!"

The woman was extremely wronged, with tears in her eyes, but she did not dare to refute.

She was born late and has not seen Jiang Lin's abilities.

However, middle-aged men and many people still remember the scene when they went to attend a funeral that year and were shouted "get out" and the carriage almost flew off.

Another older woman quickly came over and pulled her out.

As he walked, he whispered: "How can you be so reckless? Uncle Hong is your grandfather's brother who grew up together, and he has extraordinary abilities. When your grandfather was slapped by him, he didn't dare to talk back, let alone you. ”

The woman was stunned when she heard this, and then her face became full of panic.

At this time, Jiang Lin had already arrived in the back room.

The house exudes a strong smell of herbs and a lingering smell of the elderly.

A doctor was sitting next to him. He seemed to have just checked his pulse. When he looked up and saw Jiang Lin coming in, he couldn't help but be surprised.

Jiang Lin didn't pay attention to his eyes and only looked at the bed.

Malu was lying there, his face was like gold paper, his breath was getting darker and darker, as if he might disappear at any time.

Jiang Lin walked up to him, and Ma Lu seemed to notice something. He slowly opened his eyes.

Just such a simple action, but it seems very strenuous.

Only when he saw Jiang Lin, those cloudy eyes suddenly regained some energy.

"Brother Chen..."

Although Blacksmith Ma's death caused a certain gap between the two, they watched him grow up after all.

From a child of seven or eight years old, to now he is very old.

Jiang Lin lowered his body slightly and asked, "Why is this happening suddenly?"

"I'm old." There was unconcealable envy in Malu's eyes.

Over the years, everything has changed, except Jianglin and the blacksmith shop.

Jiang Lin naturally understands that birth, old age, illness and death are human nature, just like Blacksmith Ma and his wife Lu Yinghong.

And those familiar or unfamiliar neighbors.

Malu is also a human being, he will also grow old and will die when he gets old.

"Let's talk with me again... maybe we won't be able to talk again in the future." Malu's voice was very weak.

Jiang Lin nodded and sat beside the bed.

Malu, who was thin and white-haired, looked at Jiang Lin with a faint smile on his face: "I remember when you first came home, I was only seven or eight years old. In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed."

Jiang Lin hummed, as silent as ever. Malu didn't need his answer, he just kept talking to himself.

From the time Jiang Lin first came to the blacksmith shop, until he started studying, taking exams, marrying a wife, and having children.

It was as if I wanted to retell my entire life again.

It wasn't until he talked about Blacksmith Ma's death that Ma Lu felt a little bit more guilty.

When talking about Lu Yinghong, her eyes became even more moist.

"That day, my mother also talked about many things, but they were all about my childhood."

"Later I figured it out, she was thinking about me when I was seven or eight years old, not the unfilial son later."

"So she gave you that dress, because I have changed over the years, but you have not."

"Only in you can she see me as a child."

Malu sighed, but he coughed violently, and his breath became even darker.

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But his face turned rosy.

A group of people outside were crowded at the door, their faces full of concern, but they didn't dare to come in.

Malu glanced at his son, daughter-in-law, grandson, and granddaughter. The palms under the quilt were trembling and trembling, and he slowly poked them out.

In his skinny palm, he held a cloth bag.

I used a lot of different fabrics, and most of them were good stuff, but the stitching was not neat and still askew, big and small.

Malu's voice became even weaker: "You destroyed that bag back then. Over the years, I sewed another one, but I never knew how to give it to you."

"Brother Chen...younger brother knows he was wrong."

"Can you put your candied haws in this bag?"

Jiang Lin looked at the colorful bag, and a faint breath began to leak out of it, and this breath was closely connected with the people behind him.

Although Ma Lu didn't say anything, Jiang Lin had already guessed that it was sewn from the fabrics of these people.

His eyes moved to Ma Lu's face and he saw the meaning in his eyes.

There was hope in Malu's eyes, self-blame, and more importantly, pleading.

His outstretched hand was trembling.

Looking at the skinny palm, Jiang Lin couldn't help but think of the way Malu looked when he first delivered the bag.

"It doesn't hurt if you take out the stove with your hands, so what does that mean to me! Now, here's the bag for you, but you have to put it away and don't let my mother see it. Otherwise, she will blame me for playing around again."
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"Ma Lu, where have you been?"

"Coming, coming!"

"Why are you not sleeping so late at night?"

"I didn't do anything, I went to pee."

"You little brat, how dare you lie? You obviously went to the woodshed! See if I don't slap you!"

"Ah! Dad, save me!"

The scenes in the past made it difficult for Jiang Lin to be cruel.

He sighed softly, took the bag, then stretched out his hand and grabbed it backwards.

The little girl who was holding the door frame and looking in was caught from the air.

She screamed in surprise, and after landing, her face turned red and a little excited, as if it was something fun.

Jiang Lin stuffed the bag into the girl's hand and said, "She's not bad."

Malu glanced at the little girl, who was his second son's daughter. She was as old as when he first met Jiang Lin.

Although Jiang Lin's actions clearly showed that he didn't care about the entire Ma family, this girl was still eye-catching.

There was a smile on Ma Lu's face, and he nodded slightly: "Okay."

The palm of his hand fell on the bed, and the rosy color on Malu's face quickly disappeared and dimmed, along with the aura on his body.

His pupils gradually lost focus.

He looked up at the roof, opened his mouth slightly, and made a slight sound.

"Brother Chen..."

"I don't want to go to school anymore..."

"I miss my father and mother."

All the breath disappeared completely at this moment, and there was silence in the room.

The people outside seemed to realize something, and began to hear slight sobbing.

The middle-aged man standing at the door asked tremblingly: "Uncle Hong, my father..."

Jiang Lin stretched out his hand, helped Ma Lu close his eyes, and then stuffed his skinny palms back into the quilt.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at Malu's increasingly gray complexion, Jiang Lin remained silent for a long time.

The crying outside the house gradually became more frequent and louder.

There was also a slight sob from beside him. Jiang Lin turned his head. The girl had already squeezed the bag in her hand, tears streaming down her face.

She didn't dare cry loudly, her face turned red from holding it in.

Bitter and salty tears ran down the cheeks, the bridge of the nose, slipped into the corners of the mouth, and then dripped down the chin.

"Cry if you want. It will make you feel better if you cry." Jiang Lin said softly.

There was confusion in his eyes, as if he had said this to someone before.

The girl then opened her mouth, threw herself on Malu's body with a loud cry, and cried loudly.

"Grandpa! I want grandpa!"

(End of chapter)