No matter what Yang Huai says now, Yang Jun will not be deceived by him.

With Yang Jun, his credibility has been exhausted.

Yang Jun no longer wants to spend any thought on him.

He had spent a lot of time on him before. He had to educate him when it was time to educate him, call in the doctors when he needed to be called in, and send in the things that needed to be treated. But...

Yang Huai is still the reckless Yang Huai, and Yang Jun has no hope that he will change his ways.

The five brothers and sisters have already married and started their own business. They all live their own lives, and Yang Jun has no extra time or energy to take care of them.

Brothers and sisters will become farther and farther apart in the future, and their descendants will become strangers in the future.

Instead of wasting time on them, it is better to take some time to take care of your own children.

Yang Chengdao and Yang Chengcai are getting older, and the other children are also getting older.

In addition, with so many children, even if Yang Jun wanted to spend some time taking care of his younger brothers and sisters, he was unable to do so.

this day.

Yang Jun was playing in the living room with Eleven Niang and Twelve Lang in his arms.

At this time, the nanny came in a hurry.

"Sir, Miss Ma is here."

Yang Jun was stunned for a moment and asked: "Ma Wu Mei?"

"Yes, sir."

Yang Jun thought for a moment and didn't know what Ma Wumei wanted to do with him.

So he said: "Invite her in."

After a while, the guard heard a cry.

"Uncle Yang, my father is dying."

As soon as Ma Wumei entered the room, she knelt directly in front of Yang Jun.

Seeing her heartbroken look, Yang Jun's heart trembled.

"What happened to your dad?"

Ma Wumei is the only daughter of Yang Jun's sworn brother Ma Zhanshan. She is now married and has children, and is doing well in the workplace.

The two families also move around frequently, and send each other gifts during holidays, so they have a very good relationship.

"My dad... is dying, wuwu..."

After saying that, Ma Wumei continued: "Uncle Yang, my father is still holding his breath and wants to see you one last time."

Yang Jun was shocked when he heard this and said quickly: "Your dad... let's go, go quickly."

Yang Jun handed the two children in his arms to his aunt, and quickly walked out with Ma Wumei.

On the road.

Ma Wumei cried and told the story again.

It turns out that what happened was that Ma Zhanshan, who was always good at martial arts, insisted on fighting with others regardless of his age, and was seriously injured.

By the time he was taken to the hospital, it was already too late and the doctors were helpless, so he was taken back from the hospital again.

After he came back, he fell into a coma. When he finally regained consciousness, he immediately asked someone to call Yang Jun.

After hearing what happened.

Yang Jun was so sad.

As the saying goes, if the earthen pot is not broken near the well, the general will inevitably die in battle.

Ma Zhanshan, who was fond of martial arts all his life, finally died in the martial arts competition.

This can be regarded as a well-deserved death.

However, what makes Yang Jun regretful is that the world has lost another good brother who drank a lot and ate meat.

When people reach middle age, the last thing they want to face is losing friends.

Watching the familiar people leave you one after another, the feeling is self-evident.

Guo Caochao is gone, Wang Xiaocui is gone, Guo Tianming is gone, uncle Wang Yuxian disappeared a few months ago, and now it is Ma Zhanshan's turn.

Yang Jun sat in the car without saying anything and kept smoking the cigarette in his hand.

After a while, the car stopped at Mazhanshan's home.

As soon as he got off the car, Yang Jun went straight to the backyard.

At the junction of the front yard and the back yard, he saw a shirtless man kneeling upright.

No matter how hot the sun was in the sky, he remained motionless.

Yang Jun passed by and didn't care.

Come to the backyard.

He saw from a distance that the backyard was full of people.

These people stood there with sad and heavy faces, and many people kept coming in and out.

"Uncle Master."

As soon as Yang Jun entered the backyard, everyone shouted in unison.

Yang Jun said nothing and walked into Ma Zhanshan's room with a sullen face.

"Uncle Master is here, please give way."

Wan Cheng, Ma Zhanshan's eldest disciple, said anxiously.

The crowd suddenly parted, leaving a path clear.

At a glance, Yang Jun saw Ma Zhanshan lying on the bed with a pale face.

At this moment, Ma Zhanshan opened his big eyes and stared at the beam without blinking.

The face was gloomy and had completely lost its former charm.

My chest rises and falls, and I can see that there is less air coming in and more air coming out.

"Brother."

Yang Jun yelled, then squatted directly in front of the bed.

"Brother...here...here."

Hearing Yang Jun's cry, Ma Zhanshan's eyes finally had a glimmer of light.

He slowly turned his head and looked at Yang Jun.

"Brother."

Seeing Ma Zhanshan's look, Yang Jun's heart ached.

This righteous and heroic man had become so weak.

"Brother..."

Ma Zhanshan held Yang Jun's hand tightly, and tears slowly flowed from his eyes.

Seeing this scene, all the disciples nearby couldn't help crying.

"Brother...brother...I can't do it anymore."

Yang Jun could feel how strong Ma Zhanshan's hand was holding him.

His eyes were distracted and he seemed unwilling.

I moved my lips and jaws several times, but in the end I couldn't say anything.

Yang Jun held his hands tightly and said seriously: "Brother, stop talking. My brother knows what you want to say."

"Don't worry, I will take good care of Wu Mei and your disciples."

"As long as I'm here, you can rest assured."

When Ma Zhanshan heard this, a smile appeared on his gray face.

He no longer held Yang Jun's hand so hard.

He nodded slowly and said intermittently: "The most right thing I have done in my life is to meet you, brother. I have never regretted it...I...I..."

As I talked, it became more and more difficult.

The chest no longer rises and falls like before, it is bulging, as if he is holding a breath.

When Yang Jun saw this, he knew something was wrong.

He immediately winked at Ma Wumei.

"father!"
To be continued...