December 31st night.《》%net (1)

Chang Ning sat silently in front of the bed, with tears in his eyes staring at Ning Ruifeng who was in a coma on the bed.

The doctor has made the final judgment that the 96-year-old man is about to reach the end of his life.

The living room was crowded with people. According to the old man's request, they could only stay in the living room and stare at the color TV connected to the camera.

The guard secretary Yu Zhenfu is an exception. He stood straight beside Chang Ning, and he was already in tears.

Suddenly, Ning Ruifeng's eyelids moved and he opened his eyes.

His dull eyes were first directed at the clock placed on the bed.

The second hand is ticking, the hour hand is pointing at the "twelve", while the minute is moving closer to the "zero eight" with an undetectable movement.

A smile slowly appeared on his shiny face.

He must have seen that there were nearly twenty minutes left before the twenty-first century he had been looking forward to.

He must win the "gambling" set up with Chang Ning, and he will be about to win.

"Help me up." He gave the order, his voice a little cold.

Yu Zhenfu took a step forward and helped Ning Ruifeng sit up.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he sneered with contempt.

"Big man, crying, no future..." Ning Ruifeng started to snore.

Yu Zhenfu wiped his eyes and said loudly: "I'm angry."

"angry?"

"Forty years ago, when I met you the first day, you made a promise. You said, Comrade Zhenfu, do your best and become a general or governor in the future, but look, I am still a little secretary now."

"Did I say it?"

"You said that I still remember it in my diary."

"Ha... you are sixty-five, no, sixty-six." Ning Ruifeng thought hard for a while and said slowly, "You Yu Zhenfu... have become my shadow, and you can't drive it away even if you drive it away... You saved me eight times, no, it seems nine times, nine times... That time in Xichuan Province, when you encountered a mudslide, you ran on my back... You also complained while running, saying that I was too heavy..."

Yu Zhenfu said: "That's because you are holding a bag of books, which is about ten pounds."

"You Yu Zhenfu, you are cruel enough, you snatch it and throw it away."

"That's because I only recite you and don't like to recite the book."

"Forty years, forty years... You should go home, go home and take your grandson."

Yu Zhenfu nodded, turned his back and couldn't help but burst into tears again.

Ning Ruifeng looked at Chang Ning again.

"Where are you, why do you cry?"

Chang Ning replied loudly: "I'm angry too?"

"Because you're going to lose?"

"Yes."

"Ha...can't you afford to lose?"

Chang Ning was crying, but he was smiling, "Fortunately I lost to you."

"Young, no failure..."

"Have you failed?"

"Look at the question you asked..." Ning Ruifeng paused, breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly showed a naughty expression, "I am different from others. I only said that I have succeeded... I learned to use a TV remote control, I learned to use a mobile phone, I still, I still..."

“You also learned to use a computer.”

"So, when I get there, I can still be their teacher."

"You have thoughtful thoughts." Chang Ning said.

"My level is enough to get there, right?" Ning Ruifeng asked.

"That's for sure, they will give you a title of Professor Fu."

"Being a teacher was my ideal when I was young... No, stinky brat, are you mocking me again?"

Chang Ning shook his head, "I didn't mock you."

"Then, why is it Professor Fu?"

"That's right. If you want to become a professor, you can't just be qualified. You have to find a connection and open a back door. They will give you a professor's title. As for whether you can become a professor, it depends on your social skills."

Ning Ruifeng smiled, "Over there, over there and over there are the same ones? You also have to connect and go through the back door?"

"I think it must be." Chang Ning held Ning Ruifeng's hand and smiled.

"This question, this question..."

"Let's not argue." Chang Ning said loudly.

"Oh...no argument..." Ning Ruifeng's eyes turned to the clock at the end of the bed.

The minute hand points to "Eleven".

"It's snowing outside?"

"Yes, I started last night."

"Oh... have you read the prose "Snow" written by Mr. Lu Xun?"

"Don't take me, I haven't read it."

Ning Ruifeng took a breath and slowly recited: "...The snow in the south of the Yangtze River is so moist and beautiful, but after the snowflakes in the north are always like pink and sand. They will never stick to it, scattered on the house, on the ground, on the dead grass... However, the spring snow in the north is quite like the snow in the south. I live on a high building and look out from the window. A thick layer of snow is piled up on the balcony fence, which is so moist and moist, bringing the news of fresh spring. The sky is clear and you can see the lush western mountains from the window. On this day, the capital was white, endless, and the snow-covered roofs were lined up one after another, forming a very distinctive painting, which is really beautiful..."

Chang Ning asked loudly: "Do you want to see the snow?"

"No, no... Xiao Chang."

"Hey, you said."

"There are a few things that I want to tell you..."

"Grandpa, you said, you said."

Chang Ning leaned over and hugged Ning Ruifeng's body.

"It's a cliché, private words are the first. I'm sorry, I have to say, can you change your surname?"

"Don't worry, I have reported to the central government and requested approval to resume the use of the Ning surname, which was sent by Uncle Yu himself."

Yu Zhenfu nodded beside him, "I sent it to you."

"Then, what do you call me?"

"I'm using my dad's name."

"Ning Qiao?"

"Yes, my name is Ning Qiao."

"Ning Qiao, Ning Qiao...I told him that he would agree."

Chang Ning asked in tears: "Do you have anything to do?"

"Also, bury your grandma and me next to your father."

"They won't agree."

"Hmph...you tell them, if you don't agree, I will be anxious with them. I will take them over and ask Ning Qiao to deal with them."

"Okay, I will definitely convey your instructions to them."

"It's an order."

"It's an order."

"It's a spy."

"It's a spy."

"And, what's the name of where your dad lives?"

"Qingyang City Daqingshan** Valley."

Ning Ruifeng murmured: "** Valley, ** Valley... must be a good place, your father must like it."

“Yes, it’s beautiful and quiet.”

"Remember, don't bother him, don't look for him."

"Grandpa, I remember."

“When…when…when…when….”

The bell rings the bells of the new century.

Ning Ruifeng smiled again and slowly closed his eyes.

"Well...I'm tired..."

After a while, Yu Zhenfu reached out and looked on Ning Ruifeng's wrist, he helped Chang Ning to retreat to the living room. He glanced at everyone and lowered his head sadly.

"He's gone..."

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Chapter completed!