The Story of Happiness Court

Chapter 86 is home, my home is deep in the clouds

The old mood seemed a little depressed, but he quickly adjusted his mood and continued to say to Leng Hanhui: "However, I still hope that I can help you, even if I can help you a little bit.

Therefore, I decided that after my death, my company will donate a sum of money to your happiness garden charity cause.Although not a lot, it is also a heart.This is also our obligation and our responsibility.Hope you can accept it.

The person who came to see me this afternoon is the head of our company's legal team.He has my will in his hand, and there are such clauses in the will. "

Leng Hanhui's eyes were red, and tears suddenly welled up in their sockets, swirling in them.He wanted to hold back his tears, but no matter how much he tilted his head up, the surging tears still rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

"Children, don't be sad. Humans have this day. I lived to be 73 years old, which is considered a long life. It is said that saints live to this age. What am I not satisfied with?

There is nothing perfect in this world, just like the rotation of the four seasons, when there are spring flowers and autumn moons, there must be severe winters and hot summers.No matter who it is, they have to take this path, it's just one day sooner or later.

You are a doctor, is there anything you can't see through?Haha, left and right are just a bunch of carbohydrates. According to the theory of indestructibility of matter, I don’t know what year and month, but I will come back again, right? "The ancient smile is very calm, but the comforting words really make people unhappy.

"I know, your choice is right, and I also know that you actually chose a very difficult path.

However, what I want to tell you is that I am sure that your choice is correct, not because you chose to do public welfare, but because you chose righteousness!

This person wants to make a career and has his own ideals and beliefs.Some feel that their abilities can rule the world and want to be emperors, while others only want three full meals a day for the whole family.

It is difficult to say which one is nobler and nobler.

Let me tell you something from the bottom of my heart. In fact, what I admire the most is not those dignitaries, nor the rich and powerful, but a person like you who really contributes to those in need. A person who works hard is actually the backbone of this nation.

My child, leaving a name in history was my highest thought before, even leaving a sentence is enough. For example, the great philosopher Francis Bacon in the Middle Ages, he said that "knowledge is power" is known to everyone. .

Just ah, so what?His words would be a joke if there were no you hardworking people at the lowest level.

Knowledge is just knowledge after all, and only those who have mastered it can use it to become power.

So ah, you're doing great.

You are an experienced and excellent doctor yourself, and you have a broader mind than your peers, and you don't have the airs and vanity of those guys who are ambitious, talented, and half wrong.

Those who can settle down and do things in a down-to-earth manner are the people that this society needs. "

Gu Gu is a very talkative person, a knowledgeable person, and a person with rich social experience and life experience.Although strictly speaking, he is only a sociologist, but he has his own unique thinking on literature, philosophy and even economics.

Because, he still has two identities, that is, a scholar and a businessman.

Leng Hanhui must master a certain speed, as long as it exceeds this speed, he will remind Gu Gu not to continue talking.That way, the next day he can focus on planning what he thinks must be done behind him.

Before going to bed, Gu Gu looked at Leng Hanhui with a smile, and recited a poem, which is the most famous poem by Austrian poet Rene Maria Rilke, and "Autumn Day" translated by Chinese poet Bei Baidao: " Lord, it is time.

Summer is in full swing.

Put your shadow on the sundial,

Let the wind blow across the pastures.

Let the last fruit on the branch be full.

Give me another two days of fine weather in the south,

make them mature,

Press the last sweetness into the strong wine.

Whoever does not have a house at this time does not need to build it,

Whoever is alone now will be alone forever,

Just wake up, read a book, write a long letter,

On the boulevard, without stop

Wandering, fallen leaves are flying.

Han Hui, do you know?In fact, I don't like this poem by Rilke, despite how famous this poem is!

He didn't have his own home all his life, his bleak childhood, his miserable and lonely appearance when he joined the army, and his dying alone, shouldn't his death be painful?It is this unlucky guy who exudes an eternal light that can transcend time and space in the writing of poetry.

This is very similar to Liu He, the first patient you took care of.

The old guy is actually a talented literary master.

It's just that people nowadays are too impetuous, just like those who eat junk fast food, they don't know how to appreciate his works, and only like those Internet celebrities who cheat traffic.There are also those fast-food so-called pseudo-literature works that have no profound thoughts at all.

I love autumn because it is the season of harvest, and I hate autumn because it is the symbol of the end, the season of death.

It's just, when you think about it carefully, how similar are Liu He and I?

Haha, fate is such a coincidence.

My hometown is deep in a mountain in the far south, where there are layers of clouds and mist wrapped around the mountainside, except for the coldest few days in winter, it can be seen in other seasons, like a fairyland.

If the day comes when I leave, I will go back there, that is my resting place. "

Leng Hanhui has nothing to say, how similar is the ancient indifferent life and death to Liu and the old man.

He knew little about Rilke, except that he died in an old churchyard in Switzerland.The epitaph was written by himself: Rose, ah pure contradiction...

Perhaps a little tired, Gu Gu fell asleep quickly, and snored softly.

Leng Hanhui frowned tightly.

The old words made him feel very uncomfortable, and also reminded him of his hometown, the small courtyard in the winding mountain, and the small pieces of medicine fields scattered from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, and the medicine field. Two lonely figures busy in the field.

Another week had passed since the old man had dealt with everything he thought he had to deal with.

Leng Hanhui felt as if a big stone had been crushed in his heart.

Gu Gu has already lived more than a day longer than expected, but it can be seen that the dead air between the old man's brows is getting stronger and stronger.

There were large red spots on the fundus, corners of the eyes and under the pupils.

His pulse was almost impalpable, a harbinger of death.

Ancient will leave this world at any time.

Leng Hanhui notified Gu Fengming very forcefully this time: "Mr. Gu, your father has reached the last moment. I hope you and your whole family will come over immediately so that the whole family can stay in front of his hospital bed and give him See you off."

Leng Hanhui didn't hear Gu Fengming's answer, but heard almost crazy crying from the phone: "Damn it! Why am I such a jerk! I'm so busy with work that I actually think there are miracles in this world. My father..."

Then, there was a crackling sound.

Leng Hanhui dared to conclude that it was Gu Fengming smacking his mouth vigorously.

When Gu Gu was dying, he only agreed to his family members to visit him and collect his body. He did not let anyone else come. He wanted to leave with dignity.

At the moment before he died, he was able to stretch out his hand to push away the children, grandchildren and daughter-in-law who were crying around him, and said to Leng Hanhui: "Little friend, you are my year-end friend, remember that you have time, don't forget to see Me. It’s in the mountain I told you about.

Come home, my home is deep in the clouds..."

Gu Gu finished with a smile and left this world.

Leng Hanhui said silently in his heart: "I'm sorry, I can only do so that your old man can leave without pain."