Siheyuan Great Craftsmen

Shen Yulin was also recalling every little detail of her past with her husband. Unconsciously, she slowly closed her eyes, a smile appeared at the corners of her mouth, but her hands suddenly drooped.

Perhaps he had a premonition of something, Zhou Tian, who had originally closed his eyes, suddenly opened them and looked at Shen Yulin. When he saw that her hands were hanging down, he slowly stood up, with no sadness or joy on his face. He quietly walked to Shen Yulin and slowly knelt down.

"Wife, are you tired? I'll carry you back to rest!"

As he spoke, he slowly bent down, picked up Shen Yulin's temperatureless body, walked into the room, put her on the bed, and gently stroked her face.

"Wife, I know you are tired. Go to sleep first. I will go down to accompany you after I have settled everything!"

After saying that, he stood up, but suddenly he stumbled and almost fell to the ground. After steadying himself, he returned to the yard and saw Wu Yue'e and Qin Huairu both looking at him with smiles, with reluctance and deep love flashing in their eyes.

"Honey, did my elder sister leave first? I seem to feel that my elder sister has left!"

"Hubby, you'll be all alone from now on. You must live well. Sister Yue'e and I won't be with you anymore. I hope we can still be husband and wife in our next life! Remember not to let the children come back to save them from trouble!"

After saying this, the two women stretched out their hands at the same time, but when they saw their husbands coming over, their eyes suddenly closed, as if at this moment, they both fell asleep, with peaceful expressions on their faces.

"Wuwuwu! Yue'e, Huairu, wake up, wake up! Don't sleep anymore, what will I do if you fall asleep?"

Watching the three women leave one after another, he finally couldn't hold it in any longer and finally burst into tears.

After crying for a long time, he seemed to be tired. He stood up tremblingly, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and then carried them to the bed one by one. Looking at the three sisters lying there, he seemed to see their appearance when they were young again.

"Hubby, I'm leaving. Don't be sad. We will wait for you in the next life!"

In a trance, he saw three women holding hands in the hazy mist, all looking at him with smiles on their faces, their eyes still so affectionate.

"No, no, Huairu, Yulin, Yue'e, don't leave. Wait for me, I'll come find you!"

As Zhou Tian spoke, he slowly lay down in the middle of the three women and slowly closed his eyes. Suddenly, he seemed to see a meteor passing by, and a colorful light suddenly shot up into the sky, and his entire consciousness fell into darkness.

"No, Mr. Zhou!"

When the guards hurried into the main room from the front yard, they saw four people lying on the bed, holding hands, lying there quietly, with peaceful expressions on their faces.

"Notify Chief Zhou immediately!"

"Yes!"

The guards quickly made a phone call. When the Zhou brothers and sisters received the news of their parents' death and rushed over, the whole yard was filled with sad cries, especially Zhou Zhiqiu, who became the eldest son of the Zhou family. He stood blankly in front of his parents' bed, with a head of gray hair and an unspeakable sadness emanating from his whole body.

"Mom and Dad, why did you leave like this? Why didn't you even give us a chance to see each other one last time? Wuuuuu!"

The silent sobbing made him seem to have aged ten years.

At the same time, after receiving the news that Zhou Tian and his wife had both passed away on the same day, the whole of China fell into unprecedented mourning, especially the old people who had worked with Zhou Tian. After hearing the news, they all got up and flew to the city of Beijing as soon as possible.

Even several foreign countries sent telegrams to express their condolences.

base city

An old man was eating and watching TV with his children when suddenly a piece of news appeared on the TV screen.

"This station has just received news that Comrade Zhou Tian, a national treasure-level scientist, passed away at 2025:18 in the afternoon of . Comrade Zhou Tian's death represents the loss of a national treasure-level talent in our country.

Comrade Zhou Tian, born in 1935, joined the organization in 1951 and is a staunch member of the organization..."

When the old man heard the content of the news, his eyes suddenly froze, the chopsticks in his hand had fallen to the ground at some point, and a stream of hot tears fell from his cloudy eyes.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you? Why don't you eat?"

The grandson's childish voice rang in the old man's ears. The old man wiped his tears and looked at his grandson, but the tears still flowed uncontrollably.

"Children, Grandpa can't eat anymore, you guys eat it!"

After saying that, he tremblingly walked to the window and looked at the tall buildings outside. He still remembered the first time he met the commander-in-chief, the way the commander-in-chief was commanding and arresting spies.

He remembered asking the commander-in-chief.

"Commander-in-chief, when will our country stop being bullied by foreign countries?"

He remembered the commander-in-chief looking out the window at the national flag and saying in a firm tone he had never heard before: "Twenty years!"

At first he didn't believe it, but after he had endured these twenty years, he found that our country is really thriving and we are no longer afraid of foreign blockades.

"Commander-in-Chief, have a safe journey!"

Muttering, he seemed to see the appearance of the commander-in-chief at that time again. He slowly raised his slightly trembling left hand, and saluted the last military salute of his life to the hazy shadow.

At this time, countless soldiers like the old man in the entire base city were saluting into the distance. They looked into the distance with their eyes full of nostalgia.

Life is like a shuttle, and time will never stop because of a person's death. No matter how great a person is, he will disappear from everyone's sight as time goes by.

In 2055, when China had entered space, many people began to migrate to space.

A white-haired old man walks with a child in the courtyard that has been preserved intact to this day.

"Grandpa, why are we here? I haven't finished my homework for today!"

The little boy looked at his grandfather in confusion, his big watery eyes carrying unspeakable innocence and purity.

"Xiao Tao, Grandpa brought you here because this is my former home and your roots!"

The old man listened to his grandson's words, reached out his hand and stroked his head a few times, smiling gently.

"Home, roots, grandpa, isn't our home on the peninsula? Why is it here? There are no parents here!"

As the little boy spoke, a look of confusion flashed across his face.

"Yes, home is where your parents are, but you only have one root. Xiao Tao, grandpa's parents are gone, so this is grandpa's home!"

As the old man spoke, his eyes looked at the familiar building, and he spoke slowly. He seemed to still hear the voices of his parents calling him.

"Zhibei, go home for dinner!"

"Hey!"

He couldn't help but respond, but when he looked around, all he saw was the corridor that still looked old.

"Mom and Dad, Zhibei misses you!"

(Complete the book!)