Rebirth 78, the beginning of the marriage was broken off by the female educated youth

"Why is the old man back?"

Seeing the old man stumbling with unsteady steps, both Shen Yujing and the other children of the Shen family, as well as Shen Qianzhong, were a little surprised.

After learning of Shen Wanshan's death last night, he specifically asked old man Shen Yuhui whether he knew about this matter. He was also worried that the old man was too old and would not be able to withstand such stimulation after knowing that two major events had happened in the Shen family in succession.

Shen Qianzhong was relieved when he learned that the old man had been arranged by his family to go to Chengde to escape the summer heat.

But now, he had just finished offering tea to his former big brother when he saw the old man getting out of the car...

It was obvious that he had learned from some source that his son had died!

Alas, thinking about how Yujing had accepted so many bribes and how Wanshan had been pissed off, Shen Qianzhong felt a little heavy-hearted as he didn't know what the old man would think.

"What should I do? Grandpa will definitely be angry!"

"No, Grandpa is sad. Our father is gone, and such a big thing happened in Yujing. What should we do now?"

"How can we face Grandpa?"

The Shen family members around were all thrown into disarray for a moment. They were all panicked and acting as if they were facing a great enemy.

Even Shen Yuhui broke out in a sweat at the first moment, and the corners of his mouth trembled with fear.

"Keep calm!"

At the critical moment, Shen Qianzhong roared suddenly, suddenly grabbed Shen Yuhui's arm, and reminded: "Yuhui, don't panic!"

Having said this, he stepped forward and ran down the stairs.

"father!"

After all, Shen Qianzhong was adopted by old man Shen Helin as his son many years ago, and the two had a father-son relationship for several years. Although after Shen Wanshan recovered, the other party ignored him.

He is unkind, but Shen Qianzhong cannot be unjust.

Especially since it provided him with a living during that chaotic time, Shen Qianzhong always kept this kindness in mind.

It's only right to call him dad.

"Qianzhong!"

Shen Helin's steps suddenly trembled and he stopped abruptly in front of Shen Qianzhong.

He looked at this "son" whom he had seduced and abandoned, and tears streamed down his face for a moment, wondering if it was retribution.

After this call, his heart was already filled with emotion, and he didn't know how to express it in words. He just shouted, reached out and held the other person's hand, and looked over his shoulder at the Shen family members who ran out in panic.

"Brother is in there! He is here!" Shen Qianzhong sighed, looking at the white-haired old man who was still wrapped in a thin coat in early May. His eyes were gentle, with only gratitude in them, and no resentment. In the end, he decided to bite the bullet and acknowledge the fact that Shen Wanshan had passed away.

He was wearing an old cotton-padded jacket that had been washed to a grey colour, the collar was worn so that the cotton wool was visible, and the cloth shoes on his feet were stained with mud.

This is Shen Wanshan's father, Shen Yuhui's grandfather, and the last "old revolutionary" in the Shen family.

"grandfather!"

Shen Yuhui, Shen Yuchuan, Shen Yuyun and others were scattered around the two people and called out cautiously.

Shen Yuqing and Shen Yugui, who were standing by the car, were also helped up by their elder sister Shen Yumei and others.

"I'm sorry, big sister. I can't bear it. I want to see dad for the last time. I think grandpa also wants to see him for the last time..." Shen Yuqing said crying.

Shen Yumei's eyes, which were already red, turned redder at this moment. She hugged her sister and shook her head, saying, "It's okay, it's okay, you know it now, it's my duty to see dad for the last time, it's my duty..."

As these last words were heard, the scene was once again struck by sadness, and everyone began to sob.

Old man Shen Helin, filled with anger and sadness, looked at this group of children, but ultimately did not vent his anger on them.

He grabbed Shen Qianzhong's hand, unbuttoned his jacket a little, and whispered, "Qianzhong, take me in!"

Shen Qianzhong opened his mouth and took a look at the huge mourning hall.

There, countless relatives and friends were standing outside, looking at this place.

There were still countless relatives and friends of the Shen family rushing over. He nodded slightly and said, "Okay!"

Then he raised his arm and helped the old man walk into the Changcun mourning hall.

One step, two steps, one step, two steps...

Under the gazes of countless people, the old man staggered to the coffin and pounded on it with his dry branch-like hands. The heavy coffin made a dull "bang" sound, which startled the flame of the eternal lamp and caused it to jump out of control.

The old man stretched out his hands into the coffin and stroked his son's collar.

“Ten thousand mountains…Ten thousand mountains…Ten thousand mountains!”

He called out to his son three times, each call more mournful and heroic than the last. When he finally roared out, the rage in his voice was already uncontrollable.

"Wanshan!" He roared like a wounded beast, "You raised a corrupt official son, and you died first! Are you worthy of those comrades buried underground?"

Everyone was shocked, knowing that in the old man's heart, there were still thousands of resentments entangled, just like them.

The old man turned and glared at Shen Yuhui, his bloodshot eyes red, "And you! You are the eldest brother, why didn't you control that beast? "

He grabbed the teacup on the altar and smashed it to the ground. With a crisp "ding-dong" sound, porcelain pieces flew onto the blue brick floor, and tea mixed with blood dripped down the back of his hand - when he pounded the coffin just now, he had used all his strength and his palm had already been cut.

Wang Xiufen suddenly screamed, jumped down from the chair and hugged the old man's legs: "Grandpa! Don't do this, Wanshan has already..."

Before he could finish his words, he was kicked away by the old man, and the sole of his cotton shoe left a mud mark on his shoulder, "Get out! Such a bastard has come out of our Shen family!"

He roared angrily, slapped his face with his palms, and looked around.

"Where can I put my old face? Tell me, who can tell me? Is our Shen family really like this?"

The old man pointed outside the mourning hall, his fingers shaking like dead leaves in the wind, "Sixty million! He embezzled sixty million! Your father was an honest man his whole life, but in the end he let this beast disgrace him!"

The mourning hall was dead silent, with only the sound of the old man's heavy breathing hitting the wall.

He suddenly pulled out a leather belt from his waist and threw it on the ground with a "snap". It was the horse whip he used to beat the Japanese invaders, and there were still bullet holes on the leather.

\"Can anyone tell me if Yujing is an isolated case? Ah? Speak up!\"

He raised the whip, and the tip of the whip brushed past Shen Yuhui's ear, leaving a white mark on the wall.

Shen Yuhui did not hide, but stared at his father's portrait. The tears in his eyes finally fell, leaving a dark circle on the collar of his Zhongshan suit.

Shen Helin's gaze was as sharp as a knife, fixed on the faces of the men in the room.

"Today, I will teach these rebellious sons a lesson on behalf of Wanshan and the ancestors of the Shen family!"

The men of the Shen family stood there, fear in their eyes.

The whips hit them, tearing their flesh, flowers, and hatred.

Whip whipping in the mourning hall!

This incident is likely to set off a new round of public opinion storm in Yanjing overnight, and the reputation of the Shen family will once again be the subject of much gossip...