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Chapter 451 There is only one Lin Chaoyang(3/3)

It's a pity that it's not easy to call dad now!

Lin Chaoyang picked up his precious daughter, with a distressed look on his face, "How old is your sister? Can you pull her arm like this? Your arm can easily dislocate!"

The father who attacked with magic, the mother who attacked with physical attacks, Xiaodongdong was almost broken.

I just want to get my sister up and play for a while. What bad thoughts can I have?

After being beaten for a long time, Tao Yumo finally couldn't stand it anymore and took the child away from his sister, comforting him: "Okay, okay, don't cry!"

Xiao Dongdong lay in Tao Yushu's arms and cried heartbreakingly, feeling extremely wronged.

"Are you two such parents? Why is this child the same as the one you picked up?" Tao Yumo complained.

"What if Yan Yan is dislocated?" Tao Yushu asked with a serious face.

Tao Yumo stopped talking and stroked Xiao Dongdong's back distressedly.

"You, please be more peaceful in this house from now on."

With her comfort, Xiao Dongdong stopped crying now and lay on his shoulder, humming and begging for comfort.

When Lin Chaoyang and his wife went to cook, Tao Yumo said to him again: "Don't be naughty anymore. Let me tell you, your parents are killing chickens to scare monkeys, and you will be Yan Yan's role model from now on, do you understand?"

Xiao Dongdong nodded confusedly. He couldn't understand Tao Yumo's words. He only knew that his aunt was good to him.

At night, when the children were all asleep and Tao Yushu had just gone to bed after washing, Lin Chaoyang suddenly said to her: "Uncle Zhu may not be well."

Tao Yushu suddenly became worried after hearing this, "Did the doctor say that?"

Lin Chaoyang talked about today's situation. Tao Yushu was worried and planned to go back to Yanda tomorrow to have a look.

A night of silence.

Early the next morning, there was a knock on the door of the courtyard. Tao Yumo went to open the door. It was Tao Yucheng who came with a piece of news.

Zhu Guangqian passed away in the early morning!

Ignoring their sadness, Lin Chaoyang and his family drove to Yannan Garden. The two-story building was dotted with white, which was particularly dazzling among the vitality of the sprouting vegetation.

The Zhu and Tao families were on good terms, and the Tao family arrived early in the morning, as well as many leaders and old professors from Yanda.

A portrait of the deceased has been hung on the wall of the Zhu family. The old man in the portrait is thin, deep and handsome.

There are lilacs and yellow and white wild flowers planted in front of the statue. It is simple and elegant, with a fairylike and fragrant appearance, just like the person it is.

According to family members, the doctor didn't find anything wrong when he came yesterday. As a result, he couldn't go to the toilet at night. He felt dizzy and then vomited.

He was first sent to the school hospital and then transferred to Youyi Hospital. After arriving at Youyi Hospital, he was diagnosed with cerebral hemorrhage, but it was too late and rescue efforts were ineffective.

The old man's body is now in the morgue of the hospital. This morning, the National Z Association received news that a farewell ceremony for the old man's body will be held at Babaoshan Cemetery.

After staying at Zhu's house for half a morning, Lin Chaoyang took his family out.

He stopped at the entrance of the courtyard, where the pair of stone tablets had stood there for decades, and the withered grass in front of the small building shone with traces of green.

In this spring, all life goes to its respective destination.

Back home, Lin Chaoyang carefully placed on the bookshelf a set of "Aesthetics" he brought back from Zhu's house. It was given to him by Xi Jinwu as a souvenir.

Lin Chaoyang put the copybook that Zhu Guangqian wrote about him yesterday in his book again, and he couldn't help but recall the dead grass he saw outside Yannan Garden that was pregnant with vitality.

"The wildfire never burns out, but the spring breeze blows and rekindles it - written for Zhu Guangqian, a little friend of Chaoyang"

Alas~

The infinite sadness turned into a heavy sigh.

It's a pity that I can't beat you in another game of chess!
Chapter completed!
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