The world of film and television started from optical film

Chapter 112

After coming back from the hospital, Zhou Rong was in a bad mood.

The driver was Cai Xiaoguang's assistant, and the nanny car was in the back seat. Cai Xiaoguang couldn't help but feel a little worried when he looked at Zhou Rong who was worried.

"What's wrong? Feeling uncomfortable?" Cai Xiaoguang was always the gentlest in front of Zhou Rong, and perhaps he was so gentle only in front of Zhou Rong.

"Life is impermanent and unpredictable. Zheng Juan is one year younger than me, so why..." Zhou Rong felt quite heavy and expressed her feelings.

Cai Xiaoguang reached out and held Zhou Rong's wrinkled hand in the palm of his hand.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature."

"I just think it's a pity." Zhou Rong's eyes were indeed full of regret. Zhou Rong was very satisfied with Zheng Juan's sister-in-law, and the relationship between the two was not bad, and it didn't get worse because of Wang Zhong.

"Hey!" Cai Xiaoguang also sighed: "We are all at this age, Zheng Juan just took a step ahead of us, maybe one day it will be our turn."

Wang Zhong is 67 this year, Zheng Juan is also 69, Zhou Rong is 71, and Cai Xiaoguang is 69. People in their [-]s are rare in ancient times. Although the average age is higher than before, [-] years old is not considered an early death.

"Okay, don't think about it too much, let's go back and take a quick rest to recharge our spirits, and then go to Bingkun's house tomorrow to see Zheng Juan off for the last time." Cai Xiaoguang said.

Zhou Rong nodded, "You are right."

It is true, like Zhou Bingyi, who was promoted to the Provincial Party Committee after completing the transformation and reconstruction of the optical film. At the age of 56, he had no choice but to retire from illness, lay on the hospital bed for nearly four years, and then passed away at the age of [-].

Zheng Juan is 69 this year, nine years older than Zhou Bingyi.

Early the next morning, Zhou Rong and Cai Xiaoguang were sent to Wang Zhong's house by their assistants early in the morning.

Looking at the plain courtyard, Zhou Rong felt quite heavy. When she walked into the gate, the people coming and going in the courtyard had already hung white sails on the doors and windows.

"Auntie! Uncle, you are here!" Zhou Cong, dressed in filial piety, saw Zhou Rong and his wife coming in, and immediately came out to welcome them.

Seeing that Zhou Cong's eyes were flushed and his face was full of grief, Zhou Rong could only persuade him, "Zhou Cong, people cannot be resurrected after death, so you should also pay attention to your body and let your grief pass."

"Auntie, my dad..." Zhou Cong couldn't hide the grief on his face, and even choked up when he spoke: "He... also left last night!"

"Mom! Dad!" Feng Yue, who was also dressed in sackcloth and filial piety, with red and swollen eyes from crying, also greeted him with a sad face.

"What did you say?" But now Zhou Rong didn't have the energy to respond to Feng Yue's greeting. Her eyes widened and she looked at Zhou Cong in shock. question.

"Mom! Don't be excited, don't be excited!" Feng Yue hurriedly pulled Zhou Rong, Cai Xiaoguang also woke up from the shock, and hurriedly pulled Zhou Rong.

Zhou Rong seemed to have found a life-saving straw, and excitedly grabbed Feng Yue's arms and asked, "Yueyue, what did your cousin just say?"

"Xiao Rong, don't get excited, don't get excited, it hurts Yueyue." Seeing the pain on Feng Yue's face, Zhou Rong quickly let go of her hand, and said with concern: "Yueyue, how are you? Did mom scratch you?"

"I'm fine, mom!" But the tears couldn't stop falling from the eyes that were already red and swollen from crying.

"What's going on?" Zhou Rong asked excitedly.

"Little uncle..." Mentioning this matter, Feng Yue became more and more sad, and broke down in tears.

Seeing this, Zhou Cong held back his grief and said, "Auntie, uncle, my dad also left last night."

"Zhou Cong, you can't be joking!" Cai Xiaoguang looked serious and couldn't believe his ears: "Your dad was fine when we left the hospital yesterday, how could it be... how could it be... ..."

Even Cai Xiaoguang couldn't accept this fact for a while.

"Auntie, uncle, let's sit in the room, and I will tell you slowly." Zhou Rong and his wife are both over seventy years old, Zhou Cong was afraid that something would happen to them, so he quickly invited them into the room.

On the sofa, Zhou Rong couldn't wait to ask excitedly: "What's going on?"

Zhou Cong said: "After we came back yesterday, Dad ate, took a shower, changed clothes, and drove us all out, not allowing us to disturb him, saying that he was alone with my mother.

Later in the evening, the few of us were really worried, so we knocked on the door, but we didn’t hear a response after knocking for a long time, so we opened the door and went in, unexpectedly..."

"Your father is gone?" Cai Xiaoguang asked in disbelief.

Zhou Cong nodded and said, "At that time, my father was sitting on the chair beside the bed, holding my mother's hand in his hand, with a smile on his face, but he was already out of breath." I can't help but count my nose more and more, and the tears can't stop falling from the bottom of my eyes.

"Little uncle's body is cold, he should have been walking for at least two hours." Feng Yue sobbed.

"Yesterday, when we were washing my mother's body, we wanted to take her hand out of my father's hand, but found that we couldn't get it out at all," Zhou Cong said.

"I think my dad should be happy when he left. Even under the Nine Springs, he can have a company with me,"

"Just leave like that?" Zhou Rong's eyes were already frozen, her expression was also stiff, and she muttered to herself: "Why did you just leave like this!"

"Do you know the reason?" Cai Xiaoguang couldn't help feeling sad. To him, Wang Zhong was not only his brother-in-law, but also a noble person, and even a confidant.

These years, if Wang Zhong was not there, Cai Xiaoguang knew that if he wanted to achieve what he is today, it would be tantamount to ascending to the sky only by relying on his own efforts.

Money for money, copyright for copyright, Wang Zhong spared no effort to support Cai Xiaoguang's big screen dream.

"Dad's health has always been very good. Every year, I go to the hospital with my mother for physical examination. Not to mention serious problems, I have never encountered such things as cold and cough. The doctors said that my father's body is not like that at all. an old man."

"Then why did he just leave?" Cai Xiaoguang was puzzled.

Zhou Cong said: "My dad seems to know that he will leave, and he left us a suicide note."

"Suicide note?" Cai Xiaoguang was stunned in grief.

Zhou Cong said: "It should have been written after we were kicked out. I'll get it."

After saying that, Zhou Cong got up to get it, and after a while, he came back with a piece of letter paper.

Zhou Rong, who had been in a daze, immediately snatched the suicide note handed over by Zhou Cong, hurriedly put on her reading glasses, and read it.

It was indeed Wang Zhong's handwriting.

children:
By the time you read this letter, I should be dead.

Please forgive my selfishness. I made such a decision without discussing it with you. You have all grown up, have your own family, have your own children, and have the ability and courage to take responsibility. I am very grateful. Relieved, I believe your mother must be very relieved too.

My children, I know you will be very sad, but what I want to tell you is that people are mortal, but sooner or later, this is my own choice.

One more thing, please forgive your father's last capriciousness. I made an agreement with your mother when she was alive. After we die, there is no need to stop the coffin, and there is no need to offer condolences. Take it to the house in Xiaoheishan Village and bury it in the garden.

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After reading the suicide note written by Wang Zhong, Zheng Juan felt an unprecedented shock. The love she once regarded as faith, for which she even broke with her parents and abandoned all love, has long since become a joke.

Fortunately, there is another Cai Xiaoguang. Cai Xiaoguang's perseverance and love for each other moved Zhou Rong again, successfully captured Zhou Rong's heart, and made Zhou Rong renew her desire and confidence in her already desperate love.

But when Zhou Rong saw Wang Zhong's suicide note, and heard Zhou Cong and Feng Yue say that Wang Zhong died with a smile, but still holding on to Zheng Juan's hand, Zhou Rong's mind had already imagined that Wang Zhong died with a smile. screen.

The love that I have been thinking about, and has always regarded as faith, isn't it exactly like this!

Hold the hand of the son, grow old together with the son, care for each other, know each other, sleep together in life, and die in the same acupuncture point.

The love I once dreamed of!

Sadness, regret, and pity, at this moment, were all left behind, Zhou Rong only had shock in her mind, and it was a shock that shocked her body and mind and could not be added.

Cai Xiaoguang was still puzzled: "How is it possible? He was not sick or in pain, why did he suddenly disappear? Could it be..."

Some possibilities emerged in Cai Xiaoguang's mind, but Wang Zhong didn't look like the kind of person who committed suicide.

"No!" Zhou Cong shook his head.

"I checked my little uncle, it's not poisoning!" Feng Yue was also very puzzled: "My little uncle didn't have any trauma on his body, and he didn't feel any pain when he left."

"What's going on?" Cai Xiaoguang said, "It's not poisoning, could it be sleeping pills?"

Both Zhou Cong and Feng Yue shook their heads.

"do not know!"

"Do you want to check and check?"

"No need." Zhou Cong said resolutely: "This is my father's own choice. We have discussed it. We will send the remains of parents to the funeral parlor for cremation later, and send them to Xiaoheishan Village in the afternoon."

"Already sent to the funeral parlor?" Cai Xiaoguang became anxious immediately.

Zhou Cong said: "Not yet, Xiaofeng has already gone to pick up Uncle Guangming and Little Aunt, no matter what, I have to let you, my aunt and my little uncle see my parents for the last time."

"Where are your parents?" Zhou Rong suddenly stood up and asked impatiently, "Where are they now?"

Zhou Cong said, "It's still upstairs in the bedroom."

As soon as Zhou Cong finished speaking, Zhou Rong hurried upstairs, if she hadn't been 70 years old now and her body was not as good as before, she probably could have run up.

"Xiao Rong!" Cai Xiaoguang immediately stood up and wanted to chase after her.

Zhou Cong and Feng Yue quickly supported her and followed her.

Upstairs, Zhou Rong stood in front of the bed, looking at the two people lying side by side on the bed with their hands clasped, their eyes flickering, they froze in place, Feng Yue stood beside her and supported her.

Cai Xiaoguang walked to the bedside, looked back and forth between Wang Zhong and Zheng Juan, his eyes were complicated, and he let out a helpless and emotional sigh.

"Brother! You... hey!"

Cai Xiaoguang's mood was extremely complicated.

As for Zhou Rong, at some point, two lines of tears had already flowed down her eyes, silently.

Not long after, Guangming and Zhang Qiaoer were also taken over. Guangming looked in his early fifties, his hair was still all black, and he didn't look old at all, but Zhang Qiaoer's long black hair was already mixed with half of silver, and his face looked ugly. Older than the light.

In 08, Wang Zhong heard that a case similar to Guangming’s had been successfully cured abroad, so he discussed with Zheng Juan about taking Guangming abroad for treatment, but unfortunately Guangming himself was unwilling to go. In his words, life is over. After more than half, the uncle has gotten used to the dark days, and is used to feeling the beauty of the world with his heart, so there is no need to toss about it anymore.

The most important thing is that Guangming's blindness is mainly a problem of the visual neural network. If surgery is performed, the risk is extremely high.

After weighing again and again, Wang Zhong and Zheng Juan finally gave up their idea.

Zhang Qiaoer couldn't hold back, she lost control of her emotions when she saw the bodies of Wang Zhong and Zheng Juan, and burst into tears.

Guangming was silent, did not speak, and asked Zhou Cong some questions. Zhou Cong told Guangming what he had said to Cai Xiaoguang and Zhou Rong earlier.

After Guangming heard this, he was silent for a while, and said, "What do you brothers and sisters think?"

"After we discussed it, we followed my father's will and cremated them and sent them to the house in Xiaoheishan Village."

"Okay! You guys can discuss it."

Light has no opinion.

According to Wang Zhong's will, he and Zheng Juan's funeral affairs are not settled, only Hao Yan, Zhou Yu's family, and Guangming's family, the other friends did not notify, Zhou Ling was sobbing, and fainted several times , Feng Yue also had red and swollen eyes from crying, and most of the funerals were presided over by the three brothers Zhou Cong and the son-in-law Guo Yuanchao.

In the afternoon, everyone quietly sent the ashes of the two back to Xiaoheishan Village, without beating gongs and drums, let alone setting off firecrackers and fireworks.

Originally, Zhou Cong and the others told Xiaoheishan Village to be far away, and told Zhou Rong and Feng Huacheng not to follow. After all, they were old and their legs and feet were not good.

But Zhou Rong insisted on insisting, and no one could hold him back. If Zhou Rong was going, Cai Xiaoguang would naturally not be left behind.

Guangming and Zhang Qiaoer also wanted to send their sister and brother-in-law off for the last time.

In Xiaoheishan Village, a simple but exquisite courtyard house, surrounded by a garden carefully designed by Wang Zhong for Zheng Juan, full of flowers and trees, at the end of summer and early autumn, when chrysanthemums and osmanthus are in full bloom.

According to Wang Zhong's will, Zhou Cong and the others did not set up a tombstone, but surrounded the flower bed where Wang Zhong and Zheng Juan's ashes were buried.

Seeing Wang Zhong and Zheng Juan returning to the ground and burying them in the ground, Zhou Rong finally couldn't hold back anymore, her legs went limp and she sat down on the ground, no longer caring about her image, and burst into tears.

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(End of this chapter)