Chapter 924 Mr. Gu Passes Away 4
Master Gu, with a respirator, relied solely on the breathing machine to sustain his breath, as if not for the machine still operating, and if not for the faint rises and falls of his chest, He Zhilan would almost think that the person lying on the hospital bed was a lifeless old man.
"Grandpa~" He Zhilan stood by the bed, reached out her hand, and gently held Master Gu’s aged hand, her heart filled with sorrow, "You promised me that you would live a long and healthy life—how come, after not seeing you for just a short while, you are like this?"
Perhaps there really is a phenomenon of resonance in this world, as Master Gu, who had not reacted at all, slowly opened his eyes at the gentle call of "Grandpa" from He Zhilan.
The seriously ill Master Gu opened his eyes, and after clearly seeing the person standing before him, his hand moved slightly, and he spoke, his voice hoarse and heavy, "It’s you, He Teng’s wife." It was evident that even saying a single sentence was very strenuous for Master Gu now.
"Grandpa, you promised me, to live a long, healthy life. You are my elder, how can you lie?" He Zhilan had not expected the old man to suddenly wake up, and even though she wanted to leave, her feet seemed rooted to the ground, unable to take a step.
Listening to He Zhilan’s child-like words, the old man gently shook his head, already lacking the strength to speak further.
"Grandpa, won’t you please get better? Please don’t go. If I told you I am Gu Zhilan, could you get better for me? Could you please recover for my sake?" As she spoke, tears from He Zhilan’s eyes fell one by one, striking the old man’s hand, and as she saw his eyes gradually closing again, He Zhilan softly called out, "Grandpa, I am Zhilan, your own granddaughter Zhilan~"
At these words, the old man, who was nearly closing his eyes to sleep again, opened his eyes once more; shock filled his eyes, he raised his hand, trembling continuously, and from his throat came cries of, "Miss? Miss Zhilan?"
"Grandpa, I’m your Zhilan, Miss Zhilan! When I was six, I wandered off alone out of playfulness and was taken away by human traffickers. For over a decade, I’ve always remembered you, remembered the songs you sang to me as a child." With tears in her eyes, He Zhilan held the old man’s hand tightly and softly, choked with emotion, began to sing the song she remembered most clearly.