Chapter 497 Going up the mountain to find wood to make a coffin
In the courtyard, Shen Zhiyu and Yuanbao were patting Shen Wenchen on the belly, imitating the way chivalrous people exchanged their internal strength in the drawing books.
"Brother Zhiyu, is that so?"
Yuan Bao's palms were a little red, he scratched his head and asked his own question.
"Yeah..." Shen Zhiyu also hesitated.
He remembered that his father had said before that people who practice martial arts have their own inner strength, and when necessary, pushing the inner strength can save people.
He is also a martial arts practitioner, so why doesn’t he have internal strength?
The two little dolls continued to pat for two quarters of an hour, until their palms turned red, and then they gave up.
Xiaomi looked on with helplessness.
I tried to persuade him, but the two of them didn't listen.
I just pity General Shen's belly.
I still don’t know what the red color looks like.
Shen Wenchen curled up tightly into a ball and buried his face between his arms.
Just when his consciousness was about to dissipate, a faint light suddenly appeared in the void.
That little bit of light fell on the back of his hand.
Sensing the different temperature, Shen Wenchen's heart suddenly beat twice in his chest, and then he fell back into the water again like a fish about to die of thirst, and began to gasp for breath.
The changes in his body made him want to open his eyes, but there was an invisible force that suppressed him, leaving him unable to do anything.
"Daddy——"
"Wake up——"
A familiar voice sounded from the void, stimulating every nerve in him.
This voice is so familiar.
The heartbeat was getting stronger and stronger, and the thumping sound seemed to shake away the blackness around him.
"Daddy——"
The soft childish voice surrounded his ears, and Shen Wenchen frowned, but he still couldn't open his eyes.
Nanzhi in Yancheng felt a twinge of pain in his heart, followed by panic caused by being unable to breathe normally.
Fortunately, it didn't take long, but everything returned to calm within ten breaths.
The uneasiness in her heart became more and more intense. Nanzhi looked at the rice paper under his hand, and a tear suddenly fell between the writings.
The three words "Shen Wenchen" were written densely all over the page. Tears fell on the word "Shen", and with the wet ink, they bloomed into an ink-colored flower.
"Shen Wenchen..."
He murmured involuntarily.
The light in the darkness suddenly became more dazzling, and the murmur passed through the void and finally reached Shen Wenchen's ears.
There was also a strange feeling in his abdomen, a slight pain with some warmth, always urging him to open his eyes quickly.
"The Jade of Nannan..."
Shen Wenchen murmured in a low voice. As the heat gradually surged in his abdomen, he finally returned to consciousness and woke up completely.
Looking at the place where the light shone, Shen Wenchen loosened his hands that tightly hugged him and staggered up.
Like a toddler, trying to move in that direction.
He wants to go back.
Go back to protect the people of Yancheng, go back to protect Zhiyu, protect Nannan, and their child in her belly.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, the beam of light gradually spread until it could wrap his entire body in it. When he turned back, he seemed to see the mother and father.
They were smiling and waving goodbye to themselves.
"Dad, Mom, I'm going back."
Shen's mother had a soft smile on her face and loving eyes, which showed her pride in her son.
"Go back." Father Shen looked at him quietly and said silently.
When Shen Wenchen opened his eyes, he felt tears in the corners of his eyes, followed by warmth from his stomach.
As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw his stupid son and goddaughter rolling up their sleeves and patting their stomachs with their four little hands.
Maybe they were too serious, and there was even a little sweat on the foreheads of the two dolls.
"Zhiyu..."
Shen Wenchen wanted to call him, but the dryness in his throat made his voice hoarse.
"Abba!"
Shen Zhiyu thought it was a hallucination at first, but when he looked into Shen Wenchen's eyes, he burst into tears.
Yuanbao was sobbing beside him, while Xiaomi stood there stupidly, eyes full of disbelief.
Is it possible that General Shen was really woken up by Zhiyu and Yuanbao patting his belly?
Or is it true that patting the belly can transmit internal energy?
Xiaomi was shocked.
Shen Zhiyu cried heartbrokenly. God knows how scared he was when he first saw Shen Wenchen, afraid that he would leave suddenly like A Niang did three years ago.
But there was still something beating in Dad's chest. Although it was weak, it meant that he still had Dad.
There is no brother Xiao He this time, so he can only find a way to save his father.
That's why he reached out and opened Shen Wenchen's mouth without hesitation after Yuan Bao took out the "ginseng slice".
Grandma said that if things are already bad and can’t get any worse, then take a gamble.
It won't get worse after all, but as long as there is a glimmer of hope, there can be a turn for the better.
Wang Jingzhi and the second boss were bringing soup and medicine to Shen Wenchen, but as soon as they arrived outside the house, they heard the heartbreaking crying inside.
The two of them looked at each other in shock.
Could it be that Shen Wenchen is gone?
Otherwise, why would the doll inside cry so miserably?
Wang Jingzhi was used to seeing life and death, but his eyes were still red when facing Shen Wenchen.
Why is such a good person like Brother Shen gone?
The second master also felt the same regret.
They all knew what kind of person General Shen was.
It is a blessing for the people of Yancheng to have such an official who is dedicated to the people.
But this happened...
"What's going on here?"
When Chi Sheng brought Ming Qin over for a visit, he heard the children in the house crying, and the two people outside the house stood shaking their heads.
For a moment, some Zhang Er monks were confused. It couldn't be that Shen Wenchen was gone, right?
Wasn't he fine when I came to see him this morning?
Apart from not waking up, everything is still normal, right?
"Daddy——"
Shen Zhiyu cried so hard that his heart broke.
After experiencing what happened to Nanzhi three years ago, it left some indelible shadows in his heart.
Fortunately, fortunately, nothing happened to Dad.
"It can't be..."
Mingqin looked surprised and looked at the direction of the house, then at Wang Jingzhi and the second boss.
The two people opposite shook their heads, saying that they didn't know either, but in the eyes of Chi Sheng and Ming Qin, it became the news that Shen Wenchen had passed away.
"Brother Shen did it for us. We should always remember it."
Chi Sheng's face was heavy and he spoke word by word.
"Now the trees at the foot of the mountain are withered and rotten. Only some are still left in the deep mountains. Tomorrow I will take the brothers up the mountain to find a good tree and come back to make a coffin for his burial."
Before everyone could say yes, they heard the door behind them creak open.
Shen Wenchen was wearing a robe, and his already weak face now turned into a scapegoat.
"I'm not dead yet, what kind of coffin should I use?"