naaapseattle Chapter 478 Under this heavy snow, the cemetery is sad and pale (please book all!!)
Chapter 478 Under this heavy snow, the cemetery is sad and pale (please book all!!)
Feng Ao's hometown is in a small town called Huaxi.
Of course his mother's tomb was also built there.
If you drive from Beihai, the whole journey takes four hours.
However, Feng Yuanshan has a private jet of his own.
It took only one hour to take off from the small airport in Beihai.
Before ten o'clock, a few people arrived at a county-level city above Huaxi.
Change cars after getting off the plane.
A local cooperative enterprise provided Feng Yuanshan with an extended Lincoln.
When the car was delivered, he even said a lot of compliments.
He also praised Feng Yuanshan's good health.
Again, he praised him with a flushed face, and at a glance, he knew that a happy event had happened recently.
Jiang Zhou thought to himself, have your eyes grown on the back of your head?
This old man's tumor is almost bigger than your head.
His face was so pale, his eye sockets were sunken.
Is Nima in good health?
You're talking about the tumor's body, okay?
And this time he came to go to the grave.
Or to the grave of an old lover who dare not face.
When you open your mouth, something good is coming.
Your company's name is Nima Advanced Irony, right?
Even if you don't know these things, can Du Niang not know?
The fact that Feng Yuanshan was going to die was widely rumored in Beihai.
This old man, who doesn't get angry even if you check it a little, is shaking all over.
really.
The old man Feng couldn't open his angry mouth, his face was black like a sauced eggplant.
In the end, Secretary Jiao sent them away, so that they stopped those "blessings".
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leave the airport.
On the way to Qiushui Cemetery.
Feng Yuanshan always held the Bible in his hand, his eyes seemed to be glued to it.
That chapter was about repentance and redemption.
A typical figure is Judas who betrayed Jesus.
"The LORD redeemed the lives of his servants, and whoever trusts in him will not be condemned."
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"Jesus Christ willingly died on the cross in order to atone for the sins of the world, and washed away the sins of the world with His precious blood."
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"People have to pray to Jesus in order to atone for their sins and be saved."
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Well written.
It's as if you don't need to be ashamed if you believe in Jesus.
It seems that no matter what you do wrong, you can be forgiven.
Feng Yuanshan's eyes glowed with turbid light, trying to brainwash himself with these words.
Until the opposite hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed his book.
Then with a hula, he threw the book out the window along the car window.
"I advise you not to watch it, this thing is useless, and the person you're sorry is not Jesus."
Anger rose in Feng Yuanshan's eyes: "I just want to calm my heart!"
Jiang Zhou stared into his eyes: "The way to have peace of mind is to do nothing wrong, not to do it knowingly and then repent to God."
"You said it lightly!"
"What I said is really not as light as in the Bible. If I say Nima forgive me, I will forgive me. I'm going to laugh."
Feng Yuanshan was so breathless: "Then why do so many people believe in Jesus?!"
Jiang Zhou looked at a snow field outside the window: "How do I know, I don't abandon my wife and children."
"Cough! Cough...cough!"
Feng Yuanshan suddenly began to cough violently.
Like something got stuck in the airway.
I can't even cough, and the breath is not enough.
This scene scared Secretary Jiao's face pale, and immediately told the driver to turn around and go to the hospital.
Just haven't waited for the driver to respond.
Feng Yuanshan quickly waved his hand to stop the order.
He is going to die.
In any case, the grave of the deceased must be visited.
If you give up now, don't go.
He was afraid that he would not be able to close his eyes until the moment of death.
"Mr. Jiang, the old man's mood is unstable, don't say a word."
Jiang Zhou was silent for a while: "I'll just pretend I didn't bring my mouth here this time."
Secretary Jiao breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the sound: "Master, take a sip of water and take it slow. I'll ask the driver to drive slower."
"No, let me hurry up..."
"what?"
Jiang Zhou sighed: "He thinks this process is too torturous, and he thinks that he will get there quickly. Don't you want to kill him if you drive so slowly?"
Secretary Jiao was shocked: "Hurry up, go away, don't mind the red light!"
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It was already one o'clock in the afternoon when we arrived at Qiushui Cemetery.
This should have been the warmest time of the day.
But don't know why.
From the moment they stopped the car.
The snowflakes in the sky suddenly began to grow.
Fluttering snow covered the entire road.
The cemetery built on the mountainside turned into a vast white in an instant.
It's quiet and desolate here.
Not a single person could be seen within a ten-mile radius.
But here again it feels like the place is crowded.
Because under every step of the distance, there is a person who was once alive.
At that time, Jiang Zhou took Feng Siruo and Feng Yiyi's little hands and stood on the side of the road.
Secretary Jiao took out the wheelchair from the trunk and got Feng Yuanshan out of the car with the help of the driver.
During this process, the coughing sound continued.
It wasn't until Feng Yuanshan got into a wheelchair that he got a little relief.
"¨.So this is where you lived for more than 30 years..."
"I seem to be too late."
Feng Yuanshan murmured, a line of tears appeared in his cloudy eyes.
He owns this very large business empire.
The wealth in hand is innumerable.
In his capacity, there is simply no place in this world that he cannot go.
But this place, he never dared to set foot in the right place for half his life.
"Master, shall we go up?"
"Go up."
Feng Yuanshan looked back at Jiang Zhou: "Please accompany me."
Jiang Zhou nodded: "you go ahead, the snow is too heavy, I'm afraid there will be holes on the road."
"Ha ha……"
between speeches.
Five people in a wheelchair walked slowly along the steep asphalt road.
They went deep and shallow in the snow.
The white snow leaves soon fell over the shoulders.
I don't know if it is because I feel the solemnity and solemnity of this place.
The hands of the two little girls began to be used, clenching Jiang Zhou's fingers tightly.
The two of them didn't know anything.
I haven't heard Jiang Zhou tell the story about his grandfather.
They just have a vague feeling.
I feel that this matter seems very serious and important to my grandfather.
Ten minutes later, they came to the 83rd robbery in the 37th row.
There is a square marble tombstone inlaid on the ground.
It is engraved with the tomb of Jiao Peipei, who was born in the Guiyou year of Huaxi.
Her husband Feng Yuanshan gave birth to a son Feng Ao.
"Sir."
"So she thought you were dead a long time ago."
Jiang Zhou looked at the two words on the monument, and then looked at Feng Yuanshan in the wheelchair.
The old man was shaking, but he didn't seem to be freezing.