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    It was my words that my father was waiting for, so the excitement was beyond words.  "Although I've told you a lot, you're definitely not good at checking the twelve paragraphs."

    "That's right!" I echoed, and then continued, "After all, I have too little experience in this area. If I really want to buy it, I can't grasp 'good or bad'. But, Dad, you still have to buy it."  He hasn't fully recovered, or he can check it out by himself."

    "Actually, it's safest to make these twelve-section coffins by yourself. However, it's more troublesome to buy such a huge log. I think it's better to forget it. If you buy it, you must be accompanied by a knowledgeable person, otherwise it will be very easy.  will be deceived (in terms of price and quality)," murmured the father while thinking.

    "Knowledgeable?" I repeated, and at the same time, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in my mind, "Dad, what do you think of the second uncle? He often helps people carry coffins, so he should know how to do it." I knew that this candidate must be close enough  Only those who can be trusted will do.

    Father did not answer directly.  "So-and-so (a surrogate for the name of the person in Murakami), do you remember? He is a carpenter. As far as I know, he has helped others build coffins."

    I know that this person should be the candidate in my father's mind.  It seemed that my father had already planned for the coffin.  "Of course I remember! Since he is a carpenter, he is naturally more knowledgeable than the second uncle. However, just because of the relationship with the village, I wonder if he will really help?" I said worriedly.

    Father laughed.  "No, it's not just the relationship in the same village. You don't know, he and I are classmates. Although we have different generations, we have a very good relationship since we were young. It can be said that we are so good that we wear the same pair of pants."

    The pure friendship of classmates is indeed credible.  "Oh, since there is such a relationship, I think he will not refuse. But, I wonder if he is free recently?"

    "You go over to his house now. I am sure, as far as our relationship is concerned, he will come if he is not available. If he is at home, then you ask him to come here now. I have something to say to him  .¡±

    Seeing that my father's attitude was quite firm, I had no choice but to answer, then turned around and left.  Of course, I was also worried because I was afraid that my father would talk too much at once, and my body would not be able to bear it.  I left for the time being, presumably my father would lie down and rest for a while.

    In order for my father to rest for a while, I am still praying that I will not find my father's classmates so smoothly.  But, contrary to expectations, he happened to be at home.  I only briefly explained the purpose of coming, and he went straight to my house very actively.  What was even more counterproductive was that on the main road, I saw a circle of people around my father's bed from a long distance away.

    When I entered the house, I realized that all these people from the village came to visit my father.  At this time, my father was still the same as when I left, sitting with his back leaning against the wall.  My father was speaking impassionedly like a great orator.  All the people who came to visit became the loyal audience of the great orator, my father.

    "So-and-so (people from my family, although they are over eighty years old, but they are just my generation), third grandpa (called by my generation, the elders here like to be called by the younger generation, of course, by my generation  , which also fits the old man in front of me), the one who also suffered from esophageal cancer, do you remember?" asked the father.

    The old man who was over eighty hurriedly replied respectfully (although he is old, but he is a junior after all): "Why don't you remember? The third grandpa died of esophageal cancer."

    "Well, at that time, if the third grandpa hadn't supported our family, then I wouldn't be where I am now. It's not that I didn't want to treat him, it's just that the technology wasn't as advanced as it is now, and esophageal cancer couldn't be cured at all.  Yes." The father lamented.

    "Yes, we all know! Dad, why don't you lie down and rest for a while?" Full of worries, I hurriedly said words of comfort.

    "I'm not tired!" My father replied to me, and continued, "People say that before death, there will be a flashback. Many people may not believe it, but I believe it. Before the third grandfather passed away, there was a flashback  .So-and-so (the name of an old man who is over 80 years old), you were there at the time, so you should have an impression?"

    "I have an impression. I can still clearly remember that the third grandfather was in a particularly good spirit at that time!" The old man who was over 80 years old replied while recalling.

    "It's more than just being in good spirits!" My father quickly added after hearing the words, "I don't know if you have noticed? At that time, the eyes of the third grandpa were very energetic, and they seemed to be full of light. The light that spewed out of those eyes was like  Shining like a snake letter. It feels very bright!"

    The crowd aroundUnder the reminder of my father's words, I couldn't help looking into my father's eyes, and I was no exception.  It does seem to see that flickering light.  Is this the final burn of life's potential?  Thinking of this, I suddenly felt a stabbing pain in my heart, and finally I couldn't hide the panic anymore, and it gushed out crazily.  Fortunately, there are relatively many people gathered at this moment, and my gaffe did not attract my father's attention.

    How could they hide from their father the almost unanimous look in their eyes.  After pausing for a moment, my father quickly argued: "Of course, I am not returning to the past. Since I took the traditional Chinese medicine prescribed by that old Chinese doctor in Nanjing, my spirit is getting better every day. I am not abnormal, but my body is about to recover.  Performance."

    Everyone still stared blankly at their father, their eyes full of doubts.  Now, the father's performance is indeed very similar to the flashback; but they can't help but believe his father's words.  Therefore, the crowd around them really didn't know the real situation of their father.

    "No, no. How can you look like a flashback?" The eighty-year-old man was the first to speak out in relief.

    When other people heard the words, they also echoed.  Seeing this, the father's stiff expression returned to normal again.  Father's talkative nature was still very strong, and he continued to talk freely.

    These people seem to come to visit their father often. Everyone knows that the father needs to rest now.  Therefore, soon, they left one after another.  Wait for everyone to disperse.  Only then did my father realize that I had brought his classmates over.

    Father's eyes are still full of spirit.  "So-and-so (a nickname for my nickname), you'd better call your second uncle and ask him to come over. You are going back to the city soon. The matter of buying a coffin will not happen in a short while  It can be done. If you are not here, then I have to trouble your second uncle to go with my old classmate (my mother has to serve my father at home)." (Remember this site website: www.hlnovel.com
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