His guess was absolutely correct.

The old gentleman fell ill and lay weakly on the bed, skinny and white-haired.

"Zilong, come."

The old scholar's eyes were cloudy, but the moment he saw Zhao Yun, he felt a little more energetic.

This kid is his most proud disciple.

Looking at him, I can't help but recall my own past.

"gentlemen."

Zhao Yun shook the scholar's hand, but his words were pale and feeble.

He didn't want to speculate, but when he saw the old man's aura, he knew that his time was running out.

Is this a disease?...Maybe.

The disease is not difficult to cure, as long as you eat more food.

It's a pity that the old gentleman is stubborn and doesn't want to waste any more rations.

"As a teacher, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait until the day you win the top prize."

"I have nothing to give you. I'll give you the ancient books on the bookshelf."

"When you are in high school, don't forget to go to your teacher's grave and burn some paper money."

The old scholar spoke one word after another, his words were gentle and kind, but his voice was weak and hoarse, and he tried his best to explain his funeral.

As he talked, he fell asleep.

Beside the bed, the female gentleman had tears in her eyes.

Grandpa fell asleep and was afraid he would never wake up again.

Zhao Yun opened his mouth, but did not shout out.

Go to sleep!..

.You don’t have to suffer when you sleep.

As the saying goes, once a teacher, always a father.
Chapter completed!