The Richest Man Yang Fei

Yang Fei didn't know what to say.

How long has he known Fu Heng?

I have only met twice before and after!

The other party actually trusted him so much?

Willing to give all the wealth accumulated by his generations, as well as his daughter, to himself?

Is this really not a dream?

"Mr. Yang, I entrust Fu Ying to you. If you like her, you can marry her. Although she is a bit headstrong, I believe she will be a virtuous and good wife."

"Mr. Fu, I think you must be drunk."

"Listen to me first. If you don't like her, then wait until she finds a lover and marry her! You don't need to marry too many things—I have made other arrangements for her property."

For some reason, Yang Fei suddenly felt a pain in his heart.

This is a father's arrangement for his daughter's lifelong events before he knew his time was approaching!

He is so nostalgic and reluctant!

He loves and cares about his daughter so much.

Life is a period of experience. Everyone comes in and will go out again.

It is precisely because we cannot predict the length of life that it is so colorful.

If one day we really know that we will leave one day, what will we do before we leave?

Such a survey has been done before.

That is, if you knew your deadline, what would you do?

The results of the survey were beyond everyone's expectations, but not surprising.

"Just do what you have to do. Just live in the moment."

"It's fine to just work like that and then go away."

"Isn't life just life? Live a day and earn a day, let it go!"

yes,

Isn't life all about living in the moment?

What we should do now is what we should do in life.

Life does not need to be deliberately arranged.

Everything that can come into life is the best arrangement.

"Mr. Yang, promise me." Fu Heng held Yang Fei's wrist tightly, "Be kind to my cultural relics and my daughter."

"Mr. Fu, what about you? Why don't you treat your illness?"

"Treatment. I have been treating. After I entrust all this to you, I will go to the United States for treatment. Maybe, I will never come back."

"Aren't you taking her with you?"

"No, I have someone to take care of. I don't want her to know that the last time of my life was so painful and desperate."

"Perhaps, she is stronger than you think. Why not let her know? And let her make her own choice?"

After hearing Yang Fei's words, Fu Heng was stunned, and repeated in a murmur:

"Let her know? Let her choose?"

"Yes, Mr. Fu, maybe her greatest wish in this life is to accompany you on the last journey? Isn't this what every child should do most? Parents worked hard for ten months to give birth to us, It took more than ten or twenty years of hard work to pull us up, if you don't even send us the last journey, do you think the living life is really perfect?"

"Okay, I'll discuss it with her. Mr. Yang, but you must promise me to take good care of the cultural relics and my daughter. We are all custodians of cultural relics, and I will entrust them to you for safekeeping now. Can you promise me ?”

Yang Fei didn't realize it.

He felt that this was a heavy trust!

"Why not donate it to the National Museum?" Yang Fei asked.

"Maybe in the future, but not now. I am not selfish. If I were selfish, I would take all these cultural relics into the grave."

"I understand."

"Because you still need to relay and continue to collect the antiques in this booklet. Then, you must have an identity, a collector and connoisseur's identity, which is more conducive to your communication with other collectors and easier Gain their trust. Many collectors have collected a lot of antiques and regard them as rare treasures, which cannot be traded just because you have money.”

Yang Fei nodded slowly: "I understand."

"So, are you willing to accept my entrustment?" Fu Heng asked expectantly.

Yang Fei was silent for a moment: "Please allow me to think about it carefully. I am still not sure how this matter will affect me. Is this good? Let's think about it calmly for three days. You Also take this opportunity to discuss it with your daughter. We will meet again in three days to discuss this matter."

"Okay, I'm waiting for good news from Mr. Yang." Fu Heng said, "I invited you to drink, but the drink didn't finish, but we talked here for a long time. Let's go, let's go drink!"

"Your body?"

"To be happy in life is to be happy to the fullest! If you are happy for two days, you are willing to live two days less!"

"..."

Coming out of Cangzhen Pavilion, Fu Heng ordered his servants to prepare wine and supper, and had a drink with Yang Fei, chatting about the world, changing his previous decadent expression.

Yang Fei lamented Fu Heng's optimism. If he hadn't said it himself, Yang Fei would have been unbelievable. It turns out that he is not far from death!

On the way home, Yang Fei asked Ma Feng, "If you knew that one day you would leave this world, what would you do?"

"Huh? Then I have to find a wife quickly, I can't be single!"

"Haha!" Yang Fei laughed, "That's all you think?"

Ma Feng said: "It depends on the length of the remaining time. If it is too short, I don't think there is any need to look for a wife."

"And why?"

"If you look for it, you'll hurt him! You know you're leaving, why are you hurting him?"

Yang Fei frowned, lost in thought.

What if it is yourself?

What will be done?

This question, like Monkey King's magic spell, was entwined in Yang Fei's mind.

When I got home, it was almost midnight.

Su Tong had already fallen asleep. She was lying on her side on the bed, revealing half of her pink face, and her black and thick hair wrapped her head refreshingly.

Yang Fei hugged her from behind, and gently wiped her smooth and smooth face with his hands.

Su Tong woke up suddenly, opened his eyes, and smiled when he saw him, then closed his eyes still, squeezed his body back, and nestled comfortably in his arms.

"Why did you come back?" Su Tong asked lazily, his voice was waxy.

Yang Fei laughed and said, "Later, I went to Fu Heng's house for a drink."

"Fu Heng? Did you go to his house?"

"It's really embarrassing to say that Fu Heng is terminally ill, and time is running out."

"Ah? Really? Life is really impermanent."

Yang Fei said: "He also said that he would entrust all his property to me for management."

"Is there such a good thing?"

"You think it's a good thing?"

"Is not it?"

"How can it be so simple? Do you think it is a gift? Don't forget, he still has a daughter. I just help his daughter take care of these properties. As for those cultural relics, they will not belong to the state by then? They can't be eaten, and they can't I can’t sell it. I have to help him fulfill his last wish and continue to collect antiques and cultural relics. I’ve worked so hard, but for what?”

"You didn't agree?"

"Not yet."

"Hearing what you said, you have to think about this matter carefully. You can't blindly think that this is a big pie that fell from the sky."

Yang Fei thought about it: "Yeah, I was thinking too. Why did this piece of pie fall on my head? The problem is, I took the initiative to find Fu Heng tonight! What if I didn't look for him? He Who will entrust it to? Or, he has already thought about entrusting all this to me, and today is just the right time?"

Su Tong turned around, smiled softly and said, "Think about it slowly, I'm going to sleep."

"No. You promised me, you will give me that."

"They didn't rinse their mouths."

"That's right, rinse your mouth when you're done."

"..."