The Zhu family became wealthy two years ago. They demolished the original house and built a large courtyard with blue bricks and tiles.
The Zhu family is not only Mrs. Zhu and Zhu Huzi, but also the three children left behind by Widow Zhang. After losing their mother, these three children became extra sensible and have now become Huzi's right-hand man, the Zhu family's business It's all thanks to their children taking care of each other that it's the size it is today.
It's just past dinner time. Originally, the villagers should be gossiping at home or preparing for the upcoming New Year's Eve. But now, everyone is standing in the yard with sad faces. It seems that there are many people, but there are no People spoke, but each one remained silent, allowing sadness to spread.
As soon as Cheng Wanwan arrived, the crowd automatically gave way.
She pursed her lips and walked into the house.
On the way here, she had already heard from Mrs. Qi about Mrs. Zhu's situation.
The night before last, Mrs. Zhu's health was not in good condition. She asked Dr. Zheng to prescribe medicine. She lay in bed every day and did not go out. In the past few days, apart from taking medicine, she had almost no water or rice. This morning, Dr. Zheng came to check her pulse. Some more medicine was prescribed, but Mrs. Zhu vomited it all after one sip... Huzi had no choice but to go to the county to ask the best doctor to see her.
After the doctor saw it, he said, "When the oil is gone and the lamp is dry, let's prepare for the funeral."
Mrs. Zhu is seventy-eight years old this year. She has always been healthy and healthy. Suddenly she became ill, as if her whole body had been hollowed out, and she lay helpless on the bed.
Seeing Cheng Wanwan come in, her ashen face finally showed some emotion, and she opened her lips with difficulty: "Big, big..."
"I'm here, I'm here." Cheng Wanwan hurriedly walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, and held the old man's withered hand, "Grandma Zhu, speak slowly if you have something to say, don't be anxious, I'm listening."
Mrs. Zhu held Cheng Wanwan tightly with all her strength, and said in a low voice: "I, I really can't... Da-Da Shan Niang, Hu-Huzi is still young..."
"I've watched Huzi grow up, and I will always take care of him. Don't worry, Granny Zhu." Cheng Wanwan said with a smile, "Huzi is now fifteen years old. It's time to kiss him. I thought before. I wanted to introduce a hard-working and down-to-earth girl from the next village to Huzi, but I have been busy, so this matter has been shelved. Grandma Zhu has to get well soon and help Huzi to check everything."
A smile appeared on Mrs. Zhu's face. The only thing she was worried about was this matter. With Dashan Niang's guarantee, she could close her eyes with peace of mind.
She opened her eyes and looked at the bedside above her head, thinking about what happened many years ago.
She is from Zhujia Village. When there was a disaster in Zhujia Village, her family was forced to leave their hometown. The old man died on the road. After finally escaping to Dahe Village and settling down, her three sons and two daughters were not lucky. They all got sick and died, and the other eldest grandsons also got sick and died one by one, leaving only Huzi, the only grandchild...
Huzi was only two years old at the time. For such a young child, without her father or mother, she was left with an older grandma...
How many times did she want to take Huzi away with her, but she was noticed and saved by Rizheng. With the help of Dahe Village, she brought Huzi up with difficulty...
Their family's life is getting better and better, and she has the dignity to meet the Zhu family's ancestors because she has reserved the only incense for the Zhu family.
Is it because she vented her anger that she couldn't survive when she got sick?
In a few days, it will be the Chinese New Year, why can't she make it through... But she seems to be too greedy. She is seventy-eight years old and is the oldest person in the village. She has lived enough and it's time to go. …
The brilliance in Mrs. Zhu's eyes gradually dissipated.
"Grandma..."
Huzi knelt on the ground, walked over on his knees, lay on the bedside, and sobbed.
Widow Zhang's three children also knelt on the ground, with tears streaming down their faces.
Cheng Wanwan felt that Old Madam Zhu's hand was gradually losing strength. She saw Old Madam Zhu slowly closing her eyes, watching a life grow old like this, and sending away someone so familiar to her...
Huzi howled loudly.
People outside also knew that Granny Zhu was really gone, and there were some suppressed sobs.
Except for Huzi, no one was related by blood to Mrs. Zhu, but everyone still felt uncontrollable grief.
The whole village went through the most difficult years together, and finally had a better life, but...
"Why are you crying?" Old Mrs. Zhao walked in, "Having lived for seventy-eight years, she is the longest-lived person in our village. This is a funeral, so what is there to cry about? Huzi, please stop crying. Go and take out the shroud prepared by your grandma. I have to put it on my old sister quickly, so as not to be laughed at and said that I have never worn any good clothes in my life..."
She walked to the bedside and saw that Cheng Wanwan didn't seem to have come back to her senses. He patted her back and said, "Boss, wife, please don't stay here. The Zhu family is worried about the wedding this time." We need a lot of food, fish and meat, please help us buy them all quickly..."
Cheng Wanwan pulled away from her sadness, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll arrange for someone to do it right now."
When Mrs. Zhu passed away, and Zhu Huzi was still young and unmarried, the funeral of the Zhu family was left to the village department, and the available people in the village came to help.
Cheng Wanwan returned to the yard and asked Zhao Dashan to help. She felt a little depressed for no reason.
In fact, it is a very happy thing for a person to live to the age of seventy-eight and pass away without any pain. This is indeed a joy and sorrow.
But she still found it hard to accept that a good person just left without any warning.
Old Mrs. Zhao and Old Man Zhao are getting older and older. Will she have to send these two old people away personally one day in the future?
Thinking of this, I became inexplicably depressed.
She bought some wine from the mall that she loved to drink in her previous life, and drank it gloomily.
It’s not that I’m sad or sad, I’m just melancholy. After drinking some wine, maybe my mood will get better...
While he was drinking, a shadow suddenly shrouded him from above.
She looked up and saw that it was King Qin.
Ning Lan followed King Qin and explained: "This servant said that he wanted to come in to report, but King Qin forced his way in..."
Cheng Wanwan understood the rogue nature of King Qin, so naturally he would not blame Ninglan.
She raised her eyebrows and said softly: "Why, does Prince Qin want to continue the previous topic?"
King Qin sat down directly at the table: "It's possible to be so sad when an unrelated person dies. Suigong people are really sentimental."
He casually picked up the wine glass and took a sip. He was stunned for a moment and said, "What kind of wine is this? How come I have never drank it before?"
Cheng Wanwan was a little lucky. Fortunately, when she bought things from the mall, she always chose those simple packaging, otherwise she would not be able to explain it at this moment.
"It's something I brew at home, not something that's on the table." She continued to take a sip, "I just lamented the impermanence of life, it's not sentimental."
"Life is impermanent...it is indeed impermanent." King Qin seemed to have thought of something, and his mood instantly dropped. He drank three large glasses of wine in a row, "When she died, I was drinking every day to get drunk. It took me three to five years to finally finally To escape from that kind of grief... death is really a terrible thing. Even if I am the most noble prince of the Dayu Dynasty, I can't resurrect a person..."
Cheng Wanwan's hand holding the wine glass paused, and she said slowly: "Is she who the prince mentioned was his original sweetheart?"
