Is this the old lady? If Chuntao hadn't said that, or if Mother Liang hadn't appeared again, Shu Yao wouldn't have believed that the old lady was such a young person. She always felt that the old lady should have silver hair and wear a mask.
Well, the one wearing a dark skirt and coat was beyond her imagination. She remembered that her sister's letter said that the old lady of the Shen family of Maoguo was named Yu, and his wife was named Jiang. So, this person
It should be Mrs. Yu.
No one knew that she had thought so much at this moment. But this did not affect her performance. Shu Yao quickly squatted down to salute the old lady. Even Shu Ya, who was leaning on the couch eating porridge, had to struggle.
Get up and salute.
Mrs. Yu hurriedly walked a few steps, stepped forward to hold Shu Ya down, then helped Shu Yao up, and said to Shu Ya:
"Come and lean on me! Is this the second young lady of the in-laws? Thank you for your hard work last night. I heard from Mother Liang that you took care of Brother Yan's wife all night." The second part of the sentence was addressed to Shu Yao.
Shu Yao hurriedly said:
"I don't dare to thank the old lady. I am my own sister, so there is nothing hard to do. However, when we came last night, we should have gone to greet the old lady first. Since it was late at night, and I was thinking about my sister, I didn't bother you. Now.
But the old lady came first, please forgive me!"
Shu Ya still stood up holding Xu's mother's hand, her body was swaying a little, and she said to Mrs. Yu:
"It's all grandson-in-law's fault. I can't stand the trouble and bother so many people thinking about me." As he said this, tears flowed out again.
Mrs. Yu rushed forward and hugged her, patted her back gently and said:
"Good boy, I know all about your difficulties. Don't say that. It makes me feel even more uncomfortable. You just have to take good care of yourself, even if it's not for yourself, for Brother Yan, and for the unborn child in your belly.
My child, you have to take good care of yourself."
The words were deeply affectionate and meaningful, and Shu Ya nodded with tears in her eyes.
Mrs. Yu let her go, looked at her face and said:
"You are still weak, and the burial will be carried out soon, so please don't go there."
How could Shuya be willing? When she thought that this was the last time she could see her husband, even if she couldn't walk, she would have to be carried by someone. She shook her head, reached out and took the filial piety hat from Chuntao's hand, and put it on her head, red.
A pair of eyes said firmly:
"If the old lady really loves me, just let me go..."
Mrs. Yu looked at her, sighed deeply, patted her hand, and told the people around Shuya to take good care of her grandma, then turned and left.
A group of people walked towards the mourning hall. The sky was still dark, but in a blink of an eye, the pale blue color of crab shells was revealed. The road was covered with white lanterns, and with the white snow, the whole world was pure silver.
The wind was a little cold and stiff, and Shu Ya's steps were still a little weak, and she walked on flat ground with one foot higher and one foot lower. Shu Yao supported her, feeling heavy in her heart.
Before they reached the mourning hall, another group of people blocked the road. The woman leading the way was also in her forties. She had two round plasters on her temples. Her eye sockets were somewhat deep, the corners of her eyes were sharp, and her cheekbones were high.
The bridge of the nose is high, the corners of the mouth are drooped, and the complexion is not very good.
The two people met, Shu Ya gently pulled Shu Yao, stepped forward and saluted the visitor, Shu Ya said:
"Daughter-in-law sends greetings to mother!"
Only then did Shu Yao realize that this person was Mrs. Jiang, the Duke of Mao Guo, and she quickly followed her sister's lead and bowed.
There were a large group of people here who were saluting. Madam Jiang glanced at them cursorily, then she leaned over and saluted the old lady, saying, "Bless you, mother!"
Mrs. Yu didn't say much. She waved her hand towards Mrs. Jiang, indicating her to stand up. She turned around, took Shu Ya's hand, and said to Mrs. Jiang:
"Brother Yan's wife is a pregnant woman. Later, if you build a small kitchen in her yard and let them get what they like to eat, this is how you care for your grandson as a grandmother."