Cheng Qiao and Cheng Liguo shouted at the same time, uncle and nephew, if this matter spreads, Cheng Qiao's reputation will be lost.
"I'm sorry, Cheng Qiao, I was too impulsive, but there's nothing I can do about it. The old man... he won't die in peace."
Cheng Qiao sighed. She knew one thing since she was studying medicine. If a person's time is up, but he still has thoughts that he can't let go, he will hang on to that life desperately and never rest in peace.
This is very cruel to a person who is about to die. He not only has to endure physical pain, but also has to endure mental pain.
"How to get there? We don't have transportation."
Cheng Qiao was still making excuses. She really didn't want to see this old man. She had never seen him in two lifetimes. What did life and death have to do with her?
"What a coincidence, dad has already contacted the car, and dad will go with you."
Cheng Qiao's eyes lit up. At first, what the old man hated most was his father. If he saw his father standing in front of him safe and sound, he would feel even more unhappy.
Cheng Liguo and Zhao Hui never thought that Cheng Qiao's resentment was so heavy. They thought she had figured it out and quickly packed their luggage.
"Yuan Guangming, I'm leaving it to you. We'll be back in two days."
Yuan Guangming nodded repeatedly. Since Cheng Qiao came, their food has improved to at least two levels, and even their chins seem to be rounder. Therefore, Yuan Guangming definitely takes Cheng Liguo's request seriously.
Two days later, the car arrived at a farm in the northwest. Looking at the houses all built with thick wood, Cheng Qiao felt that the Zhao family's life seemed to be pretty good.
"Dad, Cheng Qiao is here, and Zhao Min's daughter is here. By the way, she is still holding little Cheng Li, who is Minmin's grandson."
Zhao Hui pulled Cheng Qiao's sleeve and rushed into the house. As soon as Cheng Qiao entered the house, he smelled a rotten smell, which was the smell of a person who was about to leave.
Then I saw at a glance the old man with white hair lying on the fire bed. His eyes were sunken and skinny, but his eyes radiated surprise.
"Qiao, Qiao girl, you are here."
No matter how much disgust and resentment Cheng Qiao felt in her heart, she could no longer stand it when she saw these eyes that were almost the same as her mother's.
Cheng Qiao looked at these eyes and thought of Zhao Min's appearance before she died, as well as her last instructions: "Don't hate your grandpa, he was hard-spoken and soft-hearted, and so was I, so we missed it."
Mom's eyes and grandpa's eyes seemed to merge together, making Cheng Qiao somewhat unable to tell whether he was facing his mother or his grandpa.
"Qiao girl, can you call me grandpa?"
Cheng Qiao came back to his senses instantly, looked at the expectant eyes, and nodded:
"Grandpa..."
"Hey, Qiao girl, come here."
Cheng Qiao walked over with little Cheng Li in her arms. When she saw the old man's outstretched hand, she couldn't help but hold it. The cold hand made Cheng Qiao's heart hurt as if she had been stabbed by ice shards.
"Take it."
For a long time, the old man fumbled with his other hand in his pocket, then took out a brass key and stuffed it into Cheng Qiao's hand.
"What's this?"
"I hid the dowry for your mother for a long time, hoping that Minmin would come back, but this bad girl was unwilling to come back to see me."
"Grandpa..."
Cheng Qiao understood that her grandfather really wanted to sever ties with Zhao Min. He was just venting his anger. He was thinking about his daughter, but he couldn't let it go. He finally regretted it after the separation between yin and yang.
"She doesn't need the dowry now. Grandpa has decided to give it to you. Your uncle knows where the things are. Ask him to take you to get them when the time comes."
Cheng Qiao nodded. The Cheng family had been capitalists in their early years. No matter how much the family's gold and silver treasures were handed over, there would always be some treasures hidden in places no one knew about.
"Qiao girl, you really look like your mother. Seeing you is like meeting her. Besides, I can also see my great-grandson. When I go there, I will be very angry with her."
Cheng Qiao: "..."
I finally understand the meaning of deep love and deep hatred. This father and daughter are typical examples.
"Daddy, daddy."
Zhao Hui saw the old man closing his eyes and knew in his heart that the time had come. Fortunately, he finally fulfilled his lifelong wish and his merits were considered complete.
Cheng Qiao felt that the hand holding her was getting colder and lifeless, and she knew that the person had left. Her nose felt a little sore, and she finally shed tears.
"Qiao, let me introduce you to your aunt Gao Yue, your cousin Zhao Qiming, and your cousin Zhao Qijun."
"Hello aunt, hello cousin, hello cousin."
"This is Minmin's husband and Cheng Qiao's father, Cheng Liguo. Although you have never met them, I know that Minmin must have told you about them."
"Hello uncle, hello cousin."
Zhao Qiming and Zhao Qijun shouted in unison, Gao Yue also nodded politely towards Cheng Liguo, and then went to the kitchen to pour two cups of brown sugar water.
"Our current status is not free. Fortunately, Zhao Hui is still free and has established a relationship, so we are all ready to give the old man to him tomorrow..."
The word "burned" cannot be said no matter what. It is said that people rest in peace after death, but Mr. Zhao's roots are not here, so they want to take the old man's ashes back, so they can only burn them.
"Uncle, aunt, I understand what you mean. Just do as you prepared. But the mourning hall probably won't be able to hold it. Let's secretly light three sticks of incense at night."
Zhao Hui nodded and asked Zhao Qijun to take Cheng Qiao and Cheng Liguo to the wooden house next door. That was Zhao Hui's house, and it was now used by three generations of Cheng Liguo and Cheng Qiao.
In the evening, Zhao Hui came to Cheng Qiao and handed her a drawing. This was a drawing of a secret room. In the secret room was the dowry given to Zhao Min by the old man.
"There is only one key to the secret room. You must not drop it, otherwise the door will not be opened no matter what."
Cheng Qiao carefully stored the keys and drawings in the drawer of the space room, and also locked them. She was afraid that little Cheng Li would be ignorant and break the toys when the time came.
"Uncle, if I take my mother's dowry, here..."
"Don't worry, our Zhao family is just two siblings, me and your mother. I can't afford such a huge fortune by myself. Don't worry, our Zhao family has much more money overseas than here."
Cheng Qiao nodded. She already understood the path Zhao Hui would take in the future. She calculated the time, but there were still five or six years before they would be free.
"Uncle, my father is determined to take root in the Hexi Corridor. If you have anything to do in the future, you can go directly to my father."
"What about you? What are your plans?"
Zhao Hui was worried. He might not really live in that small mountain village called Xiangyang Village and wait to die for the rest of his life. This was not the choice of the Zhao family.
