Early the next morning, Cheng Liguo left alone. In the afternoon, Zhao Hui took Mr. Zhao's urn and took Cheng Qiao on the train to the capital.
After getting on the bus, Cheng Qiao was surprised to find that they were riding in a soft sleeper. This soft sleeper was for people with status. Although they were free now, they were not yet qualified to sit in a soft sleeper.
"My father, your grandfather, was a very powerful figure at that time. Not only could he sit in a soft sleeper, he could also sit on an airplane."
Zhao Hui seemed to understand Cheng Qiao's thoughts. He placed the urn on the soft sleeper and told Mr. Zhao that they were going home.
Cheng Qiao nodded. Although the Zhao family was in decline, when it was in glory, it must have been kind to many people, so it would also receive some support when it was in trouble.
When they arrived in the capital, Zhao Hui asked Cheng Qiao to take care of the luggage, and of course Mr. Zhao's urn, while he went out to do some things.
Four hours later, Zhao Hui came back and saw Cheng Qiao still sitting calmly in her original position without moving. He couldn't help but admire his niece from the bottom of his heart.
It is impossible for a girl of nineteen or twenty years old to not be afraid when she is guarding a pile of luggage and an urn alone in a strange place.
"Cheng Qiao, are you scared?"
"Uncle, I'm scared, but thinking about having grandpa with me, I'm not so scared anymore."
Zhao Hui was stunned and glanced at the urn placed on Cheng Qiao's legs. He felt sad in his heart. The old man was gone and the Zhao family would soon be forgotten in the capital.
"Let's go."
Zhao Hui picked up the old man's urn, and Cheng Qiao quickly followed behind with his luggage. There was a car parked on the road, and he knew it was an internal car for a large company.
"Brother, I'm sorry to bother you."
"You're welcome, get in the car quickly."
"My niece Cheng Qiao."
"Zhao Min's daughter."
There was surprise in the man's eyes, and he looked at Cheng Qiao with a pair of phoenix eyes without blinking. He looked so similar. He was almost carved from the same mold as Zhao Min, especially those eyes.
"Cheng Qiao, I am your mother's... mother's classmate, Liang Qingya, you can call me Uncle Liang."
"Hello Uncle Liang."
Cheng Qiao could tell at a glance that this man was his mother's loyal fan. Even though his mother had been gone for so many years, the beauty that remained in his heart had not been eradicated at all.
"Come to me if you need anything in the future. I'll give you my address and phone number later."
"Okay Uncle Liang, I will also give you my address and phone number."
Liang Qingya nodded with satisfaction, she is indeed Minmin's daughter, she is smart.
"This is the old man, please get in the car."
Liang Qingya saw the urn held by Ye Hui and quickly opened the passenger seat, then helped Cheng Qiao put the luggage in the trunk and opened the seat behind it.
Liang Qingya drove the car to the outskirts of the capital, where the Zhao family's villa was the only house that had not been confiscated. Zhao Hui motioned to Cheng Qiao to take out his pocket, which contained the key.
"Qingya, do you want to come in and sit down?"
But when Cheng Qiao opened the door, everyone was stunned by the scene inside. What they saw was a garden full of weeds, which had almost grown to the height of a person.
"this……"
Zhao Hui looked at the grass in front of him and didn't know what to say for a moment. If it weren't for the bright car lights shining on them, they would have almost thought they were in the wilderness.
"Brother, please go back. I haven't been here for many years. I don't know what it will be like inside."
Liang Qingya tried her best to hold back her smile, turned around and got in the car. Before leaving, she didn't forget to write her phone number and address to Cheng Qiao. Cheng Qiao also picked up a pen and wrote down her address and phone number.
"The phone number is from the village committee. You may have to wait."
When Liang Qingya saw Cheng Qiao's address, his eyes shrank suddenly. Xiangyang Village, what the hell is this place? Could it be that Cheng Qiao went to the countryside?
Then he thought of what happened to the Zhao family and couldn't help but sigh. It was probably that Cheng Liguo arranged for Cheng Qiao to go to the countryside to avoid this disaster.
For the first time, Liang Qingya agreed with Cheng Liguo and felt that this man still had some brains, otherwise Cheng Qiao would have been sent to the Northwest like Zhao Qiming and Zhao Qijun.
"You go in first, I'll come back tomorrow."
"Okay, be careful when you go back and contact me then."
Zhao Hui nodded and walked into the house with the help of car lights. Cheng Qiao also waved to Liang Qingya and took out a flashlight to signal her that there was light.
After finally entering the room, Zhao Hui placed the urn on the table, then pulled the rope. The light above the table turned on, but it was extremely dim.
"Cheng Qiao, this is your mother's house. Your grandmother specially purchased the dowry for her, and the deed is also in that secret room. You can find it yourself when the time comes."
"My mother's house, the secret room is also here."
Cheng Qiao finally understood why the courtyard had not been confiscated. It turned out that it had been in her mother's name for a long time and had nothing to do with the Zhao family.
Zhao Hui nodded and walked around the house with Cheng Qiao. It was a house similar to a courtyard house, but it only had one entrance, but there were yards at the front and back, and the backyard was quite large.
"It's just the master bedroom. Your mother has lived in it for a while. Nothing in it has been touched. There is an entrance to the underground secret room in the wing next door. You should go and have a look. My uncle will stay in the west courtyard tonight and will be buried early tomorrow morning."
"Uncle, I understand. I brought candles and incense. Let's make a simple mourning hall for grandpa here tonight."
"you do not mind."
"Then why do you mind? If it weren't for my grandparents, where would my mother's house be?"
Cheng Qiao took out the incense candles and sandalwood from the backpack. These were all things she found with great difficulty in the space. She also put the pastries and a few dishes she bought on the train on them.
"Grandpa, your current conditions are limited, so you can make do with what you eat. In five or six years, I will take little Cheng Li to visit your and grandma's graves."
Zhao Hui thought, what did Cheng Qiao mean? Why did it take five or six years? Will the situation change in five or six years?
But he cleverly pretended to be deaf and dumb, but he had already begun to plan in his heart. Cheng Liguo's old leader was Ye Chengying, otherwise he would not have been rehabilitated so quickly just because he was Minmin's husband.
Cheng Qiao's uncle Li Bing seems to be a soldier in the garrison. They may have inside information. Cheng Qiao knew it and used this method to remind himself.
Cheng Qiao specially reminded Ye Hui not to act rashly, because the final darkness is crazy, and it is easy for someone to catch him if he is not careful.
"Uncle, you go and get some sleep. I will keep vigil tonight."
"Can you bear it?"
"I can do it. I slept well on the train and I'm not sleepy at all now."
Zhao Hui nodded. He was indeed very tired. He went to the room on the west side and fell asleep without even having time to take off his clothes. Cheng Qiao quickly closed the door and entered the space.
"Xiao Cheng Li, my mother's grandfather is dead, can you kowtow to him a few times?"
Little Cheng Li tried hard to digest Cheng Qiao's words. His mother's grandfather was his great-grandfather and he should kowtow.
