frightfiction Chapter 1250 The Old Master Passes Away
Chapter 1250 The Old Master Passes Away
Old Master Zhuang passed away, and everyone in the Zhuang family rushed home.
Seventeen rolled and crawled to the hall of the old house and knelt in front of his father crying, "Where is my grandpa? Dad, where is my grandpa?"
Mr. Zhuang Sanye looked sad, sighed, raised his hand and gently touched Seventeen's head.
"Let's go and see grandpa off for the last time."
"Dad..." Seventeen burst into tears, got up and ran to the old man's room.
In the room, Zhuang Jinzhao and his son had finally changed into their funeral clothes. Servants were waiting there, crowded around them. Seventeen walked in, knelt down in front of the bed, tears streaming down his face.
When Seventeen's younger brother was born, she lived in the old house for a long time. Although her grandfather valued boys more, he also loved her very much. At that time, her grandfather was still very healthy, and the two of them often went hiking. Whenever the old man went out, he would always take Seventeen with him.
Seventeen didn’t move back to the new building from the old house until he was ten years old, but he still spent most of his time in the old house after school and during holidays.
Later, she lived on campus during middle and high school, returning home only once a week to attend cram school and do homework, leaving her with little time to spend with her grandfather. It was also during her high school years that her grandfather entered a nursing home, and from then on, their time together became even less frequent.
Seventeen still remembers that even after her grandfather moved into a nursing home, he would always come back every time she had a holiday to sit in the new building and help her with her homework. He would only sit with her for a short while and then leave in the evening.
After graduating from high school, I went abroad after two years of college in China. I didn't see my grandfather during those two years abroad. My mother said in many phone calls that my grandfather missed his granddaughter. During the holidays, the first thing he asked was whether the eldest granddaughter would come back. If her granddaughter didn't come back, the old man would not return home and had been living in a nursing home.
After returning to China, Shiqi deliberately kept a distance from his family and rarely went back to the village.
Looking back now, what she has done over the years is truly unforgivable.
How could she be so stupid? It is said that if you love someone, you will love his or her family too. How could a man who is not even accepted by her family really love her?
On the one hand, he resents the pressure brought to him by the dealer, and on the other hand, he fully accepts the benefits given to him by the dealer. While accepting these good things, does he think that this is what he deserves?
What on earth had she been so fascinated by in the first place?
Yes, she loved him, deeply, for many years. But why did she not feel moved when she thought about the past relationship now? Instead, she felt it was absurd and ridiculous, and laughed at her own stupidity and foolishness.
Seventeen cried softly. She didn't know what else to do except crying. Would her grandfather be very disappointed in her?
The eldest wife's aged hands gently pulled Seventeen up, sat her down on the side, and said slowly, "When your grandfather left, he kept asking when you would come back. He left something for you and wanted to give it to you personally, but you... Qiqi, why didn't you come to see him these days?"
The eldest wife was in tears, her eyes were red, she wiped away her tears and continued.
"Your grandfather asks and waits every day. In his current physical condition, he can no longer travel, but he still wants to come back. He wants to see you, Shiyuan, and Shijue, but he's too stubborn to say it. When your mother came over, I mentioned it to her once. After your mother left, your grandfather pointed at me and scolded me..."
How does it feel to be scolded and cried by an old man at this age?
She just wanted to make her father-in-law happy and wanted to tell the third daughter-in-law whether she could let the children come back to see their grandfather during the holidays. She had no other intentions.
"I look forward to it every day. Your grandfather looks forward to it every day..."
Seventeen's tears rolled harder and harder. Qi Yao was standing at the door with red eyes. He finally walked in, took Seventeen's hand, and pulled her behind him.
"There are many young people in the banker's family, not just Qiqi. Please don't put all the faults and inappropriate things on Qiqi. She is not guilty of such a big crime." Qi Yao's voice was nasal.
He was also in pain and sad when the old man passed away, so he could understand the eldest wife's feelings to some extent. However, it is not right to blame the death of an old man on a younger generation. It is wrong for them to neglect their elders.
But doesn't the eldest wife have any sons or grandchildren? The old man loves Qiqi, but doesn't he love Zhuang Zihan? The eldest wife's words really want to make Seventeen feel more guilty.
"Get out. Don't meddle in my family affairs." Seventeen pushed Qi Yao away and choked with sobs.
Qi Yao was speechless, and the words he wanted to say for a long time were finally stuck in his throat.
The car arrived outside, and Zhuang Zhoucheng, Zhuang Jinzhao and Zhuang Jingtao walked in. Qi Yao on one side was holding the fourth hand. Zhuang Zhoucheng glanced at Qi Yao without saying a word. Zhuang Jinzhao and Zhuang Jingtao also glanced at Qi Yao without saying anything else. The four of them carried the old man's body out of the room and sent it to the funeral home's special car.
The Zhuang family members got on the car one after another and went to the funeral home. The servants stood at the gate and looked at the convoy that had disappeared from afar.
Those relatives who had just arrived at the Zhuang family immediately turned to the funeral home. The Zhuang family mansion was now like an empty yard with a dead silence.
This old Zhuang family residence that has stood for a hundred years is now a modern residence. Even with its mountains and water, pavilions and towers, one still can't find the feeling that one had when he first walked in.
The people who lived here have a familiar feeling engraved in their hearts. But looking at the luxurious villas today, this place where they have lived for decades seems so unfamiliar that they almost forget who they are.
All the servants of the Zhuang family went to the funeral home one step later and waited outside the funeral home in solemn black mourning clothes. There was a cold smell in the air. It was not raining, but there was a creepy chill.
Inside the funeral home, the staff and the banker's capable servants were busy setting up the mourning hall. At this moment, kneeling outside were the younger generation of the banker's family.
The servants of the banker behind blocked the relatives and friends who came one after another after hearing the news at the outermost edge.
After a busy day, there was a constant stream of people coming in at night, but they still couldn't enter the mourning hall to pay their respects, so they all waited outside.
The mourning hall was finally decorated. The Zhuang family members stood in front according to their seniority. The master of ceremonies arranged the list of relatives, friends and guests who had rushed over and let them in one by one.
It was not until four o'clock in the middle of the night that the relatives and friends who rushed to express their condolences ended the memorial service. Zhuang Jinzhao and Zhuang Zhoucheng sent everyone to the car before returning to the funeral home.
Zhuang Shiqi, Zhuang Jingtao, Zhuang Zihan, and Zhuang Shiqing all knelt in front of the mourning hall. Master Zhuang Sanye and Zhuang Jinzhao walked into the mourning hall. The two brothers stared silently at the enlarged photo frame above the memorial tablet.
"Qiqi, Zihan, Shiqing, go and have a rest." Zhuang Jinzhao said tiredly.
Seventeen turned around, his eyes already red and swollen, looking at his uncle, then at his father, "I want to stay here with Grandpa..."
It was impossible for her to make up for the lost time, and she didn't know what else to do but kneel a little longer.