In the early stages, the story leans towards the heartwarming grandparent-grandchild bond between the female lead and her grandmother, embodying a very cozy, "group-pet" family style. After...
Hearing this, Grandma Si and Grandpa Si looked at her in unison. They were so surprised that they didn't react to what she said.
Grandpa Si was the first to come back to his senses. His slightly cloudy but instantly sharp eyes lurked with hidden surprise. If you looked closely, you could see that his hands hanging at his sides were trembling, and his voice was shaking:
"What? Qing girl, what do you mean? I, I don't quite understand, what do you mean?"
I don’t know why, Rong Qing clearly didn’t express anything special in her words, but they managed to hear what she really wanted to say?
Perhaps there is a secret and unrealistic expectation in the hearts of these two old people.
Grandma Si's tears silently rolled down her cheeks. She stretched out her somewhat dry hands and tightly grasped Rong Qing's soft and tender little hands, as if she could get a little affirmation from her in this way.
It was like a ray of light suddenly shining into the dark, withered and hopeless world, or more like a touch of green appearing in the dry desert. Even if, even if it was most likely a mirage, she wanted to hold on to it at this moment.
The past twenty years have been so hard, so hard. Every day she feels like she is in an endless purgatory full of pain. It is better to say that she is a body worse than death rather than being alive.
Rong Qing was truly deeply moved. Even though she had witnessed so many separations and deaths, she had once viewed life and death as normal. Countless lives had even ended in her hands.
But that didn't mean she had lost her human emotions and conscience. She held Grandma Si's hand and patted it gently to comfort her:
"Grandma Si, please don't get excited. You should take care of yourself. I once gave a wandering Taoist a bowl of water and a steamed bun. He stayed in the mountains of our village for a while. When he had nothing to do, he taught me some things...
Because we were constantly trying to break free from feudal superstitions at the time, I just thought of it as a joke. Just now, I couldn't bear to see you like that, so I tried to look at your face and Grandpa Si's. The Children's Palace clearly showed that you two elders still have a breath of blood, but it's just the other generation. As for the rest, I need to do a thorough divination."
Rong Qing couldn't say that she already knew everything after just a brief observation, right?
If that happens, she will really become a fortune teller. She should not cause trouble for herself. A simple and ordinary life is the real life. In this era, some things are still very sensitive.
Grandma Si was really excited now. Grandpa Si quickly took out a powerful heart pill and handed it to her. He took her hand and comforted her softly:
"My dear, please don't get too excited. Hold on, hold on. We must find our eldest grandson."
Although he was confused, where did his eldest grandson come from? His eldest son was only 18 years old when he was persecuted, and he didn't even have a girlfriend. However, he had a girl he liked. If it weren't for the secret agents' desperate revenge, his sons and daughters wouldn't have suffered, wouldn't have suffered...
The only thing I was thankful for was that my wife was out queuing up to buy meat for the children. When she returned, she saw a huge fire rising into the sky and the burned and collapsed houses.
That scene became a nightmare that she would never forget. She woke up countless times in the middle of the night, crying and blaming herself, mumbling in her sleep, "My fault, my fault, I didn't rush into the sea of fire. I should have gone with it."
In fact, everyone knew that even if she rushed into the sea of fire, she would only die in the fire together with her sons and daughters.
At this moment, with only one remaining hope, Grandpa Si must hold on to it tightly.
Rong Qing closed her eyes and kept calculating with her slender fingers. In fact, it was just a formality, just a pretense. Her mind was actually already rapidly gathering information.
About five minutes passed.
For Grandpa Si and Grandma Si who were waiting anxiously, the time seemed as long as a lifetime.
Rong Qing didn't keep the secret. Look, how anxious are the two old people?
She raised her head, looked at them seriously, and tried to speak concisely: "In fact, the matter is complicated, but it is not that complicated if you simplify it. At the beginning, your son and the girl he liked had an intimate relationship because they were tricked by another girl who liked him.
Originally, your son was planning to explain the matter to you and then propose to you, but unexpectedly, an accident happened before he could tell you. No one expected that the girl would get pregnant that time. She was a very traditional girl who was faithful to her husband.
Even if they were not married, she considered herself as your family's daughter-in-law. Now that he is gone, she wants to keep her only bloodline. She thought about giving birth to a child and then coming to serve you in your place as your son. If it is a grandson, he can also carry on the family line, so that you will not be so sad with grandchildren around you.
Even though in that era, getting pregnant and having children before marriage would be criticized, and some pedantic people would even throw them into a pig cage, her parents were good and understanding. They also admired Grandpa Si and hated that damn spy, so they protected the girl very well.
But in the end, man proposes, God disposes. The girl who originally planned to take away your son was this girl's good sister. Her plan failed and someone else took advantage of her. She was extremely jealous and had a vicious idea when she learned that the girl was pregnant. On the day of delivery, when the child was born, she fainted due to exhaustion. The vicious girl gave the midwife a big piece of paper, took the child away, and sent it to a rural family that had no sons.
At first, the farmer's family raised the little boy well, but when the little boy, Gouwazi, was two years old, his adoptive father and mother gave birth to their first child, a girl. The couple had always favored boys over girls, and when they saw the girl, they blamed Gouwazi for not being blessed enough to give them a son.
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