"Great-grandfather!" she called me from a distance.

I rolled my eyes and stumbled over: "Don't call me great-grandfather outside. Do you want to scare passersby to death?"

Yang Han stuck out her tongue and said, "Why do you care so much about what others think? Okay, Great Grandfather, let's go in. Grandmother Lie has been waiting for you for a long time..." She came over, took my arm, and helped me walk into the hospital.

Xu Suqing closed her eyes and lay quietly on the hospital bed, surrounded by a group of children and grandchildren.

They all squatted on the ground, sobbing softly.

It wasn't until I came in that they stood up and greeted me.

Xu Suqing struggled to open her eyes. She fixed her gaze on me, tears streaming down her pale, wrinkled cheeks. With trembling lips, she whispered, "Dad..."

I walked over and she held my hand tightly.

"Xiao Su Qing, Daddy is here to see you..." I forced a smile and held her shriveled hand which was gradually getting cold.

My daughter, Xu Suqing, was once as beautiful as Ning Xue, with an outstanding temperament. She was my cherished treasure. But now, she is a withered, skinny old woman.

A beautiful woman withered bones, nothing more than this.

"Dad..." She held my hands tightly, trembling slightly, "After I die, I want to be buried next to Mom... Mom has been alone all these years... She must be very lonely. I want to go and accompany Mom..."

"Okay, Dad promises you." I nodded with a smile.

"Dad..." She held my hands tightly, as if afraid that if she let go, she would never be able to hold my hands again. She said, "Mom and I are gone... Dad must be lonely alone in the world... If you miss us, please come and visit me and Mom."

I still smiled and nodded, but my heart was filled with sorrow.

She said so much to me, words of entrustment and concern for me, but in the end, all she got in return was tears streaming down her face...

"Dad, I am an unfilial daughter. I am leaving now. I hope there is another life..."

"dad……"

The cold, dry wrist slipped gently from my fingertips, and her eyes closed happily without any nostalgia.

The children and grandchildren all threw themselves on the hospital bed, crying loudly, their cries shaking the sky.

Only I pulled away.

He left Xiao Su Qing, left the hospital, and walked onto the street.

Looking up at the clear sky, the warm sunlight shines on my face.

It seemed like something was flowing out of my eyes and into the corners of my mouth, salty and bitter.

What is that?

Is it tears?

I haven't shed tears for a long time because I have long forgotten the color of tears.

…

I didn't attend Su Qing's funeral. I just told my children and grandchildren to send the ashes to me. Funerals these days are just a formality, with the body sent to the crematorium for cremation. It's pretty simple. A few days later, Su Qing's urn was delivered to me. It was from Yang Han.

I took a taxi and took Yang Han to the cemetery. After having Yang Han pay respects to her great-grandmother, I buried little Su Qing's ashes in the mausoleum next to Ning Xue's. I had already purchased two tombs near Ning Xue's mausoleum. One was for Ning Xue, and the other was originally intended for my own burial. But I didn't expect that I would die.

Now that Xiao Suqing has fulfilled her last wish, I have fulfilled it. The elegiac words and other things above are also engraved with Yang Han's name.

While Yang Han was paying respects to her great-grandmother and great-grandmother, I went to visit the graves of my brother Yu Jie and his wife Qiao Xiaomu nearby, and then I went to visit the tombstones of Zhao Xi and Xuan Xuan and cleaned them. Then I took Yang Han away from the cemetery.

Back in Jiangzhou, Yang Han said she needed to send a package to a friend in Sichuan and asked me to accompany her to the courier company. I wanted to ask her, "How did you, a ten-year-old girl, get a friend from another province? And was it a boy or a girl?" But then I realized I was already old enough to ask such questions.

They, the young people, have their own things to do, and although Yang Han is only ten years old, she is very sensible, so I didn't ask too many questions and followed her to the express company.

This express delivery company is the "Thunder Express" that was once owned by Zhao Xi, but now it is no longer the same. Over the past century, this company has changed several directors, and even now, I don't know who owns it.

Yang Han went in to deal with the express delivery, while I walked around the company.

Inside this express delivery company, there is a vague feeling of déjà vu. Although many places are different, some iconic buildings still exist.

After all, I worked as a courier in this company for several years.

Before I knew it, I'd arrived at the warehouse where the packages were stored. From inside, I could hear the laughter and chatter of the delivery guys. This warehouse was where I first fought a ghost. I vaguely remember the ghost's name, perhaps "Huo Yan"? It was also here that I covered Ning Xue's head with my pants stained with boy's urine...

It's so funny just thinking about it. Why did I cover Ning Xue's head with my pants? It seems like someone asked me to do this... Who was it?

I stood at the door and laughed foolishly. The couriers who were sorting the parcels in the warehouse thought I was crazy and came over to chase me away.

I left the warehouse and slowly walked to the toilet on the third floor, not far from the warehouse. The toilet now looks much better than before, and is also cleaner and tidier.

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