Cheng Yehan was tidying up the things Cheng Huasheng had prepared for him inside the house.
The thermos flask, two newly made sets of clothes, two pairs of shoes, a newly made quilt, and inside the quilt sheet, some calcium tablets brought from the port city and bought from abroad.
Cheng Yehan's eyes were a little moist, and she opened the blankets again.
Inside were several bags of cookies, walnut cookies, a box of tea, and a letter.
Cheng Yehan's lips moved slightly as she reached out and opened the letter.
There was no letter inside, only a photograph.
There were quite a few people in the photo, some of whom he recognized or vaguely remembered.
Among them was his youngest son, Cheng Huasheng. In the photo, the youngest son is holding the hand of a little girl, with a quiet woman beside her. They are standing in the middle, with four young men on either side.
Cheng Yehan remembered the one standing at the very back.
That was Wenyun, the son of his eldest son, his first grandson.
Before he was arrested, he had three grandsons: Wencheng, Shaojun, and Shaotian.
Cheng Yehan's eyes welled up with tears, and his withered fingers touched each person in the photo, memorizing their appearance.
When you turn the photo over, you can see his son's handwriting on the back.
The photos were taken before we set off to find you. In order, they are Wencheng, Wenyun, me, Keke, my wife Ailian, Shaotian, and Shaojun.
Father, we are doing well in Beijing. Please take good care of yourself and don't worry.
—Your son, Cheng Huasheng
Only his youngest son and his grandson...
His wife, eldest son, second son, eldest daughter-in-law, second daughter-in-law...
Cheng Yehan realized something, and the old man suddenly lost control of his emotions and burst into tears in the small house.
...
That evening, Zhou Yang and Zhou Miao ate the meal their mother had prepared.
Although the food wasn't very tasty, they didn't complain and finished their meal obediently. Jiang Ci then told them to practice writing and washed all the pots and pans herself.
When Zhou Mingli was around, she never had to worry about the kitchen. At most, she would help by lighting the fire, serving dishes, and providing emotional support. Zhou Mingli would then enthusiastically finish all the work.
Only now, when she did it herself, did she truly understand how fragmented and tiring the work in the kitchen is.
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With Zhou Mingli not home, she had no one to gossip with.
After finishing her work in the kitchen, Jiang Ci checked the homework of her two children.
As expected, Zhou Yang, that little brat, barely wrote a few words and was given a quiet scolding by Jiang Ci. He cried and splashed water on his face while taking a bath.
"Mommy ahh ...
When Jiang Ci returned from outside, she saw Zhou Yang with a face full of water, pretending to cry.
Jiang Ci didn't hold back and slapped the kid's butt.
Sitting on the bed, Zhou Miao, who had already washed up, giggled as she watched her brother make a fool of himself.
Zhou Yang pouted, behaving himself, his big eyes still fixed on Zhou Miao, as if he were holding a grudge.
After Jiang Ci finished her work, she took a shower and brushed her teeth before blowing out the oil lamp and lying down to sleep.
Perhaps it was because she had been thinking about it during the day that she dreamed about it at night, but Jiang Ci had a dream as soon as she fell asleep.
She dreamed of her grandfather.
Jiang Ci was raised by her grandparents because her parents were too busy with their business. Her grandfather always said that she was naughty when she was a child. She was only three and a half years old and dared to fight with five or six-year-olds. If she couldn't beat them, she would run home crying and complaining to him, asking him to get revenge.
Only after her grandfather helped her scare all the children who had bullied her would she stop crying and start smiling, then whine and ask her grandfather to carry her home.
When I encounter barbecue vendors on the street, my mouth waters.
During summer vacation, she visited her grandfather, and whenever he mentioned this, Jiang Ci would always firmly say it was impossible.
Because she hardly eats barbecue at all.
Grandpa just smiled without saying a word, and went to his 'treasure trove' to rummage through it. He found a photo of her when she was little and showed her how she used to pester her grandma and grandpa for food and candy.
That's the downside of having photos; any embarrassing thing you did as a child could be recorded!
The old man loves fishing and all kinds of wood. His grandmother always worries that he goes out fishing all day long. The riverbank is so slippery, what if something happens?
Grandpa always says with a smile that he won't go next time, but he will still go next time.
Jiang Ci's memories of winter and summer vacations from elementary school to junior high school are all of her grandparents.
But... the old man left too early; he passed away during her high school entrance exams.
The doctor said he passed away suddenly. In the two hours before he died, he insisted on going to the city to see his granddaughter. He was sitting on the sofa waiting for the car to arrive when, in the blink of an eye, he closed his eyes forever.
Jiang Ci didn't even make it to see her one last time.
She dreamed that she was taking a nap next to her grandfather, who took the palm-leaf fan that her grandmother had given him and slowly fanned her.
I dreamt that my grandfather caught a fish and happily said he would make braised fish for his beloved granddaughter. I dreamt that his wise, tolerant, and loving eyes were looking at her intently as she walked further and further away.
Jiang Ci kept wanting to turn back, but it felt like there were two hands behind her, constantly pushing her forward, making her get further and further away from her grandfather.
Jiang Ci suddenly opened her eyes, looked at the dimly lit sky, and felt a persistent, fine pain in her chest, like spring rain.
She was thinking about her grandfather.
I'm also thinking about my parents.
They only had her as their daughter, and how much pain they must have felt when their beloved daughter suddenly passed away.
Jiang Ci turned around and quickly wiped away the tears from her eyes.
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