Chapter 245 From Black Hair to White Hair
Aunt Zhang, the nanny, came out, rubbing her apron. "It's Miss Ning. The old man went out early this morning. He must have gone to the orchard again. He goes there all day long."
Moss called the old man, but no one answered.
Ning Fengsheng frowned: "I'll go to the orchard to find him."
She couldn't wait to see her grandfather after not seeing him for over a year...
Nanchuan Shijue saw that she was running too fast and almost tripped, so he grabbed her wrist.
"Be careful."
Ning Fengsheng steadied his steps.
Nanchuan Shijue didn't let go, just holding her hand, and the two of them walked along the path behind the house towards the orchard.
The road was relatively flat at first, but the ground became wetter and muddier as we walked along.
Nanchuan Shijue frowned and carefully avoided the puddles and mud on the ground.
Even so, the brand new leather shoes were inevitably covered with dirt and grass clippings.
The man looked at his shoes that were gradually getting dirty, and his expression became gloomy.
"The road in the orchard is even more difficult to walk on." Ning Fengsheng turned around and looked at him. "If you mind, you can go back to the old house and wait."
Nanchuan Shijue's eyes flashed with displeasure: "Moss, go find two plastic bags."
Moss was stunned for a moment, then reacted and immediately trotted off to look for the plastic bag.
After a while, he came back panting with two plastic bags.
Nanchuan Shijue took the plastic bags and gracefully put them on his shoes, replacing them with "shoe covers".
"Master, you're so clever!" Moss, a master of flattery, said, "Now, you won't be afraid of mud or water!"
Ning Fengsheng secretly laughed at his serious look.
What kind of expensive shoes has Nanchuan Spyker not worn?
Stepping into the orchard, the sunlight shines through the gaps between the leaves, casting mottled light and shadows on the ground.
There were exquisite wooden signs hanging on each fruit tree.
The sign lists the type of fruit tree, the planting time, and a romantic message.
Ning Fengsheng approached a cherry tree and read the words on the wooden sign: "Spring awakens the hibernating cherry trees through a gentle southerly breeze, and even heavy snow cannot erase the mark we left on each other."
"What is this?" She looked at Uncle Li in confusion.
Uncle Li, the gardener, was pruning the branches. "The old man and the old lady met in this orchard. This is probably the love letter they wrote to each other."
Ning Fengsheng walked towards another pine tree. There was a wooden sign that read: "I'm waiting for you here. In the shadow of the pine tree, the wind lets go."
Her fingers gently stroked the faded handwriting, as if she was touching the love of her grandparents when they were young.
The serious and old-fashioned grandfather in my memory never said "I love you", let alone expressed his emotions...
I didn’t expect that they also have their own way of expressing their emotions.
"This citrus tree was planted by the old lady herself. At that time, the old man watered it too much and it almost died of waterlogging." Uncle Li pointed to a short tree and saw a wooden sign that read, "Small citrus trees need plenty of water but are afraid of waterlogging, just like you."
Ning Fengsheng couldn't help but smile. It was great that grandpa and grandma loved each other.
She looked at Nanchuan Shijue who was walking beside her. He was frowning at his feet tied with plastic bags, looking funny and cute.
"The old man is under the big apple tree at the back," said Uncle Li. "That's his and the old lady's favorite place."
"Thank you, Uncle Li."
Ning Fengsheng walked along the road and saw the romantic words carved on the fruit trees. Some of them were apologies written by his grandparents after they had an argument and ignored each other; some were records of important moments in their lives; some were the joy of their first child, which they excitedly wanted to announce to the whole world...
She looked at Nanchuan Shijue beside her and suddenly envied her grandparents' love.
Raising children, supporting each other, and watching the days slowly pass by...
How happy she is! Can she and Nanchuan Shijue be together too?
…
The huge apple tree came into view, and Ning Fengsheng immediately saw his grandfather sitting on the ground, leaning against the trunk.
The wind blew his sparse white hair. He fell asleep with his grandmother's portrait in his arms and a peaceful smile on his lips.
Everyone stopped, not wanting to break the silence.
Ning Fengsheng smiled and looked up - he saw a wooden sign hanging on the fruit tree swaying gently in the wind. It read: "I want to be with you, from youth to old age, walk together until old age, and share the beauty of the world."
I had a vague premonition in my heart.
"Grandpa?" she called softly.
No response.
She quickly stepped forward and gently shook the old man's shoulders: "Grandpa!"
Uncle Li stepped forward and tremblingly sniffed the old man's breath: "The old man has gone to accompany the old lady..."
Ning Fengsheng's world stopped at that moment.
She felt her legs go weak and her body fell forward involuntarily.
A pair of strong arms caught her, and Nanchuan Shijue held her tightly in his arms.
She leaned on his strong chest, tears streaming down her face.
"This is a happy funeral, Miss Ning, don't cry." Uncle Li took off his hat and knelt on the ground.
"Yes, yes..." Moss whispered, "The old man passed away peacefully and calmly."
The wind blew through the entire orchard, and the leaves rustled, as if telling the laughter and love of my grandparents when they were young.
Ning Fengsheng bit her lips, trying to hold back her tears, her nails digging deep into her palms.
Suddenly, a drop of cold water fell on her face, followed by the second drop, the third drop...
In a blink of an eye, heavy rain poured down.
"Take the old man back." Nanchuan Shijue ordered in a deep voice.
The bodyguards immediately stepped forward and carefully lifted up Grandpa's body.
The rain was getting heavier. Nanchuan Shijue bent down, picked up Ning Fengsheng horizontally, and walked back with big strides.
Since the shoes were covered with plastic bags, rainwater kept accumulating inside.
Halfway through the walk, the plastic bag on his feet was filled with rainwater, making a gurgling sound with every step.
Nanchuan Shijue didn't care at all and just hugged the person in his arms tighter.
When we returned to the old house, everyone was soaked.
Nanchuan Shijue's "carefully protected" pair of leather shoes were soaked in the rainwater in the plastic bag. But he held Ning Fengsheng all the way and never let go.
The man's hair was plastered to his forehead and raindrops were running down his cheeks.
He didn't care about himself, but just looked down at the woman in his arms and asked softly, "Haven't you cried enough?"
“…”
"It's said it's a happy funeral."
"I know..." Ning Fengsheng buried her face in his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, tears bursting out.
Tears mixed with raindrops kept dripping, and she didn't know whether she was crying for her grandfather's death or moved by the relationship between him and her grandmother.
"I just feel... I envy my grandparents... They have such a deep relationship... Grandma just passed away, and he couldn't wait a moment longer..." He didn't even get to see her for the last time.
"What's there to envy?" Nanchuan Shijue said solemnly, "I can do it too."
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