Shen Jinmo did not blame Lu Zhiwei. The old lady was old and frail, and the doctor had issued a final critical condition notice.
Miracles will not happen again, but sadness and grief are unavoidable.
On the way back from the funeral home after the body was cremated, Shen Jinmo, as the eldest grandson, personally carried the urn containing the ashes.
The Song siblings traveled together.
Shen Jinmo found it an eyesore, so he handed the box to Shen Jiarui and went to Song Anran to question her: "The person Grandma saw before she died was you. What exactly did you say to her?"
"I just wanted to make her happy, so I told her that the child in my belly is her great-grandson. What's wrong with that?" Song Anran looked at Shen Jinmo innocently.
"Really? Are you sure that's all you said?"
“Otherwise what? My brother is here too, he can testify.” Song Anran pulled out Song Hanzheng.
Shen Jinmo clenched his fist: "Then look at the last expression on her face, was she smiling?"
"She was hoping for a child with you and Lu Zhiwei. She had an abortion, so it's understandable that she was heartbroken. Shouldn't this be blamed on you and Lu Zhiwei? What does it have to do with me?" Song Anran's question left Shen Jinmo speechless.
Yes, if he and Lu Zhiwei had a stable relationship and had that child.
Perhaps then the old lady will truly be happy and no longer have regrets.
All the blame lies with him!
Shen Jinmo did not press the matter further. He took the urn from Shen Jiarui and returned to the Shen family's old house to bring the old lady's ashes back to the mourning hall for worship.
Song Anran did not return to the Shen family's old house.
She feared the old woman's ghost would come to claim her life in the middle of the night, and that she might not be able to keep the child in her womb.
She returned to the apartment that her brother, Song Hanzheng, had bought for her.
Song Hanzheng took off his coat and prepared to go to the kitchen to cook for her.
Before entering the room, Song Hanzheng asked her earnestly and seriously, "When I went to buy you food, what did you say to the old lady in the ward? I was there for quite a while, so you must have said more than just two sentences?"
"Brother, what else can I say? The old lady is dying on her own, how can she blame me? What are you doubting? Do you think I'd make her angry to death?" Song Anran retorted with a barrage of questions.
Song Hanzheng then gave up and did not pursue the matter further.
The old lady's funeral was an unprecedentedly grand affair, which shocked the entire Yunzhou.
Lu Zhiwei returned to the Shen family as their granddaughter-in-law to attend the funeral.
After the funeral, once everyone had left, Lu Zhiwei, carrying a beautifully sculpted baby, came to the grave and kowtowed to the old lady.
I only wish that the old lady has no more worries in this world.
...
The design league finals were held as scheduled a week later.
Shen Jinmo rallied from her grief and entered the competition venue as promised, becoming one of the judges for the final round.
As the organizer, Lu Zhiwei is not allowed to join the judging panel.
Backstage at the competition venue, Lu Zhiwei stayed by Jiang Zhan's side.
This was the first time Jiang Zhan had stepped onto the field using his left hand since injuring his right.
He didn't know how well he would perform.
"Don't worry, even if you don't get first place, you're still my best little brother." Lu Zhiwei patted Jiang Zhan on the shoulder, specifically to encourage him.
"Sister, you're so outstanding, of course I'm not bad either, otherwise, how could I be worthy of being your brother?" Jiang Zhan smiled, opened his arms, and hugged Lu Zhiwei tightly.
At that moment, there was a knock on the door of the backstage lounge.
A pretty young girl peeked half her head through the crack in the door: "Did I disturb you?"
Upon seeing that it was Zhou Shuang, Lu Zhiwei immediately understood and smiled at Jiang Zhan, saying, "Someone else has come to cheer you on. I won't disturb you any longer."
Lu Zhiwei tactfully left the lounge.
Zhou Shuang called her "Sister Lu," then slipped into the lounge and locked the door.
Jiang Zhan tried to call out to Lu Zhiwei, but she had already run away.
Only he and Zhou Shuang remained in the lounge.
"Aren't you in school?" Jiang Zhan scratched his head awkwardly.
"You finished your credits ahead of schedule and took a summer vacation, huh? What, you don't welcome me?" Zhou Shuang put her hands behind her back and approached Jiang Zhan step by step.
Jiang Zhan awkwardly retreated, completely cornered by the little girl, with nowhere left to go.
His tall body was taut, as if he were about to be tortured.
Every time Zhou Shuang got close to him, he looked like he was about to die a heroic death.
Zhou Shuang stopped half a meter away and chuckled.
"You're not Tang Sanzang, and I'm not a demon, so don't act like I want to eat you every time. I'm just here to cheer you on today."
Zhou Shuang took out the violin she had brought from behind her back, opened the case and took the violin out.
In front of Jiang Zhan, she personally composed a piece of music that she had created for him.
Unlike usual, she normally plucked the strings with her left hand and held the bow with her right.
But today she did the complete opposite, holding the bow with her left hand and plucking the string with her right.
The music quality was not diminished at all by her switching hands.
As melodious and beautiful as ever.
The song ended.
Zhou Shuang put down the zither and asked him with a smile, "Did it sound good?"
Jiang Zhan nodded, undeniably agreeing that she was a rare musical genius.
“I switched hands specifically for you, Jiang Zhan. What I want to tell you is that we are both geniuses. What the right hand can do, the left hand can also do. If I can do it, so can you.”
Jiang Zhan raised his eyes and stared at her intently.
In the past, he just thought she was a little princess who hadn't grown up and didn't understand the coldness of human relationships.
Now he realizes he was wrong.
She was more mature and charming than he had imagined.
"Thank you. I will win the match."
Jiang Zhan initially thought that it would be good enough if he could make it into the top three.
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