Chapter 59: The island is too humid; this is a way to expel the dampness.
Xie Mian: "Go!"
Neither Huo Zhenhua nor Wang Qinglin left.
A person lay casually in a bamboo rocking chair, gazing absently at the blue sky, tapping the armrest with one hand and fiddling with a lighter with the other, their thoughts wandering off somewhere else.
A man squatted silently in the corner of the yard, swinging his arm to chop firewood with all his might, while a small pile of firewood was neatly stacked next to him.
Su Meng coughed lightly: "Commander Huo, my uncle invites you."
Huo Zhenhua raised an eyebrow, glanced at her red eyes, nodded, and went inside.
Wang Qinglin walked over carrying an axe, leaned closer, and said, "Comrade Su, are you really Xie Mian's family member?"
They weren't eavesdropping on purpose; it was just that Su Meng and the other two weren't deliberately avoiding them. The door was ajar and the windows were wide open, making it impossible for anyone not to hear.
Su Meng followed his gaze to the doors and windows, her lips twitched, and she said very seriously, "It's probably true!"
Aside from the bloodline characteristics of Xie Mian and Xiao Qi.
The elderly person also has facial features that are extremely similar to those in the photo—a dimple on the left cheek and a small mole just below the lower lip.
Everything proves that they are a family.
"If a paternity test can be done, I'm not afraid," Su Meng said to herself.
I remember my grandfather, on his deathbed, clutching my grandmother's photo and weakly telling me, "...go find...her."
At that time, Su Meng was still young. She didn't understand the meaning of death, nor could she comprehend the old man's instructions.
When Su Meng was eight years old, her mother passed away, and that's when she learned what death meant.
That means your loved one has left forever. From now on, there will be no more of her voice, her smile, her warm companionship, or her meticulous care.
The father was heartbroken and would spend the whole night staring blankly at the family photo and pictures. Sometimes he would force himself to tell Su Meng the stories in the photos.
Therefore, finding his lost grandmother was not only his father's responsibility and obsession, but also Su Meng's obsession at a young age.
Unexpectedly, fate intervened, and she unexpectedly encountered Xie Mian, thus finding her long-lost grandmother.
“I was luckier than my father; I found my grandmother before my father.”
She proudly raised her chin, her smile radiant and bright.
The midday sun shone through the leaves in the courtyard, dappled light swaying on her like countless dancers celebrating her.
The next instant, a coin-sized halo of light hit her dimple, bouncing and swaying within it, making even the fine hairs on her face glow with a warm light.
Just like her radiant appearance, she almost made people mistake her for an elf who had fallen from a tree.
Wang Qinglin's gesture of congratulations, clasped in front of his chest while holding an axe, froze in mid-air. He was stunned! Completely dumbfounded!
When Huo Zhenhua came out, he saw the two people in the courtyard who seemed frozen in time. His heart skipped a beat for a moment, and his breathing became disordered.
He was jealous and envious!
"cough!"
He forcefully broke the silence, glancing at Wang Qinglin before looking at Su Meng: "Your uncle wants you to come in."
Su Meng seemed oblivious to the strange atmosphere that had just occurred, flicking the tip of her ponytail that had slipped down to her chest behind her. "My uncle called me!"
She started running, her long ponytail swinging behind her head, light and breezy, a far cry from her usual dullness and repression.
Wang Qinglin asked in a low voice, "Are you really sure?"
Huo Zhenhua lay back in the rocking chair, feeling a mix of emotions. "It should be."
He glanced quickly at the photo, and when he saw the woman in it, he realized, "So that's how it is."
No other reason than that they look too alike!
It's no wonder that Su Meng was moved to tears as soon as she saw the old man.
Inside the house, the old man seemed much calmer, but he was still looking through the photos with teary eyes, as if he could see a glimpse of fireworks through the pictures.
She sometimes smiled calmly, sometimes sadly, and most of all, she longed for someone.
Seeing this, Su Meng slowed her pace, her upturned lips slowly turning down, her face solemn.
Xie Mian beckoned to her, "Xiao Meng, come here."
Su Meng jogged over and called out in a muffled voice, "Uncle!"
Xie Mian naturally heard what she said in the courtyard, and felt a bitter taste in his mouth.
He sighed, "Child, you've suffered! Don't worry, we're family, there's no need for a paternity test."
From now on, you can settle down and live at home without worry.
This is your home, and our home.
"Our home?" Su Meng repeated, her heart warming. "It's our home. Grandpa said on his deathbed that he must find Grandma and not let her suffer anymore."
Uncle, I've finally found Grandma, and I've found you all.
Her voice was lively, and the light in her eyes was hotter than the midday sun.
"Yes! Xiaomeng is amazing! Don't cry, or Xiaoqi will cry too." Xie Mian couldn't help but tear up, his nose tingled, and his breathing became heavier, but he tried his best to hold back.
Su Meng smiled and wiped her tears hard with her sleeve, saying with a smile, "I'm not crying, I'm happy. It's just that the humidity on the island is too high, this is to expel the dampness."
Upon hearing her words, Xie Mian's taut heartstrings snapped with a "bang." He disregarded the notion that a man shouldn't easily shed tears, nor was he afraid of losing face by crying in front of a junior. He laughed and laughed, and tears streamed down his face.
Xiao Qi, who had just woken up, saw Su Meng and Xie Mian crying. She was about to open her mouth and cry loudly when she saw that they were smiling. She was stunned for a moment, looking left and right, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.
Wang Qinglin in the yard couldn't hold back any longer. He chopped down with his axe, splitting the firewood in two. The pieces fell to the ground with a "crash," accompanied by his hearty laughter, which startled Su Meng so much that she forgot to sniff.
Huo Zhenhua glanced into the room, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Ha! She's certainly unconventional!
The old man remained immersed in his own world.
Her breathing grew heavier and heavier, her face filled with longing, sorrow, grief, and a hint of grievance.
His lips trembled faster and faster, and the flesh on his face trembled sadly as well.
His face turned pale instantly.
Xiaoqi was the first to notice the old lady's unusual behavior. She crawled over from the other end of the bed, hugged her arm, and cried out in a tearful voice, "Grandma?"
Startled, Xie Mian immediately sat up and reached out to pull the old man who had slid off the chair, but this aggravated his wound. He groaned and turned pale with pain.
Su Meng picked up the old woman and pinched her philtrum, then took out a calming pill. "Grandma, don't worry! Breathe, inhale, breathe... that's it."
The old man finally calmed down and burst into tears.
She slapped her face hard with both hands, the resulting gust of wind stinging Su Meng's skin and startling her into a sharp contraction of her pupils.
Grandma has made up her mind!
How much hatred and resentment must she have felt to hurt herself so relentlessly?
If Su Meng hadn't been holding her so tightly, she would have been determined to kill herself by banging her head against a wall.
Su Meng cried and hugged her, trying her best to comfort her: "Grandma, everything will be alright! As long as we are all okay, everyone can rest easy!"
It seems that Grandma has remembered everything.
"It's all my fault! If I hadn't insisted on acknowledging my family, Grandma wouldn't be so heartbroken and in pain." Su Meng cried and pleaded, "Grandma, hit me if you want. Waaah... My uncle originally wanted me to stay at home, but I insisted on taking out the photos. It's all my fault!"
Before she could finish speaking, Xie Mian, clutching his chest and with red eyes, waved his hand to interrupt, "Xiao Meng, don't overthink it. Grandma's just venting. It's not your fault!"
Grandma seemed to have heard Su Meng's words as well, and slowly calmed down, but she still couldn't stop convulsing, her whole body exuding dejection and... death.
Su Meng was startled, and quickly took out another pill. "Grandma, you should take a nap. You'll feel better when you wake up!"
Just then, the light at the doorway dimmed.
One person walked in against the light first.
"What are you doing?"
Upon hearing this, Xie Mian struggled to his feet and saluted: "Greetings, Commander!"
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