The next morning, Sheng Xuan drove to the old house.
His eyes were slightly dark, and his brows and eyes showed signs of fatigue, clearly indicating that he hadn't slept much last night due to being busy.
Ning Lang was still asleep, and A Lü had gone out to play, so he had to wait outside the door.
Grandpa Ning, who was returning from practicing Tai Chi in the back garden, saw him and took a detour to come over.
"Grandpa Ning," Sheng Xuan greeted him quickly.
Ning Gu smiled kindly, chatted with him for a few words, then looked at Ning Lang's room and sighed almost imperceptibly: "She still harbors resentment towards you."
Sheng Xuan lowered her eyes, her gaze filled with gloom.
"I know. It's my fault for being stupid and slow to react. It's not her fault."
Ning Gu patted his shoulder gently and said, "It's always a good thing to have feelings for each other. You two still have to get through this difficult time yourselves."
"Yes, thank you, Grandpa Ning." Sheng Xuan nodded respectfully.
Ning Gu nodded lightly and turned to leave—but then stopped.
"Ah-Xuan, there's something I need to tell you."
Sheng Xuan stepped forward and asked, "What is it?"
Ning Gu said in a low voice, "After the New Year, we received a slow mail package at the old house, with my name as the recipient. I can't learn how to do online shopping like young people do, so I asked Butler Liu to handle it. If it was a gift from an old friend, I would return the favor. Unexpectedly, the contents inside were sent by your grandfather."
Sheng Xuan stared in surprise: "My grandfather?"
His father passed away almost a year ago. Where could he have sent the slow mail? Could it have been sent by him before he died?
Ning Gu beckoned to him and said, "Come with me."
Sheng Xuan hurriedly followed the old man to the side hall in the backyard, where he soon saw a very familiar, simple wooden box.
Ning Gu tapped the box and explained, "This is the only box in the package. There are no words on it. The sender is your grandfather. Before he passed away, I visited him several times and said everything I needed to say. He probably had eyes and ears around him and couldn't entrust this to me in person, so he had to use this method to deliver it. This must be what he asked me to give to you."
Sheng Xuan stroked the simple wooden box, her eyes slightly reddening.
"This... is a gift I gave to my grandfather on his eighty-fifth birthday."
He was going through a rebellious phase at the time, running off to hang out every day, and constantly infuriating his father.
Uncle Qing reminded him that next week was the old man's birthday, and he turned around to ask the old man what gift he wanted.
The old man sneered and said, "Everything you have was paid for by your family. If you're so capable, give me something with your own skills. Even if it's worthless and has no practical value, I, the old man, will still like it."
He was strong-willed and proud, and couldn't withstand the old man's provocation. He immediately shouted, "You wait!"
A few days later, on the old man's birthday, he received as many expensive gifts as usual, but he secretly handed him a crudely made wooden box.
The old man glanced at his scarred hands, smiled slightly, and said that this gift was extremely precious, adding that he would keep it for a lifetime.
Ning Gu said in a low voice, "I know he's bragged about it to me several times. We're old brothers, we don't owe each other anything. This should be something he asked me to give to you. I haven't opened it, so take a good look at it yourself."
“…Thank you.” Sheng Xuan’s handsome face tightened as he slowly reached out and opened the box.
The next moment, a small envelope appeared, with only three simple words on it: "For Xuan'er."
With red eyes and trembling hands, Sheng Xuan opened the package—it contained several old land deeds and a will!
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