Chapter 486
The father and daughter thanked the enthusiastic villagers and looked along the winding path. The path was indeed narrow and difficult to pass.
So he decided to follow the villagers' advice and park the car in front of Wu Dawang's house.
The two men carried bags full of gifts and walked in the direction the villagers pointed.
A gentle breeze blew along the way, bringing the mixed scent of soil and grass from the fields. It only took fifteen minutes to reach Uncle Wu's home.
Compared to the last time I came, the Wu family's yard is also brand new.
Although the architectural appearance of the courtyard has not changed substantially, it gives people a sense of vitality.
There is a row of flowers and plants planted under the courtyard wall, and two new small trees have been planted outside, dispelling the previous gloom.
The scene was so similar to before. Uncle Wu's great-grandson was still squatting outside the courtyard gate, petting the cat attentively.
In two years, he grew a lot taller, his originally thin body gained some flesh, his face became rounder, and his complexion became rosy and he looked very healthy.
The black cat with heterochromia was lying comfortably in the sun, its fur shiny and smooth.
After seeing Su Miao and his daughter, it was no longer as alert as last time. Its ears, which had been erect, now drooped relaxedly, its tail swayed gently, and it meowed lazily.
The cry was soft and long, as if it was greeting an old friend it hadn't seen for a long time.
Su Miao remembered that the child's name was Xiao Sen. With a gentle smile on her face, she walked forward, bowed slightly and said to him:
"Hello, Xiaosen. We came to your house two years ago. Is your father here?"
Xiao Sen raised his head, the sunlight shone on his face, outlining his tender features.
He squinted his eyes and looked at Su Miao who was standing against the light. Then he grinned. He was in the process of replacing his front teeth and said with a hint of air:
"You are here as expected. Come in with me. My dad is at home."
The father and daughter followed Xiao Sen into the yard. Su Miao discovered that the changes in the yard were even greater than those outside.
Not only were new trees planted and chickens raised, but many flowers and plants were also arranged, creating a thriving scene.
Compared with before, this yard is like a monotonous black and white photo, which has been carefully painted with colorful colors and is full of the breath of life.
"Please sit down for a while. I'll go call my parents."
Xiao Sen said this crisply, turned around and ran into the house.
Mom and Dad? Su Miao was keenly aware of this word. He had heard Wu Dawang say before that Mr. Wu San had few children.
His son and daughter-in-law passed away in their twenties. His grandson Wu Miao could not speak since childhood. His grandson's wife died of complications during childbirth when giving birth to Xiaosen, and Xiaosen was also weak since childhood.
Could it be that Wu Miao remarried?
Looking at the cozy layout of the courtyard and Xiao Sen's healthy and lively appearance, Su Miao couldn't help but guess that it must be because the family had the careful care of the hostess.
Not long after, Wu Miao came out of the main room. He was smiling, gesturing quickly with his hands, and greeting the two of them warmly.
Xiao Sen sat next to his father and translated for him carefully:
"My father sends his regards to you. He said that before my great-grandfather passed away, he told us that you would come to our house again, so he invited us into the yard to rest and have some tea."
Su Yuanzheng asked politely, "Excuse me, when did the Third Master die? Did he die of illness..."
His words were filled with concern and caution.
"My great-grandfather passed away right after the Lunar New Year last year. He wasn't ill. He arranged his funeral and passed away in his sleep."
Su Miao and his father looked at each other, their eyes full of emotion. They both thought in their hearts that he was indeed a person with magical powers. It was a blessing that he could die so peacefully.
Su Miao looked solemn and said softly:
"Thanks to Mr. San for helping our family out of trouble, I was planning to move to another place and wanted to visit him before leaving, but I didn't expect he was no longer around.
I wonder where the Third Master is buried. Can we go and pay our respects to him? Let's express our gratitude."
Her eyes revealed deep regret and respect.
Xiao Sen said calmly, "My ancestor has no tomb. He has returned to the dust after his death. He told you not to worry about him anymore. Just live your life well."
Komori's voice was childish, but the words he spoke carried a certain detachment.
After they chatted for a while, a young woman came out from the kitchen and brought out mung bean porridge to treat them.
Xiao Sen smiled, his eyes curved into crescents, and introduced: "This is my new mother."
The woman had a gentle smile on her face and nodded slightly to them.
After eating the sweet soup, Su Miao and his father left the gifts and went back.
Before leaving, Su Miao took out a business card from her bag, handed it to Xiao Sen, and said seriously:
"Xiao Sen, here's my home phone number. If you need help in the future, you can call this number. Although I'm going out of town, my family will pass on the message to me."
Xiao Sen took the business card and nodded solemnly:
"Thank you, sister. My great-grandfather told me that if you leave your phone number, I can give you this little bell."
He took out a small bell tied with a red string from his trouser pocket. The golden bell was very small and reflected light under the sunlight. You had to hold it close to your ear to hear the faint sound.
"Did your grandparents tell me where to hang this little bell?" Su Miao asked curiously.
"Whatever." Komori replied briefly.
"Okay, thank you."
Su Miao took the bell and gently wrapped the red rope around her finger.
The father and daughter walked back to Wu Dawang's house to get the car. As soon as they started the car, they saw Wu Dawang coming back on a bicycle.
With his wife in the back seat and his daughter on the front bumper, Wu Dawang was grinning with a worthless look.
Thinking back to what he said before about his father-in-law not allowing him to go to pay New Year's greetings, it seems now that his father-in-law has obviously accepted him.
Wu Dawang saw a car parked at the door of his house and looked towards the driver's seat with curiosity. After seeing that it was Su Yuanzheng and Su Miao, he shouted in surprise:
"Brother Yuan! Miaomiao! Why are you here?"
The voice was full of surprise.
Su Yuanzheng turned off the engine, got out of the car with Su Miao, and said to Wu Dawang:
"I wanted to visit Third Master Wu today, so I came to see you first. If you weren't here, we would have gone directly to Third Master's house. I didn't expect that he had already passed away."
"Brother Yuan, Miaomiao, come to my house and sit down. I'll tell you slowly."
Wu Dawang invited enthusiastically.
From his mouth, the father and daughter heard more details that they were reluctant to ask before.
After resolving their family's issues, Uncle Wu San completely closed his job and no longer took on any other matters.
At the same time, his body was visibly weakening, but he did not allow his family to tell anyone outside about this matter. It was because Wu Dawang was the introducer of the Su family that he knew the inside story.
Uncle Wu Sanye's health was poor, but his mood was surprisingly good. He once told Wu Dawang that the shackles on his family were about to be released.
In the last two months before his death, he arranged a lot of things, including those in his own home and in the village. Then one afternoon, he fell asleep in the yard in the sun.
Following Mr. Wu San's instructions, Wu Miao cremated his body and dumped it into the river behind the village.
A few months after his death, Wu Miao married a new wife, who soon became pregnant.
Not long ago, a pair of healthy twins were born to the Wu family, and the misfortune of losing offspring seemed to be gone.
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The car slowly drove away from Wujia Village, and the wheels raised some dust.
Su Miao looked through the car window at the small tree at the entrance of the village gradually moving away in the rearview mirror. The small tree swayed gently in the wind, as if waving goodbye.
She looked at the small bell in her hand again, feeling mixed emotions. The bell swayed slightly in her palm, as if carrying Mr. Wu Sanye's instructions and blessings.
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