Chapter 52 They all scolded me
At first, the old man was quite happy when he heard his granddaughter's words.
Thinking about how smart his father is.
But he soon realized that this was just a roundabout way of saying that he was stupid, which was why his father had predicted that he would have a difficult life in the future so long ago.
The old man was worried.
Not long ago, when my granddaughter was buying this and that, she thought she was a cute little cotton-padded jacket. Now, the little cotton-padded jacket was caught off guard and leaked.
"Great grandpa is doing well~"
Xie Lingjiao used to think it was pitiful that her grandfather was often scolded by her grandmother in this world, and she had to divide the family business at a very old age to reconcile.
If it weren't for the property left behind by my great-grandfather, I would have to eat chaffy vegetables with my two sons now.
Oh no.
With her here, at least the family can still have rice.
It's just that her financial resources are not as good as those of her great-grandfather, and the money is not enough for her father and second uncle to buy a house in peace and settle down in the town with confidence.
The most important thing is that her mother won't let her take out so much money and spend it together.
Xie Lingjiao: "I feel like Grandpa loves you very much!" Otherwise, I wouldn't think so much about him.
Love...
The old man is quite old.
Suddenly hearing such a word "weiwai", a look of shock appeared on his face.
After a brief blank period in the brain.
He also understood what his granddaughter meant.
Tears shed unconsciously in his eyes full of vicissitudes of life.
Yes, even if my mother hates him and looks down on him, she still has a father.
Even when he was seriously ill, he did not forget his father who planned for him.
"Are you okay, Grandpa?" You were fine just now, why are you crying all of a sudden?
Xie Lingjiao was startled and quickly took out her handkerchief to wipe her grandfather's tears.
"It's okay... you're right." The old man cried more and more fiercely. He really missed his father. But he is old and his father has passed away many years ago.
He remembered less and less of his father.
"Father..."
The old man held the small box left by his father.
Tears flowed freely.
"Oh...Father...my son misses you so much..."
"If you were still alive when my son got married, you would definitely not let mother force me to marry Nalu Qiuye, right? Woohoo...Dad...I regret so much that I failed to disobey my mother that day."
"I'm too cowardly. I'm sorry for your teaching, dad..."
The old man cried quietly.
Holding the box tightly and mumbling.
"Grandpa, stop crying..."
Seeing her grandfather crying non-stop, Xie Lingjiao panicked.
He turned to his fourth cousin and asked hurriedly: "Fourth brother, what should we do now?"
Xie Qiongshu didn't react much to the old man's cry.
He has suffered from headaches for more than ten years and has endured as much pain as anyone else.
But for the sake of Fifth Sister.
Xie Qiongshu put down the tea cup and reminded the other party: "Grandpa is old and has a bad memory. If I could see my great-grandpa again in my dream at night, this should not happen again."
Makes sense.
But what should we do to make grandpa dream?
Xie Lingjiao's eyes were clear and...simple.
Xie Qiongshu was staring at her so eagerly that he could no longer sit idly by and ignore her. He stood up and fiddled with the wooden box held by the old man a few times.
"Click~"
The bottom layer of the box is obviously loose.
Open it and take a look.
Inside is a yellowed letter.
"My son?"
Xie Lingjiao took out the letter and pushed her grandfather, "Grandpa, please stop crying. Here is a letter left for you by your great-grandpa!"
My eyes were so wet that I couldn't see clearly the words on the letter.
The old man couldn't bear to waste any time, so he wiped his face randomly, struggled to hold back his tears, and opened the letter personally addressed to my son.
"My son Changyan, when you open this letter, I am afraid that your father is no longer alive..."
When his mother got him married, she left him in the town, and she and her brother went to Fucheng together with all their father's belongings.
His mother said he was stupid and would only be embarrassed even if he went to Fucheng. As for the letters his father said he wanted to write to him, his mother took them all away for reasons he couldn't understand.
"Pa-ta" "Pa-ta-pa-ta"
After decades of separation, Xie Changyan still hasn't forgotten his father's handwriting.
Xie Lingjiao took a sneak peek and whispered to Qimei: "Grandpa's handwriting is so beautiful!"
At the very bottom of the wooden box.
There is also a portrait.
Above, a handsome and handsome man holds a little boy in his arms.
"Wow!"
The man in this painting is so good-looking!
In her two lifetimes, Xie Lingjiao had seen that bastard rich man who was as good as him. She pulled her grandfather's hand excitedly, "Grandpa, look, is this your great-grandfather?"
The old man is still immersed in the letters his father left for him.
Pulled by his granddaughter, he looked over.
On the yellowed drawing paper, it looked like his father was holding him when he was young.
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"Woo...wuwuwuwu...Dad!"
"Dad! Mom scolded Chang'er again! She said that Chang'er was useless and would only embarrass you! She said that Chang'er was not worthy of being your son!"
“Mom doesn’t want me anymore!”
"Lu Qiuye, who she forced me to marry, was just like them, calling me a waste..."
So many years.
The old man finally found someone to whom he could cry and complain.
Cried very hard.
While crying, she told her that she once tried hard to make her mother happy. She studied hard day and night, had sex with her buttocks, and only slept for two hours a day.
But when he came home with the test paper that he had finally passed, his mother impatiently pushed him away.
She didn't even want to look at him.
After getting married, for the sake of his wife and children, he insisted on going out to farm before dawn even though he had blisters on his hands.
But she still disliked him as inferior to others.
It's a waste.
Waste, waste... He has heard too many words like this in his life.
"I'm sorry, Dad..."
"You said that if you get married, you should devote yourself to your wife and work hard to support your wife and children. But I... wu wu... I can't do it..."
Ever since the first time I heard Lu Qiuye calling him a loser behind his back.
Every time he saw her he would recall his mother beating him and scolding him harshly, trying to get him to improve.
In the end, I was disappointed and disgusted.
He coldly uttered the words "Rotten wood cannot be carved" and regarded him as nothing.
"I'm sorry, dad..."
"I can't do it, I really can't do it..."
The old man cried too much and did not dare to get close to the portrait.
Worried about the important thoughts that Hua's father left for her.
Xie Xiaocao carefully carried the painting, feeling very uncomfortable seeing his grandfather crying so miserably.
Xie Lingjiao was also worried.
Grandpa is crying so hard. Will his body be unable to bear it later?
After all, he is in his sixties.
In this world there are very old people.
"Grandpa, drink water."
Xie Lingjiao quickly gave him a sip of the emergency water to regain his breath.
"Woo, dad... dad..."
When the old man cried so hard that he was almost out of breath, he was given water in time.
Breathing has calmed down a lot.
Holding the wooden box, my tearful eyelids were sticky.
"Are you sleepy, grandpa?"
Xie Lingjiao quickly called on her fourth cousin to help her carry her grandfather back to the house.
The old man kept crying all the way.
Being served, he lay down and soon fell asleep.
Maybe you're tired?
Xie Lingjiao closed the door, "By the way, fourth brother, how should we make grandpa dream about great-grandpa?"
(End of chapter)