Staying at my best friend's house, she was spotted by her gangster uncle

Chapter 290 Grandma is gone.

At that time, it seemed that everything was going well and was moving in the right direction.

But grandma’s health is getting worse and worse. There’s no way around it. As she gets older, this day will come sooner or later.

Tong Xin put down all the work in his hands, stayed quietly by her side, and showed filial piety to her by her bedside.

He is not his grandmother's biological grandson, but he is better than her. He hopes that he can accompany his grandmother on her last journey, just like when he first came here, it was his grandmother who gave him hope to live.

During that time, Tong Xin pretended to be calm in front of her grandmother every day, but her eyes would turn red as soon as she turned around.

Xia Qian knew he must be very sad, but she didn't know how to comfort him.

Birth, aging, sickness and death are common to all people. She has experienced it so she can understand it better.

Grandma was lying on the bed, holding his hand:

"Child, grandma is leaving."

Grandma's breathing was very weak, and it made people feel heartbroken.

"Grandma, don't talk nonsense. You are just tired. Just take a rest."

Grandma is not confused. She knows her own body. She has done wrong things in this life, so it is time to settle the matter of right and wrong.

She was not afraid because she had long wanted to see her relatives, her father, eldest brother, second brother and sister.

She owed them too much in this life, and she didn't know if she still had the courage to see them.

When she thought of her family, her heart still ached vaguely.

Grandma looked at him, slowly shook her hand, and said calmly:

"I know my body, but I can't let go of you."

If he hadn't appeared, she might have left long ago, and there would be no meaning for her to remain in this world.

The last period of her life was a happy one. She was also a miserable person, so God rewarded her.

She thought she would be lonely all her life, but she didn't expect that she would enjoy the happiness of family before her death.

Tong Xin's kindness to his grandmother comes from the heart, and of course his grandmother treats him as a family member.

She could have left without any worries, but now she was worried about him.

"Grandma... I will take good care of myself, and you have to live well too. I... I will also cook for you. You love bamboo shoots."

Tong Xin tried to hold back his tears, but he couldn't control his choking sounds.

His eyes were red. How could he not be sad after what they had been through for more than two years?

Why he is destined to be alone, and those who are good to him are destined to leave him.

The childlike heart seemed to have cracked, and pieces began to fall off one by one.

Grandma knew he would be sad, but she couldn't comfort him:

"Grandma misses her family. They are waiting for me in heaven, so she is not alone. You don't have to be sad. Birth, aging, sickness and death are common."

Grandma's words made him even sadder, and he couldn't control his tears.

Xia Qian stood aside, already bursting into tears:

"Grandma, we can't bear to part with you."

Xia Qian accompanied her grandmother for a period of time, so she could be considered her half-granddaughter.

Grandma smiled faintly:

"Grandma knows, so you have to take good care of yourself. It's a pity that I can't see you get married and have children. This house is not worth much, just consider it as Grandma's last token of love."

Grandma had been prepared for a long time, just like she was ready to face death.

Tong Xin took a deep breath:

"Grandma, please stop talking, okay? You'll be fine. I promised you that you'll be fine."

Such promises do not count and no one can guarantee them.

Grandma's breathing became weaker and weaker, as if she had no strength left. She used her last bit of strength to say:

"My tombstone will be inscribed with Shen Shi Wan Shu..."

Mr. Shen?

Before grandma finished her words, her eyes looked out the door.

Tong Xin followed her gaze but didn't notice anything.

Xia Qian also looked in the direction her grandmother was looking, but there was clearly light in her eyes.

Yes, there is light, and there are tears.

Grandma looked out the door with moist eyes:

"You finally came."

A ray of light came in, and grandma slowly closed her eyes, and the last tear flowed from the corner of her eye.

She had been waiting for someone, and it looked like he was here.

Tong Xin endured the pain and couldn't cry out loud, and Xia Qian also tried hard to hold back her tears.

They don't want to make grandma worry or miss her. She has been waiting for this person, so she should be happy.

Happy people should not be nostalgic, they should not be sad.

Grandma passed away just like that, a ray of light took her away.

Tong Xin buried her grandmother on the mountain according to her wishes and chose a good Feng Shui location.

The tombstone is engraved with: Tomb of Wanshu Shen.

He knew nothing about her story. Everyone's story is roughly the same, either happy or sad, but never perfect.

Grandma has been waiting for someone here for her entire life, and her love is as loyal as she is.

Maybe she once deeply loved a man whose surname was Shen.

But it is difficult for Tongxin to guess the plot of the story because it does not belong to him.

Standing in front of his grandmother's grave, he regretted not asking about her story.

They had lived together for so long and he knew nothing about it.

As he said, he didn't care what happened to others, but now he really regrets it.

He regretted not opening up to his grandmother and telling her his story.

It can also be considered a kind of confession, because at that time he did not know how to face it calmly.

"Grandma, thank you, thank you for giving me the last time, and thank you for helping me get through this."

Xia Qian stood behind him and patted his back gently:

"Grandma passed away peacefully without any regrets. Don't be too sad."

Not sad?

Everyone has feelings, right?

He used to be a cold-blooded man who could easily let go of anyone and any emotion.

But now he is no longer that cold-blooded person, so how can he not be sad?

Tong Xin closed her eyes and tears flowed down her corners.

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In the next few days, Tongxin was in sorrow.

Xia Qian sometimes wanted to talk to him, but when she looked at him, she held it back.

Maybe he is sad, but he also needs to comfort himself.

We are all adults, and there are no unhealable wounds in the adult world.

Tongxin looked at the things his grandmother used when she was alive, as if she was still sitting at the door, quietly waiting for him to come back.

Grandma likes to sit at the door, looking at the mountains in the distance, the river in front of the door, and watching the sunrise and sunset.

Later, she liked to wait for Tongxin to come back and pick mushrooms and bamboo shoots for her to eat from the mountains.

Later, Xia Qian came along, so she was no longer alone.

The little bamboo chair was empty, and so was the attic. The tears of innocence flowed into my heart, and no one could understand the feeling of things and people being different.

Maybe Xia Qian understands, because she has also experienced it, maybe she can empathize.

Xia Qian has not been by his side all the time. Although she didn't say a word, he no longer felt lonely.

No matter how sad it is, those who are alive must continue to live.

Tong Xin looked at her:

"What to do? I'm hungry."

He finally spoke. He had been holding it in for the past few days, and Xia Qian even felt panicked.