Substitute for the little ancestor

Hui Yingzi saw the weekly magazine in Li Juexiu's room, and the content on it made her unbelievable.

Hui Yingzi used all software to inquire about what happened when she disappeared, but her ability was limited and she could not find out useful content.

Liu Fenglan was applying a facial mask in front of the mirror in the bathroom.

"Mom, are you packing up soon?"

Thinking that Hui Yingzi was going to wash up, Liu Fenglan quickly put a sticker on her face: "Mom will be fine soon."

Opening the door Hui Yingzi was sitting on the sofa in the living room downstairs, Liu Fenglan stepped forward and said, "I'm good Hui Hui, you can go."

"I don't want to wash up, I have something to ask you."

The sound of the hair dryer was a bit loud, but Liu Fenglan couldn't hear it clearly.

"What did you say Huihui?"

Huiyingzi smiled helplessly, and when the sound of the machine fell, Huiyingzi said again: "Mom, I want to ask you something about three years."

Liu Fenglan's combing hair paused slightly: "What's wrong, Huihui, did someone tell you?"

That was a negative event, Liu Fenglan didn't want Hui Yingzi to know, after all, it was useless and would only bring panic for nothing.

Hui Yingzi nodded and hummed lightly.He got up and picked up the upside-down cup on the table and gave Liu Fenglan the chrysanthemum tea.

"Huihui, mom doesn't want you to think of these useless memories. For example, you can try to recall your college days"

Liu Fenglan sat down, she stared at Hui Yingzi and said, her tone was full of encouragement.

"Mom, I will slowly remember those things, but now I am curious about what happened back then and why I was kidnapped."

Hui Yingzi also sat down.

The freshly poured tea was steaming, and Liu Fenglan sighed.

"Huihui, kidnapping for extortion is very common in our business circle."

It turned out to be the case.

Huiyingzi lowered her eyes, Liu Fenglan was afraid of hurting Huiyingzi's heart, she held Huiyingzi in her arms and comforted her and said, "Don't worry Huihui, this kind of thing will never happen again in the future."
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Because the old man suddenly felt unwell, the hospital issued an emergency notice.

Si Chenmo's heart skipped a beat subconsciously, and he hurried from the company to the hospital.

Obviously, his condition seemed to have improved a few days ago, but suddenly, overnight, the old man became much haggard.

The old face could not lift the slightest emotion.

The old man held Ruan Tong's hand tightly, and looked straight at her with his eyes that had experienced many vicissitudes.

There were a lot of things to say to Ruan Tong, but the colic in his body made the old man unable to speak.

Listening to his painful groans, Ruan Tong's heart was about to break.

The doctor stood aside, and it stands to reason that the hospital would no longer accept such cases.

The only way for terminally ill patients is to spend the rest of their time comfortably at home with loved ones.

The door of the ward was pushed open from the outside, and Si Chenmo came in hurriedly, with a chill all over his body.

Fearing that the sudden cold air would hit the people inside, he deliberately stood at the door.

People with advanced liver cancer are dying of pain.

But the old man's character is strong all his life, no matter how painful he is, he can't hold back his voice, this time he can't hold it anymore.

His consciousness was crushed by the pain, and he didn't care to look up to see who it was.

After calming down for a while, Si Chenmo slowly approached, and the old man raised his head.

Tears slanted down the moment she saw Si Chenmo.

Already speechless, Si Chenmo's eyes instantly turned red.

"grandfather."

He squatted down and lay face down in front of the hospital bed.

"Don't worry, I will cure the disease."

Si Chenmo held the old man's hand.

The dying patient was lying on the hospital bed dying, even though he already knew his final destination, he nodded happily when he heard this sentence.

He laughed, and raised his hand with great effort to overlap Si Chenmo's hand and Ruan Tong's.

Gently patted the back of their hands and then waved.

He looked outside the door, and the doctor came up to observe the old man's condition.

The doctor said, "The old man probably wants you to go out."

Si Chenmo knew clearly that if he said goodbye this time, he might never see him again.

In the early morning of the next day, around two o'clock, the old man passed away.

After returning home from the hospital, Ruan Tong almost stayed up all night, saying that the older you get, the more you will be afraid of late-night phone calls from home.

That was an ominous sign.

But what should come still cannot escape.

The Si family is already holding their second funeral this year.

Si's popularity is wide, and there were many people who came to the funeral on the day of the funeral.

Passing by the crowd, Ruan Tong vaguely heard those sighs.

It was the first time Ruan Tong saw such a helpless Si Chenmo, his eyes were scarlet and bloodshot.

Just like when Si Chenmo's mother died back then, Si Chenmo's heart felt like it was being twisted.

Many friends from abroad flew back to China to attend the funeral.

Si Chenmo didn't cry during the funeral, only Ruan Tong knew how uncomfortable he was.

She had experienced that resonance.

As the future pillar of the Si family, Si Chenmo, the grandson whom the old man is most optimistic about, came to watch the night at the ancestral hall as a matter of course after the crowd dispersed.

Si Chenmo couldn't express his emotions all day long. He sat quietly on the stool and looked at the portrait of the old man for a long time until his eyes were empty.

It was cold at night, Ruan Tong wanted to bring Si Chenmo a coat.

But there are also rules on the night before someone dies, Ruan Tong can't watch the coffin together.

"Go back, I'm fine."

Si Chenmo's voice was hoarse, as if his vocal cords had been burned.

Ruan Tong felt distressed, but he had to go back.

It was already very late, and the people in the mourning hall were almost asleep, but Si Chenmo was still awake, not because he was struggling but because he didn't feel sleepy at all.

He will be cremated tomorrow, and he won't be able to sleep.

The clock on the wall was ticking, and I felt a little weird in this silent night.

Subtle footsteps came from behind, and they stopped not far from Si Chenmo.

Si Chenmo turned his head, only to see that a coat was draped over his body.

"You're wearing too thin."

It was Ji Meihe, the granddaughter of Mr. Si's old friend, who had been abroad, and his impression of her only stayed in middle school.

There was no expression on Si Chenmo's face, but his heroic eyes were constantly revealing his exhaustion at the moment.

"Thank you."

His cold voice blended into the cold and icy night.

Soon the expression on Si Chenmo's face changed. He stood up and took off his coat and returned it to Ji Meicheng with a serious tone: "You shouldn't come at this hour."

"I know."

Ji Meihe responded quickly, and she lowered her head slightly, unwilling to take the coat returned by Si Chenmo, with a slightly awkward expression: "But it's cold, you didn't bring any clothes."

At the funeral, she specially observed Si Chenmo.

Si Chenmo frowned: "Go back, immediately."

On the night before the death of a relative, it is very taboo for women to appear, which is why Si Chenmo insisted on asking Ruan Tong to go back.

Ji Meihe agreed quickly, she already knew that she shouldn't come.