Walking with the Villain, Lou Xiao'e's Alternative Love

Lou Xiao'e carefully covered the old lady with a quilt to keep her warm.

She couldn't help but wonder in her heart: "She seemed to have heard Master Gao mention that Auntie died this year.

But the specific time is not clear.

Because in the drama, the old lady didn’t have many roles, especially after she received her lunch box, few people paid attention to her.

It was only today when Auntie fell ill that Lou Xiao'e remembered this matter.

Alas! I hope the lady can escape this disaster! "

A group of people pushed the cart and set out on the road to the staff hospital.

On the way, everyone's hearts were closely connected, and everyone prayed silently for the old lady, hoping that she would be safe.

Lou Xiao'e walked at the back of the team, looking from time to time at the middle-aged woman sleeping on the cart.

That face seemed exceptionally peaceful, but it also made her worry even worse.

"People are so fragile and yet so strong." She sighed in her heart, recalling every detail of her life since she traveled through time.

Although I didn't have much interaction with the aunt, she always greeted me with a smile every time I met her.

Those seemingly insignificant daily greetings now gathered into a warm current in Lou Xiao'e's heart, making her more hopeful that this elder would be safe and sound.

However, things in the world often do not go as we wish.

The cart sped along and soon arrived at the hospital entrance.

The doctors and nurses quickly and orderly took over the patient who was in urgent need of treatment.

A life relay race against time begins.

In the emergency room, instruments are flashing and medical staff are busy moving around.

They tried their best to snatch back the life that was about to disappear from the hands of death.

Outside the door, the people waiting were extremely anxious. Time seemed to be infinitely stretched, and every second carried endless torment and anticipation.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the tightly closed door of the emergency room, praying silently in their hearts, hoping that good news would come from behind the door.

Finally, after a long and anxious wait, the door of the emergency room slowly opened and a middle-aged doctor walked out first.

His expression was solemn and depressed, with a barely perceptible sadness flashing in his eyes.

He sighed softly, his voice low and solemn: "The patient had a sudden heart attack. We have tried our best, but unfortunately..."

Yi Zhonghai, at this moment, seemed to have lost all his strength. His legs went limp and he collapsed on the cold ground.

His eyes were empty, as if they had lost focus, and he just stared blankly ahead. There, there was no longer the figure of his wife, with whom he had been through thick and thin for more than 30 years.

Although time has diluted the passion, or the love is no longer there.

But the family affection and habits buried deep in his heart were hard for him to accept no matter what.

The passing of the aunt was undoubtedly an unbearable burden in Yi Zhonghai's life.

Seeing this, everyone came forward, some tried to help him up, and some whispered to comfort him.

"You have to be strong, he is my uncle..." Liu Haizhong held Yi Zhonghai's hand tightly, trying to pass his strength to him.

"Yes, although Auntie is gone, she must hope to see you live well." Yan Bugui next to her also consoled.

Xu Damao also stood beside Yi Zhonghai and patted his shoulder with just the right amount of force, neither too tough nor too warm: "Uncle, our compound cannot do without anyone, especially a backbone like you. You have to be strong for all of us and for yourself."

However, how could the pain of losing a loved one be easily relieved? Yi Zhonghai just nodded silently, tears welling up in his eyes but never falling.

At this moment, all words seem pale and powerless, only the deep mourning and reluctance echo in everyone's heart for a long time.

With the sudden death of the aunt, the atmosphere in the courtyard suddenly became heavy and depressing.

Although the morning sun has filled the courtyard, everyone's face is filled with sadness and reluctance that are difficult to conceal.

The red lanterns on the door lintel, which once symbolized joy and auspiciousness, now seemed particularly dazzling, as if silently telling of the sudden change.

So, people took action at the same time, taking down the red lanterns one by one and putting them away carefully, as if to offer the deceased the last bit of peace and respect.

Preparations for the funeral proceeded quickly and orderly.

Neighbors gathered together spontaneously, some helped to set up the mourning hall, while others were busy preparing the necessary supplies for the funeral.

Everyone's heart was filled with nostalgia and reluctance for Auntie, and this emotion turned into actual action. The entire courtyard was filled with deep grief.

He Daqing and his son Sha Zhu were busy running around and making arrangements, and Yi Zhonghai naturally entrusted all matters to Sha Zhu.

The ceremony at the crematorium was simple and solemn.

At the moment of cremation, everyone was silent, silently remembering and bidding farewell to Auntie in their hearts.

Afterwards, Yi Zhonghai, accompanied by his two apprentices, personally carried the aunt's urn and set out on the journey back home.

After returning to the countryside, Yi Zhonghai held a grand funeral for his aunt in accordance with traditional customs.

Fellow villagers also came to pay their respects and express their grief and respect for the old lady.

The entire funeral process was solemn and touching, and every link revealed people's respect and remembrance for the deceased.

During these three days, the people in the courtyard and Yi Zhonghai experienced together the process from grief to acceptance, from remembrance to farewell.

At this moment, Sha Zhu was standing in the yard, looking at the door that he had opened countless times when he was young, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Recalling the past scenes, he couldn't help but sigh: "If that always cheerful old lady was still busy in the house, how great it would be!"

At this moment, all the resentment that had arisen from the conflict finally disappeared.

Instead, he gained a profound understanding of the impermanence of life and a new understanding of human warmth.

No matter how many grudges there are in the past, when facing life and death, all the calculations seem so small and powerless.

"Such a good-natured person actually walked ahead of me, an old woman." The deaf old lady, leaning on her dragon-headed cane, said as she stood at the door.

Sha Zhu walked over, gently held the deaf old lady's trembling arm, his eyes red.

"Ma'am, why did you come out?

You haven't had enough rest these days, so you should go back to your room and lie down."

The deaf old lady looked up at Sha Zhu, her cloudy eyes no longer having the vitality they once had.

"I... I just wanted to come out and take a look at this place and all of you kids." Her voice was soft, but every word was heavy. "Zhuzi, you are a good kid with a kind heart. Your aunt has loved you for a good time."

"Don't worry, old lady. From now on, you can treat my home as your own home, and I will take care of you like my own grandmother." Sha Zhu said firmly, his eyes full of determination and warmth.

"Good boy, I feel relieved when you say this."