Jiang Fuguo touched her head: "Good boy, although you are not surnamed Jiang, you are also a child of my Jiang family, there is one thing, I have never told you, I am afraid that you will be sad." On the top floor of the hollow carved cabinet in Grandpa's study, there is a brocade box, which is the name I personally mentioned to you, if you like it, keep it. In the future, if there are brothers and sisters, don't be afraid, this family has your share. No one can bully our little grandchildren, no one. ”

As he spoke, the old man looked at Lu Cong, Ren Zhen hurriedly moved out of the way, and Jiang Fuguo took Lu Cong's hand: "You are my Jiang Fuguo's apprentice, but in my heart, you and Jiang He are the same, and they are my beloved grandson." You are not alone, no matter what storms you encounter in the future, you must hold up your chest, so that you can be like my child! If the Peking Opera Society continues to develop well, grandpa is optimistic about you! You must pass it on, because it is the wealth left by the nation. ”

Lu Cong sobbed: "Okay, grandpa, I remember!"

"And. Jiang Fuguo took Ren Zhen's hand and overlapped their hands together: "I'll hand over this little girl to you, grandpa can't drink your happy wine." The two of you have also experienced strong winds and waves, you have to be really good to Ren, and you can't let her down for the rest of your life, otherwise, grandpa is not here, and your brothers and sisters will not let you go. ”

The old man paused, slowed down, looked at Shui Miao and Mao Cai again, and nodded: "You are all good children, whether you are married or have children in the future, as long as it is good news, don't forget to tell grandpa, grandpa will bless you even if he is in heaven." ”

As if thinking of something, Jiang Fuguo finally looked at Zhao Ruoxi: "Child, that costume, you can change it slowly, grandpa is not in a hurry, change it, let Jiang He burn it to me, I also want to show off, this is my granddaughter-in-law changed it for me." ”

When the words fell, everyone was stunned, but no one felt that this sentence was strange.

What should be explained is explained clearly, Jiang Fuguo looked up at the white ceiling, and the marquee passed in his mind, reviewing all the things in the past few decades, so that he could keep it in his heart.

"Alain, Daddy forgive you. ”

The old man muttered these words and slowly closed his eyes.

"Grandpa!!!"

There was a cry in the small rescue room, but Jiang Fuguo had a faint smile on his lips, he knew very well that the children would solve everything.

Zhang Yuze and Lu Cong glanced at each other, and the two men exchanged messages with their eyes without any expression.

The matter about Yuexinyuan has been spread on the Internet, and the so-called facts have been reprinted and commented on by everyone like crazy.

Even the Lingren Society has been criticized.

[What the hell?!Is it so exciting?!These people should get out of the Peking Opera circle!]

[There is no reason to hate the mistress the most, and the illegitimate child is even more disgusting, living in this world like an injustice, and I don't know what to do. 】

[There's scum in the world!!It's so exciting!!Hurry up and explode on the spot!]

[The well-dressed beast is talking about their family, right?!]

[I heard that the old man died? Did he die of guilt?!]

[The water of the Lingren Society is really deep, everything is related to them, and I was so scared that I hurried to take it off. 】

The outside world is full of news about them, but the people involved don't care in the slightest.

……

On the second day of Jiang Fuguo's death, Zhang Yuze arranged for cremation and prepared to take his grandfather home.

Before leaving, Jiang Hao took Ren Zhen to his grandfather's study, and there were still calligraphy words that his grandfather had not finished writing on the wooden table.

Ren Zhen didn't dare to look at it more, and followed Jiang Hao closely.

According to what his grandfather said, Jiang Hao found the brocade box, took it out and handed it to Ren Zhen.

Ren Zhen held it in his hand and looked at it carefully, then opened it and took out the red paper inside.

The red paper is a little old, and it seems that my grandfather had written it down many years ago.

She opened it slowly, and there was a name written on the red paper, Jiang Yanxin.

Ren Zhen suddenly remembered that when he was in Yuexin Garden, he had seen a pair of calligraphy in his grandfather's study, and he hung it in the room.

"The two sons took a boat, and the scenery was widespread. May words and thoughts be raised, and the center will be raised. The two sons took a boat and passed away. May words and thoughts be flawless and harmful. ”

At that time, Jiang Hao said that the words were written by Jiang Yilan's grandfather after he left, but in fact, he never let go of his daughter in his heart, and he was always worried about it.

It wasn't until Ren Zhen left again that grandpa wrote that miss into her name.

The next day, the group took Jiang Fuguo back to Jinhe.

As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the ancient town, Lu Cong unconsciously raised his eyes and looked out the window, the broken fence had been repaired, but the color was very different from other places.

It looks particularly glaring.

Ren Zhen felt the hand he was holding gradually tightening, and turned his head to look at him, his eyes were still red, but he forced a smile.

The eyes of the two men intertwined, doing everything they could to comfort each other.

The car quickly drove into the ancient town, all the way to ruins, but it was still so beautiful.

Standing across the bridge from Yuexin Garden, Lu Cong was still holding Ren Zhen's hand tightly.

"Lu Cong, no matter what you do in the future, you can't give up your dreams. ”

Ten years ago, Lu Cong came to Yuexinyuan on the day he left, and Jiang Fuguo told him this.

Right where he is standing now.

After listening to the words, Lu Cong knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the old man.

Now, he has returned, but he has long since changed.

Ren Zhen had just come back a few months ago, and everything here had basically changed.

The big lock still had a thick layer of ash, and on the plaque of Yuexin Garden, a few wisps of cobwebs fluttered in the wind.

Jiang He stepped forward to open the door, and the moment he pushed it open, the ground was dark, and a quiet fragrance came to his face.

Long corridors, continuous vegetation, pavilions, rockeries and flowing water, and lakes are rippling.

It's the same as before.

It's just that no one has lived in it for too long, and there is a little less fireworks.

Walking along the road, all kinds of childhood turned into phantoms and passed by in front of me.

Ren Zhen didn't even have time to see their appearance clearly, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Everyone went all the way to the Jiang family ancestral hall, the sunlight penetrated through the carved wooden windows, and the mottled light and shadow were reflected on the ground.

The fine dust in the air blends with the light, adding to the gloom.

After settling his grandfather, Jiang Hao lit the first wisp of fragrance and handed it to Jiang He.

Jiang He took it and knelt on the pamp mat, holding three sticks of incense in front of him, holding back tears: "Grandpa, we brought you back." ”

After speaking, he bowed to the deceased three times.

After the river got up, everyone present gave incense to grandpa in turn, and the small incense burner was full of incense, and the green smoke went up.

Although Jiang Hao was sad, she was an older sister, so she had to arrange for her younger brothers and sisters to rest first.

"There are many rooms, I'll go and help you clean up first, no one has lived in it for too long, you can make do for two nights." ”

……

Everyone took turns to stay in the ancestral hall, and Ren Zhen wanted to keep vigil, so in the middle of the afternoon, Jiang Hao asked her to go to sleep, but she slept very lightly.

I had several dreams on and off, all about my childhood.

When she woke up, it was still dark. I got up and ate something and went to the ancestral hall.

Jiang He has been sitting on the chair by the window, staring at the portrait of his grandfather in a daze, his eyes are bloody, and the red is terrifying.

Zhao Ruoxi has always been by his side.

Seeing Ren Zhen coming in, Zhao Ruoxi got up and asked her in a low voice, "Have you eaten?"

Ren Zhen nodded, and his chin was gently raised towards the river: "Have you eaten with my brother?"

Zhao Ruoxi: "I ate a little, but your brother can't eat anything." ”

Ren Zhen sighed, opened his mouth, but held back the words, and said instead: "Sister and brother-in-law haven't come back yet?"

Zhao Ruoxi glanced out the door: "At that time, you fell asleep, and they went out with Lu Cong to visit some of Grandpa's former friends, and by the way... Tell them the news of Grandpa's death. ”

Ren Zhen's eyes turned red again: "Okay, I know." ”

After speaking, she went to offer incense to her grandfather first, and then walked to Jianghe's side after standing up.

"Brother. ”

When Jiang He heard the sound, he pulled his thoughts back to look at her, and wanted to take care of her emotions, so he smiled reluctantly: "Have you eaten?"

"Eat. She paused: "Brother, you can eat some too." ”

Jiang He shook his head: "Brother is not hungry, it's okay." As he spoke, he glanced at the location at the door: "Hasn't Lu Cong come back yet?"

"Nope. ”

Jiang He took a deep breath and patted her on the arm: "It's okay, my sister and brother-in-law are here, I guess I'll be back in a while." ”

What Ren Zhen wanted to say was stuck in his throat, but he couldn't say anything, for fear that if he was not careful, he would uncover the scars of the river again.

Just keep your mouth shut and be honest with him.

He never mentioned secrets, but now he has become a laughing stock in everyone's mouth.

He tried hard to forbear, wrapped himself up, and finally built an impregnable fortress, but it was still maliciously destroyed.

And a striking sign was erected on the ruins, which read: Feel free to visit, let people trample on it.

Just when he was overwhelmed and had nowhere to hide, he was pushed into another abyss.

He must have hated himself now, and took all the blame on himself.

He felt that his grandfather had exchanged his life for it.

But it's just a shell.

His eyes were empty, his mind was empty, and his heart was empty.

When Jiang Hao and the others came back, it was already dark, and as soon as they got on the bridge, Jiang Hao felt as if there was a figure shaking at the door.

The three of them stopped, Jiang Hao stared over there carefully, his eyes suddenly widened, and a word came out of his mouth faintly.

"Mom?"

Zhang Yuze and Lu Cong looked at her separately, and then turned their gaze to the figure.

Jiang Hao was not so sure, the headlights outside the door were broken and had not been repaired, and it was pitch black at this time, so he could only take a look at it by the moonlight.

She slowly walked across the line.

Until she got off the bridge, she was stunned and shouted with great certainty: "Mom." ”

The figure paused, tilting its head slightly but not moving.

Jiang Hao stepped forward quickly, pulled the man back, and froze in place in an instant.

Jiang Yilan wore plainly, but she was still meticulous.

The moonlight was indifferent, Jiang Kan couldn't see her now, but he could clearly feel her dodging eyes.