The light in the room turned on, Zheng Hui was stunned, sat on the bed at a loss, and looked at Jiang Nuan with cloudy eyes.

"Okay." Zheng Hui's eyes were red, and she held back the emotions in her heart.

Jiang Nuan cried and walked towards her grandmother, helped Zheng Hui get out of bed, and helped her get dressed.

Lu Siyu walked out of the room first, waiting for Jiang Nuan and Zheng Hui at the door of the guest room.

Seeing Jiang Nuan helping Zheng Hui out, he also walked up quickly.

Lu Siyu looked at Zheng Hui's eyes and stopped talking.

Zheng Hui took a deep breath and pretended to be strong and said, "Children, you don't have to say anything, I understand, your grandfather and I are both at this age, sooner or later there will be such a day, I have long been mentally prepared." ”

Jiang Nuan's eyes were red when she was crying, and her nose kept inhaling.

Hearing her grandmother say this, she didn't know how to answer.

I didn't expect that after this kind of incident, grandma could be so rational.

"Grandma, let's go." Lu Siyu's low voice seemed very quiet.

"Nuan Nuan, you don't have to be sad, you have already done a lot for your grandfather, we all have to go to see him happily and see him off." Zheng Hui also choked up.

Jiang Nuan responded with a crying voice, "Okay." ”

On the way to the hospital, Lu Siyu called Song Jinzhou to inform him.

After the family learned the news, they immediately rushed to the hospital to see Jiang Qingrong for the last time.

Raining Hospital.

When Jiang Nuan and his party rushed to the hospital, Jiang Qingrong had already left, and they didn't even see him for the last time.

Wen Mujin stood outside the ward, and his eyes were slightly red.

He is a very rational person, but he still feels quite a lot in the face of life and death.

Jiang Nuan saw Wen Mujin from afar, and immediately opened his legs and rushed towards him.

She gasped and stopped in front of Wen Mujin.

"Senior, where's Grandpa?"

"Inside, the man was gone, and the time of death was 10:27 p.m."

Jiang Nuan was stunned, didn't say a word, his eyelids were heavy and a little red and swollen.

The next second, she broke down and cried.

Wen Mujin was afraid that she would faint, so he hurriedly hugged her.

Lu Siyu walked over with a cold face, slapped Wen Mujin's hand away with one palm, endured the sharp pain in his back, and hugged Jiang Nuan.

"Didn't you say that you would happily send your grandfather away? Let's go in and say goodbye to him. Lu Siyu tried his best to hide his emotions, and when he spoke, he choked up for a while.

"Grandma." Jiang Nuan came back to her senses and realized that her grandmother was still standing behind them, and hurriedly shouted.

Zheng Hui's heart was about to go numb, but there was a far-fetched smile on her old face.

"Good boy, don't cry, your grandfather didn't leave, he will change his form and stay by our side forever."

Zheng Hui patted Jiang Nuan's shoulder, her eyes trembling.

Everyone walked into the ward to say goodbye to Jiang Qingrong.

Jiang Nuan promised her grandmother not to cry, but she still cried a lot.

Jiang Jiaming, who has always been calm and silent, also knelt in front of Jiang Qingrong's hospital bed and burst into tears.

Needless to say, Zheng Hui died of her husband, and no one was more uncomfortable than her.

She and Jiang Qingrong have spent a full fifty-three years with each other.

Jiang Qingrong is different from other men, he is a very considerate person.

He takes care of Zheng Hui's daily life meticulously, and has always held her in the palm of his hand and loved her.

Zheng Hui did not regret marrying him at all.

Jiang Qingrong's seemingly long, but actually short life, passed like this.

The atmosphere in the ward was oppressive.

Everyone was sad, except Song Qiuxian.

She stood in the corner, pretending to shed a few tears, but she couldn't cry.

Jiang Qingrong is just her father-in-law, not her father-in-law, Song Qiuxian feels that there is nothing to be sad about.

Jiang Nuan leaned on Lu Siyu's arms, crying until she almost fainted, she turned around and saw Song Qiuxian standing expressionlessly in the corner.

Her face was quite solemn, but Jiang Nuan couldn't see the slightest sad expression on Song Qiuxian's face.

Jiang Nuan suddenly clenched his fists, and glanced at Song Qiuxian with resentment in his eyes.

Song Qiuxian is really the white-eyed wolf of their Jiang family.

Even when her grandfather died, she didn't come forward to cry, but avoided standing in the corner and pretending to squeeze out a few tears.

Jiang Nuan was really disgusted when she saw her vain and aggrieved face.

Two days later, the evening was the farewell ceremony of Grandpa's funeral.

According to the traditional customs of Jiangcheng, after the death of a person, it must be placed in the mourning hall for three days, and it can only be sent to be cremated on the morning of the third day.

The atmosphere in the mourning hall was heavy.

Many relatives and friends came to mourn Jiang Qingrong, including the very old centenarians in the village who walked hobbly.

Jiang Qingrong was very popular before his death, and everyone liked him very much.

Wen Mujin was wearing a black suit and also came to mourn Jiang Qingrong.

The monks are chanting for their grandfather.

Jiang Nuan and his entourage knelt in front of the mourning hall and thanked the relatives and friends who came to mourn Jiang Qingrong one by one.

"Warm, mourn." Wen Mujin said softly.

"Miss Jiang, mourn." Wen Xingyan's tone was very light, and she said hypocritically.

After Jiang Nuan heard Wen Xingyan's voice, she paused obviously, and raised her eyes to look at the person who had come.

Why did the senior bring Wen Xingyan?

This murderer of his grandfather still has the face to come here?

Jiang Nuan was immediately angry, stood up rubbingly, gritted his teeth and asked, "Wen Xingyan, what are you doing?" ”

Everyone in the mourning hall looked at Jiang Nuan with surprised eyes.

Wen Mujin was also very strange, feeling that Jiang Nuan's emotional ups and downs were very intense.

What did Sung-yeon do?

The farewell ceremony continued, and the monks began to chant in circles, asking them to start kneeling as children.

Lu Siyu followed and got up and hurriedly stopped Jiang Nuan.

He put his arm around Jiang Nuan's shoulders and said in a low voice, "Nuan Nuan." ”

"Miss Jiang, I heard from my brother that your grandfather passed away, and I came with my brother to worship, what's wrong with you?" Wen Xingyan pretended to be very aggrieved, as if she could cry in the next second.

When the words fell, Wen Xingyan didn't forget to glance at Lu Siyu.

She cares a lot about what Lu Siyu thinks of herself.

Lu Siyu looked indifferent, he didn't even want to look at her, and when he noticed that Wen Xingyan was looking at him, he immediately turned his face sideways to look at Jiang Nuan.

The eyes of relatives and friends were all looking at Jiang Nuan at this time.

Jiang Nuan glared at her angrily, and had no choice but to swallow her grievances.

Wen Mujin saw the clue, and after simply kneeling down, he quickly pulled Wen Xingyan out.

Jiang Nuan and his entourage followed the chanting of the monks to worship their grandfather.

Wen Mujin pulled Wen Xingyan to a secluded corner.

"What's going on?" Wen Mujin's tone was very serious, and he asked angrily.

Wen Xingyan burst into tears, and said with red eyes, "What's going on?" ”

"What's the holiday between you and Jiang Nuan?" Wen Mujin asked again.

Wen Xingyan shrugged her shoulders, "It's not a holiday, brother, I kindly followed you to worship Grandpa Jiang, Miss Jiang, she is prejudiced against me, the dead are the greatest, and she actually murdered me at her grandfather's funeral, she is too ignorant." ”