After hearing the noise, Mi Zehai hurried to the main room. He only heard Mi Hong's crying and then he understood what was going on. His heart felt like it was hit by a huge rock. His nose was sore and his eyes were swollen. He shouted "Mom" and knelt down and started crying.
The old lady passed away peacefully, as if she had passed away in her sleep, and her expression was relaxed.
Mi Hong was like a useless person, just staring at his wife without blinking, refusing to go anywhere, repeating her name, as if to wake her up again. Mi Zehai and Cheng Qingnian were young and didn't know how to handle these things, so it was Old Lady Cheng who came forward to help with the funeral.
When they were about to carry the man out, Old Lady Cheng was still worried that Mi Hong would come forward to snatch him away, so she repeatedly told those people to be careful and not to hurt the old man: "He is old and stubborn. If there is a dispute later, you should be more tolerant and be careful not to let him fall."
Those who came to help were all young men, and they nodded and agreed immediately when their elders gave the order.
But Mi Hong did not rush forward to snatch the person away. He watched the old lady being carried out, standing there in a daze. Then his eyes turned red and he muttered, "She's really gone, gone." Then he closed his eyes and rolled down a line of hot tears. He shouted something, but his voice was too hoarse to be heard clearly, and he fainted standing there.
Mi Hong fell ill as soon as the old lady left.
Yonezawa Hai took care of his father while handling the funeral.
Mi Hong had been in very good health. He had never missed anything in all these years taking care of the old lady. But now he suddenly became weak. Ever since he fainted in the main room that day, when he woke up, he seemed to have aged suddenly. He barely held on to see his wife off for the last time.
Mi Hong put the old lady's black lacquered urn down personally. He looked indifferent and no longer looked sad.
But on the day the old lady was buried, Mi Hong's originally gray hair turned white overnight.
The next day, after Mi Hong woke up, he called Mi Zehai to his side and said a few words to him calmly: "Your mother's affairs have been settled. Now you can go."
Yonezawa Kaidao: "Dad, where do you want me to go?"
Mi Hong looked at him and said, "Go find your biological parents. I have been communicating with them through letters for so many years and I have never hidden it from you. You also know where they are. Go and get acquainted with them. The whole family should always be together."
Mi Zehai knelt there, his eyes red as he said, "Dad, I won't leave. You are my father. Mom is gone, and I will always take care of you. I have already discussed it with Qing'er. I will retire from the army and will not go anywhere but back to our town. I will stay with you and serve you for the rest of my life..."
Mi Hong still had that cold expression, but when he raised his hand, he looked much weaker and haggard. He said in a hoarse voice, "Go away."
Mi Zehai refused to listen and insisted on staying at home to take care of him.
Mi Hong was old and suddenly suffered a blow, becoming extremely ill and lying in bed without eating a single grain of food.
Mi Zehai was so anxious that he tried desperately to get him to eat. He had no choice but to ask the doctor to give him some nutritional injections. However, the old man couldn't be tortured like this for too long. The doctor told them that the old man had to cooperate. Mi Zehai tried every method, begging, crying, and kneeling to serve him food. He was so happy even if he only drank a mouthful of porridge. Before the old man got up, Mi Zehai himself lost more than ten pounds.
Cheng Qing takes care of the whole family. Although she feels sorry for her husband, compared with the old man who became skinny after lying in bed for just a few days, Mi Zehai's condition is nothing. She doesn't blame her father-in-law Mi Hong at all now. She has seen how Mi Hong treats his wife. At this moment, she has nothing else to think about except grief. She can only try her best to do her job and help a little more.
Mi Hong wanted to die.
Mi Zehai waited by the bed for several days, and finally understood that his father was not just talking when he entrusted him with the house deed and all the valuables - Mi Hong's care for his son was far less than that of his wife, but he was still a qualified father. He raised Mi Zehai, sent him to the army, and gave this adopted son everything that other fathers could give. Mi Hong never disturbed him for so many years, but this time he called him back regardless of everything; he loved his son for so many years, but this time he didn't care about his injury... just because he had drawn a line between him and his son.
Perhaps he had already anticipated that the old lady would pass away. From the day her health weakened, Mi Hong considered himself to be a dying man. A man who had determined to die was indifferent to everything. He called his son back, gave him the family belongings personally, and calmly handed them over to him. He no longer had any concerns about this world.
Even if she left, he would not live alone.
Mi Zehai figured out the key and stood there in a daze. He looked at his pale old father lying on the wooden bed, kneeling there and continuing to watch over him. He stubbornly tried to feed his father porridge and rice, refusing to give up.
Cheng Qing cooked for them again. She was helpless. Her husband and father-in-law were both stubborn. Mi Hong was a good man. Mi Zehai was filial to his elders and cared for her. These two good men were kind-hearted, but they were both very upset. Once they made up their minds, they would not be able to change their minds.
Cheng Qing had no way to persuade them, so she got up and went to the kitchen to cook. The porridge in the main room was getting cold again, so she had to replace it with something hot. She chopped some green vegetables in the kitchen, planning to make green vegetable and chicken porridge, which was easier to digest and good for eating when sick. While she was cutting vegetables, she suddenly remembered something in her mind, and the knife stopped cutting. She said "Ouch", and finally figured out what Mi Hong shouted that day when he fainted -
He said, Guizhi, please take me away.
Cheng Qing's eyes were red, and she covered her mouth with her hands and cried in the kitchen for a long time.
Mi Hong lay in bed, weak and powerless, drinking a few sips of soup every day to stay alive. He slept a lot, but every time he woke up he always said the same few words.
Yonezawa Hai said nothing and knelt beside his bed, refusing to move. He no longer looked as high-spirited as when he first arrived. He only had a stubborn look, which made him both angry and ridiculous.
Mi Hong was very cold to him and always urged him to leave.
Yonezawa Hai shook his head every time and insisted: "I won't leave. I will stay with you."
Mi Hong said: "Why are you guarding me? I want to go find your mother, you can't stop me."
Mi Zehai lay beside his bed and said in a trembling voice: "Dad, I beg you, please don't do this, just eat a little for me and for our family..."
"Just live your own life well, don't worry about me. Whether I live or die has nothing to do with you anymore," Mi Hong paused and said in a hoarse voice, "In this life, our fate as father and son has ended. You have done well, but I can't hold on any longer."
Yonezawa knelt there and cried. Such a tall and strong man cried like a child in front of his old father. He cried and begged, "Mom, please let you live. Dad, please open your eyes and look at me, please look at me... Mom must have asked you to stay with me, and after you leave, there will be no one who can remember everything about Mom so clearly like you do, and no one will miss her and think about her like you do, can you bear it..."
Mi Hong lay there unmoved. Suddenly, he heard the sound of a piano from outside. His fingers trembled, and then there were several clear piano sounds. Mi Hong suddenly propped himself up and tried to sit up. He was too weak, and his arms were shaking. He said with a pale face, "Who! Who is moving the piano?"
Mi Zehai wiped his face and quickly stood up to take a look. Before he went out, he saw Mi Yang's small figure outside, lifting the curtain and walking in. In his arms was the old man's most precious three-stringed harp.
Mi Yang gently plucked the three-stringed harp again. Mi Hong's face turned pale with anxiety and he said sternly, "Who told you to touch my harp!"
Mi Yang looked up at him, his pupils clear, and said to him: "Grandma asked you to teach me to play the piano."
Mi Hong stood there in a daze. He looked at the child. He was so small, with tiny fingers, and the tune of the strings was not right, but he was able to hold the shamisen steadily.
The piano is old, but the person is new.
Mi Hong seemed to suddenly understand why his wife let him live. What emerged in his mind was the way they were when they were young, his Guizhi singing opera and he playing the piano beside her. They were still young at that time, and the vivid life was the most moving color.
She said, promise me, stay alive.
She said, life goes on and on, I can't see it, you stay here and watch it go on for me.
She said, I have to give you a reason to live.
…
The dead cannot be retained, and the living cannot be brought back.
Mi Hong held the old zither and cried bitterly. Even at a funeral, the old man, who was not sad at all, now vented all the pain in his heart. He cried bitterly and fainted. When he woke up, he asked for food for the first time.
Mi Zehai immediately went to bring some hot porridge and fed him beside the bed. Seeing his father drink a few more mouthfuls of porridge, his eyes turned red with joy and he started crying again. He shouted "Dad" but was choked with sobs and couldn't speak.
Mi Hong swallowed the porridge in his mouth, his eyes still a little dull, and turned to his son and stared at him for a long time before he said weakly: "Your injury, go to the hospital when you have time."
Mi Zehai's hands suddenly trembled and he could not hold the bowl of porridge. His nose felt sore and he called out "Dad" in a hoarse voice. He put down the bowl and cried beside Mi Hong. He knew that his father would not die and would not leave him.
Mi Hong's health is slowly recovering, thanks to the good care given to him by the younger generations in his family. Although he himself is silent, he still eats every day and walks around the yard a few times, and he is much better than before.
Cheng Qing breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the calendar only to find that she had been back in Shanhai Town for three months. She was a little dazed. So many things had happened during this period that she felt like several years had passed.
Mi Yang now goes to his grandmother's house to call Bai Luochuan every two days, not just on Wednesdays. However, every time he calls, the person is not there. Occasionally, Aunt Wu answers the phone and the answer is always the same: "Luochuan? He is out. He left with his mother. Maybe he went to Shanghai."
Mi Yang felt a little lonely. He hung up the phone, looked up at the calendar and calculated that it was already summer vacation. Bai Luochuan had traveled with his family in the summer before, but it was only for a few days. It was rare that he couldn't get in touch with his family this time.
Mi Yang sighed.
Mrs. Cheng, who was standing next to him, saw this and comforted him, saying, "Maybe he's going on a trip!"
Mi Yang smiled and said, "I think so too, grandma, I'll go back first."
Old lady Cheng said, "Then you can also bring some red dates back on the way. Oh, the last time I went there, I saw that your mother's lips were all white. She is so old, but she doesn't know how to take good care of herself. I said a few words to her and she got angry with me!" The old lady muttered as she brought a bag of dried red dates to Mi Yang. She sent it to the door and reminded him, "Put two in the porridge or tea. If you really can't do it, you can eat it dry. You and your mother should eat some. Our Yangyang's little face is thinner."
Mi Yang nodded and said, "I know, grandma, I'm leaving."
Mi Yang walked straight ahead along the gravel road. His grandparents' house was not far away. He could get there by walking straight and then going around for a while. As soon as he reached the turning, he saw several cars parked on the side of the road. Perhaps the alley was difficult to get in and out of, so the high-end cars could only be parked outside awkwardly. There were five or six cars in total, which looked like a small convoy.
Mi Yang took a look and didn't think much about it, but suddenly someone called him: "Mi Yang!"
The voice was so familiar that Mi Yang felt like he was hallucinating. He blinked and looked up, and saw that the door of the front car opened, and a little boy got out, looking at him with pursed lips. His anger was mixed with natural arrogance. Who else could it be but Young Master Bai!
The author has something to say: Sugar is here.
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