Early the next morning, Cheng Liguo left alone. In the afternoon, Zhao Hui, holding Mr. Zhao's urn, took Cheng Qiao and boarded the train to Beijing.
After getting on the train, Cheng Qiao was surprised to find that they were riding in a soft sleeper, which was reserved for people of status. Although they were free now, they were not yet qualified to ride in a soft sleeper.
"My father, your grandfather, was a very influential person at that time. With his status, he could even take a plane, not to mention a sleeper."
Zhao Hui seemed to understand Cheng Qiao's thoughts. He placed the urn on the soft sleeper seat and told Mr. Zhao that they were ready to go home.
Cheng Qiao nodded. Although the Zhao family had fallen into decline, they must have been kind to many people when they were prosperous, so they would have received some support when they were in trouble.
When they arrived in the capital, Zhao Hui asked Cheng Qiao to look after the luggage and, of course, Mr. Zhao's urn, while he went out to do some things.
Four hours later, Zhao Hui came back and saw Cheng Qiao still sitting calmly in the same place, not moving at all. He couldn't help but admire his niece from the bottom of his heart.
It is impossible for a girl of nineteen or twenty years old not to be afraid when she is alone in a strange place guarding a pile of luggage and an urn.
"Cheng Qiao, are you scared?"
"Uncle, I was scared, but thinking that grandpa was with me, I wasn't that scared anymore."
Zhao Hui was stunned and looked at the urn that Cheng Qiao placed on his legs. He felt sad in his heart. The old man was gone, and the Zhao family in the capital would soon be forgotten.
"Let's go."
Zhao Hui picked up the old man's urn, and Cheng Qiao hurriedly followed with the luggage. There was a car parked on the road, which was obviously an internal car of a large enterprise.
"Brother, thank you for your help."
"You're welcome, get in the car."
"My niece Cheng Qiao."
"Zhao Min's daughter."
There was surprise in the man's eyes, and he looked at Cheng Qiao without blinking. They looked so alike, almost like Zhao Min, especially the eyes.
"Cheng Qiao, I'm your mother's... mother's classmate, Liang Qingya, you can call me Uncle Liang."
"Hello, Uncle Liang."
Cheng Qiao could tell at a glance that this man was a loyal fan of her mother. Even though her mother had been gone for so many years, it did not erase the beauty that remained in his heart.
"If you have any problems in the future, come to me. I'll give you the address and phone number later."
"Okay Uncle Liang, I'll also give you my address and phone number."
Liang Qingya nodded with satisfaction. As expected of Minmin's daughter, she was smart.
"This is the old man, please get in the car."
When Liang Qingya saw the urn in Ye Hui's hand, he quickly opened the passenger seat, helped Cheng Qiao put the luggage in the trunk, and opened the back seat.
Liang Qingya drove the car to the suburbs of Beijing, where there was the Zhao family's villa, the only house that had not been confiscated. Zhao Hui signaled Cheng Qiao to take out his pocket, where there was the key.
"Qingya, do you want to come in and sit down?"
But when Cheng Qiao opened the door, everyone was stunned by the scene inside. What they saw was a garden full of weeds that had grown almost as tall as a person.
"this… "
Zhao Hui looked at the grass in front of him and didn't know what to say for a moment. If it weren't for the bright car lights, they would almost think they had come to the wilderness.
"Brother, you should go back. You haven't been here for many years. I don't know what it has become."
Liang Qingya tried his best to hold back his smile, turned around and got into the car. Before leaving, he did not forget to write down his phone number and address to Cheng Qiao. Cheng Qiao also picked up a pen and wrote down his address and phone number.
"The call is from the village committee. You may have to wait."
When Liang Qingya saw Cheng Qiao's address, his eyes suddenly shrank. Xiangyang Village, what the hell is this place? Could it be that Cheng Qiao went to the countryside
Then he thought of what happened to the Zhao family and couldn't help but sigh. He guessed that Cheng Liguo arranged for Cheng Qiao to go to the countryside in order to avoid this disaster.
For the first time, Liang Qingya agreed with Cheng Liguo and felt that this man still had some brains, otherwise Cheng Qiao would have been sent to the Northwest like Zhao Qiming and Zhao Qijun.
"You guys go in first, I'll come back tomorrow."
"Okay, go back and be careful, and we'll contact you then."
Zhao Hui nodded and walked into the house with the help of the car lights. Cheng Qiao also waved to Liang Qingya and took out a flashlight, indicating that she had light.
After finally entering the house, Zhao Hui placed the urn on the table. Then he pulled the rope and the light above the table came on, but unfortunately it was very dim.
"Cheng Qiao, this is your mother's house. Your grandmother bought it as a dowry for her. The title deed is also in that secret room. You can find it yourself when the time comes."
"My mother's house. The secret room is also here."
Cheng Qiao finally understood why this yard had not been confiscated. It turned out that it had been registered under her mother's name for a long time and had nothing to do with the Zhao family anymore.
Zhao Hui nodded and took Cheng Qiao for a walk around the house. It was a house similar to a siheyuan, but it only had one entrance. However, there were yards in front and back, and the backyard was not small.
"It's just the master bedroom. Your mother lived there for a while. The things inside haven't been moved. There is an entrance to the underground secret room in the next room. You can go and take a look. Your uncle will stay in the west courtyard tonight and will be buried early tomorrow morning."
"Uncle, I understand. I brought candles and incense. Let's set up a simple mourning hall for grandpa tonight."
"You don't mind."
"Why should I mind? If it weren't for my grandparents, there wouldn't be my mother's house."
Cheng Qiao took out incense, candles, and sandalwood from her backpack. These were things she had found with great difficulty in the space. She also put the cakes and some dishes she had bought on the train on the backpack.
"Grandpa, conditions are limited right now, so just make do with what you have. In five or six years, I will bring little Cheng Li to visit you and grandma's graves."
Zhao Hui's heart moved. What did Cheng Qiao mean by that? Why would it take five or six years? Would the situation change after five or six years
But he cleverly pretended to be deaf and dumb, but he had already started to make plans in his mind. Cheng Liguo’s old leader was Ye Chengying, otherwise, just because he was Minmin’s husband, he would not have been rehabilitated so quickly.
It seems that Cheng Qiao's uncle Li Bing is also a soldier in the garrison. They may have inside information. Cheng Qiao knew about it and used this method to remind himself.
Cheng Qiao specifically reminded Ye Hui not to act rashly, because the final darkness was crazy and it would be easy to be targeted if one was not careful.
"Uncle, go get some sleep. I'll be keeping vigil tonight."
"Can you handle it?"
"I can do it. I slept enough on the train and I'm not sleepy at all now."
Zhao Hui nodded. He was indeed very tired. He went to the west room and fell asleep without even taking off his clothes. Cheng Qiao quickly closed the door and entered the space.
"Xiao Chengli, Mom's grandfather has passed away. Can you please kowtow to him?"
Little Cheng Li tried hard to digest Cheng Qiao's words. His mother's grandfather was his great-grandfather and he should kowtow to him.