boyutpedia Chapter 99: Talk to Grandpa More
Chapter 99: Talk to Grandpa More
When I returned home, my mother was giving gifts to my aunt. It was rare for me to see my aunt smiling at my mother, and even rarer to see a flattering look on my mother's face.
I stared at that greedy and pretentious face, feeling more and more uncomfortable, and turned to go to my grandfather's room.
My mother has never been so humble in her life. Since I was a child, when I came to my grandfather's house, I had to look at my aunt's face. My mother was always very strong and she was always what she said. In a place like the capital, she would rather die in poverty than flatter the noble ladies in the court, let alone compromise with them.
At this moment, my mother, who had always been proud and noble, was actually trying to please her. She was holding a heavy box of gold and silver jewelry, rouge and powder in her hands, and speaking to her in a humbly voice.
I couldn't help but feel a great pain in my heart when I thought about it. My clenched fists felt a piercing pain, and my teeth were chattering. I slowly squatted down holding the bamboo pole. I didn't want to see my mother like this, nor did I want to make my uncle sad.
How can I protect my mother? Unless I quickly marry Yun Hance, if I marry well, she will naturally be polite to my mother, but with the attitude of the princess, it is obviously unlikely.
In fact, what I wanted in my heart was to kill her, because I deeply felt that it was not worth it, not worth it for my uncle to marry such a short-sighted and vulgar woman. When I thought about it, my uncle was also very handsome when he was young, and my grandfather's family was not poor, and their family background was not bad.
If she died, would Zhou Shufen no longer be so arrogant? Would my mother no longer have to be so humble to her? Would my uncle be able to find a virtuous woman again? Would my grandfather be happy?
But my uncle would be unhappy, and my mother would probably hate me to death. What about my grandfather? After all, she is my grandfather's family.
So my mother deserves to speak to her in a humbly manner and give her a lot of money, just asking her to be quiet and not make a fuss?
My mother could tolerate this, but I couldn't. I felt liquid slowly flowing down my palms, but I didn't care. I was still thinking that I had to endure it even if I couldn't, because I had promised my mother.
"What are you doing squatting here?"
I slowly raised my head. My uncle was bent over with his hands behind his back. “Hurry up and get up. Your clothes are soaked by the snow.”
As he spoke, he stretched out one hand to pull me up. I slowly stretched out my hand, and he pulled me up with a little force. Then he opened his palm, and there were some bright red spots on his white palm: "What's the matter? Is your hand injured?"
I was about to shake my head when he grabbed my hand, looked at it carefully, took a deep breath and said, "Follow me." Then he grabbed my hand and walked forward.
His yard was decorated very simply, with two bare pine and cypress trees, and the windows were covered with white gauze, which was very plain. There was only a half-new bed, a pearwood octagonal table and a few stools, and a few large boxes with the paint almost peeling off.
He took out a small medicine bottle from the box and said sadly, "I know you are angry, but don't hurt your body, okay?"
I nodded silently. He used his cold fingers to soak a handkerchief in water, wrung it dry and slowly wiped the blood off my hands. Although he didn't say another word, I knew he must be feeling very uncomfortable from the suppressed feeling he had. But like me, he thought killing her was too easy, but he couldn't do it.
"How is Grandpa? What did the doctor say?"
I deliberately changed the subject, but his hands suddenly trembled: "It's okay, it's okay, your grandpa was injured and lost a lot of blood, just rest for a while, and he will be fine after some rest."
Seeing his obviously panicked look, my suspicion deepened.
After the medicine was applied, I went to my grandfather's room. He was asleep at this moment, so I sat beside the bed and looked at him. His face was full of wrinkles, his breathing was slightly heavy as he slept, and his eyes were closed, looking extremely peaceful. If I hadn't heard his breathing, I would have even suspected that the person lying in front of me was a dead body.
I reached out and touched the back of my grandfather's hand, which was so thin and fleshless. The blue veins were bulging, the wrinkled skin covered the finger bones, and the rough and dry palm was covered with thick calluses. There was a little red spot on the arm like a mole. My eyes couldn't help but lock on this red mole. As far as I can remember, there was no such mole on my grandfather's arm, so the mole might have been acquired?
I was a little unsure, could it be that he was bitten by something? Thinking of this, I quickly took my grandfather's pulse with both hands. Sometimes the pulse was steady and strong, and sometimes it was so weak that I couldn't feel it.
My heart couldn't help but sink. This kind of pulse was not like that of a normal old man, nor was it like that of a patient. Although the pulse of an old man would be slightly slower and less strong, it was also regular. The pulse of a patient would be weak and superficial.
"Ranran, let me see Ranran, this home is yours..."
My grandfather's breath was weak, but every word he spoke was extremely clear, and every word reached my cochlea. I wanted to wake him up, but I couldn't help but want to listen.
"Aren't you just afraid that the family property will be divided among the second son? He is studying in Qingcheng Mountain and will not come back to fight for it."
I had actually expected what my grandfather would say. That's why my uncle lived in our house when he was young, but went to Qingcheng Mountain when he grew up and didn't come home for many years.
"You hired someone to pretend to be the bandit, didn't you?"
I watched my grandfather getting more and more agitated, his skinny and sunken cheeks puffed up, "You admit it? How could a daughter-in-law bribe someone to kill her father-in-law? You vicious woman, hasn't the boss treated you well these years? How are you going to face him in the future like this?"
So she admitted in front of my grandfather that it was indeed her who harmed my grandfather, right? In my eyes, not only was my uncle very good to her, but my grandfather also gave her the inner house and let her spend as much money as she wanted.
Why is she so narrow-minded? Why can't she let grandpa live well? He is just an old man.
"You'd better cut off the connection with the capital as soon as possible. Ranran is your niece after all..."
I was listening intently when suddenly a muffled groan came from my grandfather's mouth, and a mouthful of thick blood vomited out. I immediately cried out with tears in my eyes, "Grandpa, Grandpa."
I called a few times, but no maid or old woman came in. Instead, my grandfather suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were extremely clear. I had noticed my grandfather's eyes, which were always cloudy and earthy gray before, but this time they were really sparkling and clear, like black pearls washed in water.
He smiled and raised his hand to touch my face: "Ranran, are you scared?"
His hand seemed to have more strength. I covered my grandfather's hand, shook my head and smiled, "No, what Grandpa vomited was all blood clots, which were toxins. Only by vomiting them out can your body get better."
When grandpa heard the word "toxin", the smile on his face disappeared instantly, and he quickly changed the subject: "Ranran, do you remember that when you were a child, you got lost once. Your mother and I carried lanterns to look for you, and my father also wrapped himself in a thick quilt and carried a lantern to look for you. Grandpa remembers..."
As he was talking, he started coughing violently again. The blood on his chest was very glaring. I turned around to ask someone to change grandpa's clothes, but grandpa grabbed me and said, "Ranran, stay with grandpa and talk more."