Chapter 1718 The Grandson Is Not in the Mourning Hall

Unlike yesterday, many people gathered at Grandpa Ruan's house. The same thing was that everyone was weeping, with paper money in their hands and white cloth around their waists.

Yellow paper money has long been piled up into hills.

People in a hurry, coming in and out, coming and going, those who can stay are those who respect Grandpa Ruan.

It was the first time Xiaoqing saw this kind of battle, and she was a little stunned.

However, Ruan Tiantian looked accustomed to it, as if she was used to it, she tightened her clothes and walked over without saying a word.

The people who keep accounts at the gate are all from the village.

Even people who are not in the village basically know her. Out of sympathy or gossip, the older people want to comfort her, and the younger people want to look at Ruan Tiantian.

And Ruan Tiantian didn't look sideways, didn't even stop for a moment, and didn't greet acquaintances as usual.

She stepped straight across the threshold.

The small courtyard is already different from last night.

There is a square table in the center of the courtyard, candles are placed on the table, and food is eaten, and a curtain stands behind the table.

A magnified photo of Grandpa Ruan was pasted on it, with words of condolence written on both sides of the photo.

Seeing this, Ruan Tiantian was stunned for a moment, and stopped moving forward. She looked straight at the person in the photo, and suddenly couldn't move her legs.

This photo is her first photo of her grandpa.

I still remember that it was one of the few times my grandfather took pictures in his life. He has been in this village all year round, and he is not aware of the advanced technology today.

When she took out her mobile phone and told him that it could take pictures, Grandpa showed disbelief.

She still remembers it.

The grandpa in the camera is nervous and reserved, looking at the camera shyly, always feeling at a loss. She also laughed at the time and said that grandpa was not taking pictures, but an elementary school student listening to the teacher's lecture.

Grandpa just smiled at the time.

She didn't expect that so many years had passed since this photo, and she didn't expect that this photo would be the last photo of her grandfather.

Ruan Tiantian suddenly felt her throat was tight and unable to make a sound.

Xiaoqing followed behind her, carefully asking, "Tiantian, are you alright?"

Ruan Tiantian came back to her senses and shook her head at Xiaoqing, then she continued to walk, bypassing the villagers standing in the courtyard, and walked towards the inner room.

A coffin was placed in the center of the hall.

Ruan Tiantian knew that her grandfather was lying there, and also knew that she would never have a grandfather again.

In the small main room, there are a few older people sitting, Ruan Tiantian knows them, they are all friends of grandpa once, they traveled all over the world with grandpa when they were young.

If it were normal, she would have already stepped forward to say hello.

But now, she doesn't think so at all.

She saw Big Brother Ruan kneeling in front of his grandfather's mourning hall, burning paper money in his hand. This kind of thing was always done by the grandson in the village.

And the grandfather's grandson, Ruan Jie, has no idea where he is.

Not only Ruan Jie, but even Ruan Hong and Wu Zhaodi could not be seen.

Ruan Tiantian walked forward without saying a word: "Brother Ruan, let me come."

Brother Ruan is not an old man in the village. He has long seen those speculative news on the Internet, and also learned from his mother that she just had a miscarriage, and he knows that she cannot be tired.

Shaking his head, he said, "You are unwell and need to rest, so let me do it."

Ruan Tiantian didn't answer in a hurry, she looked up at the coffin in front of her, and just looked at it for a while without moving.

Finally, he knelt on the ground with a bang.