Chapter 694: The Clouds Clear (1)

After leaving the Interstellar Cemetery, several vehicles with white flowers on their faces were speeding back to the Summer Garden under the setting sun.

After several days and nights of wind and rain, the yard of Xia Yuan was already in a mess. The gardener worked hard to save it for a long time. There were still many potted plants scattered around. The pots were broken, but the plants were in good condition, waiting to be replaced with new ones one by one. flowerpot.

The two wintersweet trees have tilted together, and even the unparalleled swing has been blown to the ground. This is a rare storm in S City in decades, so why not for the Xia family?

When Wushuang entered the door, he saw Xia Jingshan sitting on a wicker chair. His old eyes were looking at the setting sun hanging on the sky in the distance. The last afterglow before setting in the west was scattered on him without hesitation. His hair, eyebrows, and sparse beard, which had turned gray in just a few days, were coated with a light golden color. The picture of the old man and the sunset was very beautiful, but so sad.

"Grandpa..."

Wushuang's heart sank, and he called out softly, disturbing the old man who seemed to be admiring the beauty of the sunset.

"You're back? Have you dealt with everything?"

Xia Jingshan looked away from the distant sky, looked at the young couple approaching each other, and asked.

"Yes, everything has been taken care of. The temperature outside is too high. Grandpa should go inside."

Wushuang approached and found that a thin layer of sweat had already overflowed from Xia Jingshan's forehead.

"I feel cold, so I'd better get some sunshine." Xia Jingshan pointed his old and thin finger at the setting sun and said, "Shuangshuang, do you think grandpa looks like it? I don't know how many more times I can watch it sink to the west. , take a few more looks when you have the opportunity, if it sinks, you won’t be able to see anything.”

There was something in the words of the frail old man. Hearing the emotions that Wu Shuang had finally suppressed came back to his heart. The man beside her squeezed her cold little hands and said to Xia Jingshan, "Grandpa, grandpa "I haven't been out and about for a long time. I will go back to the summer garden in the next two days. I see that the yard is in a mess, and I am afraid I have to urge the gardener to clean it up. I remember that grandpa likes the camellias grown by my grandpa, so it is a pity. "

Hearing this, Xia Jingshan's dim eyes finally flashed with a faint light, and he straightened up, "Is the old chief coming? We just talked on the phone not long ago, but I didn't hear what he said."

"I'm afraid I have to give you a surprise."

In fact, Mu Baichuan didn't say he was going out, but Mu Jinchen saw that his mood was too low, so he had to stabilize him first, and then told Mu Baichuan to come over and comfort him.

After a while, Xia Jingshan's eyes dimmed again, "It's better to ask him not to come over. He's not in line with etiquette. If you have some unrelated matters at home, don't rush into him. Let's talk about it after a hundred days have passed."

"Grandpa, our family doesn't pay attention to this."

Xia Jingshan still waved his hand, somewhat uninterested, "Let's talk about it later."

At this moment, Xia Ziwei came back, still holding the black and white portrait of Xia Jinrong in both hands, and not yet taking off her mourning clothes. She walked to Xia Jingshan and shouted in a low voice, "Grandpa..."

Xia Jingshan glanced at her, and his eyes quickly passed over the portrait. Xia Jinrong in the photo looked younger than when he left, so fresh, so kind...

Xia Jingshan touched it with his trembling old hands, then quickly turned away and waved, "Send it to worship."