He Mingrun and Meng Yuan glanced at each other, Meng Yuan gave him an encouraging look.
Hearing the news, perhaps Grandmother would live a few more years with a good mood.
He Mingrun held his grandmother's hand and smiled, "Grandmother, do you still think of Auntie often these years?" He Mingrun decided to proceed gradually.
The old lady's gaze flickered. There was not much to avoid about this topic. She smiled and nodded, "Grandmother has been dreaming of your auntie's return these past few days. I'm thinking, perhaps our mother and daughter will be reunited soon?"
He Mingrun's gaze deepened. He knew Grandmother meant something else.
The old lady pointed to the bamboo forest not far away, her gaze dark and deep, "Mingrun, this place was originally a villa. Your grandfather bought it and then had it dismantled and expanded to become the current He family old residence. Do you see that bamboo forest? That's where your auntie's studio used to be. The main residence was moved over there, and this area was used as a scenic spot. The studio was also dismantled."
"When the studio was being dismantled, your grandfather and I had a huge argument. He ruined my daughter's life, and now he wants to cut off my last shred of remembrance."
"But he shouted at me, saying that the dead cannot be brought back to life, and what use is it to keep it? It only makes people more painful to reminisce. At the time, I thought he was right, and the studio was dismantled just like that."
"Heh heh..." At this point, the old lady laughed happily, a hint of pride in her voice.
"Your auntie was so good at painting back then. Her paintings were exceptional. If she were alive, she would definitely be a very famous painter."
He had seen his auntie's paintings. They were indeed very good.
"Grandmother, I've seen Auntie's paintings." He Mingrun also smiled.
"Yes, it's a pity she had bad luck." The old lady sighed, a trace of profound pain flashing in her eyes.
He Mingrun also took a deep breath before saying, "Grandmother, what if Auntie didn't die? Would you like to see her?"
"Heh heh..." The old lady chuckled, glancing at her eldest grandson, "You silly boy, are you joking? You don't tease Grandmother like this. If I were to see your auntie, you wouldn't see Grandmother anymore."
The old lady seemed fine, even able to joke happily.
He Mingrun also smiled before saying, "Grandmother, I'm serious. Auntie is alive."
The old lady was stunned for a moment, then she remembered that Mingrun came to see her because he had something to tell her. "Boy, what are you talking about?" The old lady's expression became serious, and the pain in her heart could no longer be suppressed.
That was her daughter, her excellent and proud daughter.
If she hadn't died, why hadn't she come back to see her all these years?
He Mingrun waited for his grandmother to calm down for a while. Seeing the pain on her face gradually lessen, he said, "Grandmother, it's true. Xiao Jiu has already found Auntie. Auntie is at Xiao Jiu's house now and will be here to see you shortly."
"At that time, Auntie was already suffering from depression. If she hadn't faked her death, Auntie would have eventually died from depression. Grandmother, you also know that Mu Yunxiao was a playboy and still hasn't settled down at his age.
Grandmother, but now Auntie is very happy. All these years, she never let go of you. Auntie has always wanted to come back and see you."
He Mingrun explained the whole story.
After listening, the old lady burst into tears. In her cloudy eyes, her pupils trembled. Junshu was still alive!
She was still alive!
She wasn't dreaming!
He Mingrun and Meng Yuan didn't dare to breathe loudly, staring at their grandmother nervously.
After a long while, He Mingrun slowly spoke, "Grandmother, are you alright?"
The old lady came back to her senses and looked at him. Elderly people have experienced too much and are not fazed by life and death. However, at this moment, the old lady's mind was still a bit hazy. "Mingrun, Grandmother isn't dreaming, nor is she senile. Grandmother just heard you say your auntie is alive. Is this true?"
Hearing his grandmother's words, He Mingrun felt a lot more relieved. Grandmother's reaction meant she had recovered.
"Yes, Grandmother."
As they were speaking, He Mingrun's phone buzzed. He looked down at the message and then smiled at his grandmother, "Grandmother, Xiao Jiu has brought Auntie over. They are almost in the hall. After the person Auntie liked got married, she had another son. Grandmother has two grandsons."
"Really?" The old lady smiled, her voice trembling.
Being alive is better than being dead!
Her daughter was still alive!
"Really, they've all come this time." He Mingrun pursed his lips and smiled, quietly looking at his grandmother. The pained expression on her face was slowly turning into surprise.
"Quick, quick, Mingrun, Yuan Yuan, take me to see your auntie. If I see her alive and well, I can die with no regrets." Who can understand the pain of an elder outliving their child?
She had been kind her whole life, and she didn't know what she had done wrong for her daughter to suffer such injustice.
Now that she saw a glimmer of hope, she was too excited.
"Grandmother, don't talk nonsense." He Mingrun helped his grandmother to stand up.
Meng Yuan held the old lady's hand, and the three of them returned to the main hall.
They saw Mu Jiuchen leading a group of people in.
"Mom."
He Junshu looked at her mother and ran over, crying, kneeling before her mother.
"Wuwuwu... Mom, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...!" He Junshu kept saying sorry.
She didn't know what else to say besides these words!
The old lady immediately spotted her daughter in the crowd. Her daughter was outstanding, tall, and had a good temperament. She recognized her at a glance. Before she could recover from the shock, a figure rushed in front of her and burst into tears.
Her gaze moved down little by little, looking at her daughter embracing her, looking at her face that was no longer young. This face was still the familiar one, "Xiao Shu!"
She called out to her as usual, her voice filled with a smile and doting eyes.
"Mom, it's me, it's me, Xiao Shu." He Junshu looked at her mother, her face full of tears.
Hearing her daughter's response, the old lady finally realized she wasn't dreaming.
"Get up, Xiao Shu, get up quickly." The old lady bent down and helped her daughter up. Mother and daughter finally looked at each other face to face.
"You foolish girl, you should have told your mother. For your happiness, would your mother have stopped you?"
If her daughter had told her that she didn't want to live on, she would have agreed to the fake death.
What mother wouldn't want her daughter to live happily?
"Mom." He Junshu wiped away her tears, "I'm sorry. At the time, I just wanted to leave quickly and didn't think about anything else."
"Mom understands, Mom understands. It's Mom's fault, Mom didn't realize you were living so miserably?" The old lady hugged her daughter. At this moment, she felt immense peace and joy.
Everyone watching this scene also had their eyes reddened. If not for so many helplessness, who would bear to be separated from their children?