394 Chu Zhe Is Back

He realized that he might have gotten into trouble.

The number of guests in front of the house only decreased after ten o’clock at night. Other than the blood relations of Chu Ning’s grandfather, the rest had left, leaving behind a floor covered with melon skin and fruit scraps to clean.

“Xiao Ning, go inside and rest for a while. I’ll clean up. You’ve been traveling all day; you must be tired,” Mrs. Chu said with a haggard look.

“Mom, you’re the one who needs a good rest. You haven’t slept since yesterday afternoon. You and Dad should go and sleep for a while,” Chu Ning said with her heart aching, looking at her mother’s swollen eyes.

“Mom, you should go rest. Xiao Zhang and I are also around,” Chu Jing said softly after walking to Mrs. Chu’s side.

As for Chu Huan, he had long found a place to sleep.

Chu Ning’s father had been kneeling on the futon the entire time. He had to keep a vigil. Chu Ning’s grandmother had passed away from overwork before Chu Zhe was born.

“You’re really lucky. If Old Chu sees all of you gathered here, he’ll be able to die in peace.” An old man looked at the Chu family before him and said with a complicated tone.

He was Chu Ning’s grandfather’s cousin. When he saw that his cousin’s descendants had grown up, other than feeling sorry for his cousin, he was also gratified.

“Uncle, it’s late. You should go back and rest,” Mrs. Chu said to the old man.

“I’m fine.” The old man shook his head.

“I also have one foot in the grave. I can’t bear to sleep.” The old man waved his hand and smiled.

Chu Ning understood what the old man meant. He felt that he didn’t have much time left, so he didn’t want to sleep. After all, he would definitely sleep forever after death.

While they were chatting, Chu Ning saw a flashlight not far away, shaking constantly. Then, the flashlight went out.

Chu Ning’s heart was moved, and she went up to him.

Chu Zhe was back.

Chu Zhe’s face was filled with sorrow. In contrast to Chu Jing’s calm attitude, he appeared to be very heartbroken. Chu Jing was also upset, but he would not show it on his face.

The two of them had lived there when they were young, so they still had feelings for the place.

“Mom, my condolences!” Chu Zhe helped his kneeling mother up and hugged her gently.

“Little Zhe, go and say goodbye to your grandfather…” Mrs. Chu started crying again.

Seeing this, Chu Ning could only hug her mother and comfort her. Chu Zhe took a deep breath and walked into the central room to bid his final farewell.

The moment he had received news of his grandfather’s death, he did not hesitate to rush back to his hometown.

Chu Ning only fell into a deep sleep in a room upstairs after midnight.

But at six in the morning, she had to get up.

The next day, they invited the guests who had come to offer their condolences the day before.

When they reached the central room downstairs, Chu Ning couldn’t help but whisper, “Dad, Big Brother, you guys should rest for a while.”

The two people in front of her had been kneeling on the futon before Chu Ning’s grandfather’s coffin for the entire night.

“Xiao Ning, you’re awake?” After Chu Zhe heard Chu Ning’s voice, he slowly got up from the futon. His knees made a crisp sound.

“Yes, I am.” Chu Ning nodded.

“When will Eldest Uncle and the others return?” Chu Zhe asked.

“Eldest Uncle might be too busy to come back. Third Uncle said he’s very busy and might come back tomorrow. Fourth Aunt hasn’t replied,” Chu Jing, who was at the side, said softly.

“Third brother should be back by noon,” Chu Huan said as he yawned.

“Tell them that Grandpa left some antiques and relics before he passed away.” Chu Zhe sighed and looked at Chu Jing helplessly.

“Alright.” Chu Jing nodded.

Of course, he knew that there were no cultural relics in his hometown, but if he didn’t say so, his grandfather’s children wouldn’t be able to gather, and the funeral wouldn’t be perfect.

After all, his children were still around, but if they didn’t come back to mourn their father’s death, not only would the Chu family lose face and be laughed at, but they would also be unable to give an explanation to the deceased.

Chu Zhe walked out of the door after he was done explaining these matters.

“Grandpa, is the Mountain God still around?” Chu Zhe asked softly.

Grandpa was Grandpa Chu’s cousin, and the Mountain God had saved his life when he was young.

“He’s still here. You should go and visit him. You were bewitched when you were young, and you’ve almost never been sick since he cured you, right? He’s already 91 years old this year,” the old man rued.

“I’ll go when the funeral is over,” Chu Zhe promised.

“Big Brother, what’s the flavor of that yellow paper ash?” Chu Huan asked curiously.

“You want to try it?” Chu Zhe turned and asked Chu Huan.

“No…” Chu Huan hurriedly shook his head.

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