Rebirth in the 50s: The Couple with the Hidden Space novel Chapter 1281

Chapter 1281: Chapter 1153: Thunderbolt on a Sunny Day

When the afterglow of the summer sunset fell on the funeral parlor, Cheng Sijin and Cheng Siyu arrived with their wives, greeted by a chorus of cries.

There is a kind of pain that is the piercing agony of losing a loving father, able to penetrate to the bones.

The father who tirelessly taught and supported them, will henceforth be separated from them by a vast distance, an unbearable weight in life.

For Cheng Sijin and his brother, not seeing their father on his deathbed, nor gathering for one last meal together, would be a lifelong regret.

Was it any different for Cheng Ruzhu?

A sorrowful atmosphere enveloped the funeral parlor.

This is truly not a comforting place.

Zhou Jiao dared not believe that one day she too would suffer such agony. Listening to their cries, tears streamed down her face.

No matter how many contributions one has made to the country, no matter how grand the memorial service, when a person dies, all is truly said and done.

With one last look at the gravestones at Babaoshan, Zhou Jiao supported Old Mrs. Cheng, neither daring nor able to look back as they left.

She was truly afraid of this place and hoped to never visit this ghostly spot again.

But fate is unpredictable, and things may not go as she wishes.

Just as she feared, the day they saw Mr. Cheng off, Old Mrs. Cheng collapsed, and it was into Zhou Jiao’s arms that she fell.

Staring blankly at the emergency room door, Zhou Jiao felt utterly lost.

She knew that the family member who cared for and loved her, who made her feel a grandmother’s kindness, was truly slipping away.

It was futile; she couldn’t be saved.

When the old man left, Old Mrs. Cheng’s heart left with him. She was preoccupied with thoughts of her departed husband, worried he’d be lonely, and couldn’t forget their vow to journey together on the road to the underworld.

The emergency room doors opened, and the leading doctor shook his head at the family, "Go, go and see Old Mrs. Cheng one last time..."

Hearing this, Zhou Jiao’s vision went dark, and she bit her lip hard, wondering why she couldn’t escape this reality.

One by one, the Cheng family members went in; Zhou Jiao, with no courage to face it all, watched those going in and out in a daze.

Zhou Xiaozheng looked at his daughter leaning in her husband’s arms, gently stroking her head, "Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, look at Dad, Dad is here."

Cheng Ruzhu came out, tears flowing, and choked as she spoke to Zhou Jiao’s family gathered around, "Brother, go in quickly, Mom wants to see you."

Zhou Xiaozheng turned his stiff head and glanced at her.

Zhang Guoqing squeezed Zhou Jiao’s hands, "Wife, let’s go, we should see Old Mrs. Cheng."

Zhou Jiao, having recovered by the time her father spoke to her, nodded slightly, stood up, and gently shook her head at her worried sons to the side.

As Zhou Xiaozheng led his family inside, it was already filled with Cheng family children and grandchildren, who automatically made a path, all their eyes on the reclining Old Mrs. Cheng.

Unsure if it was a last burst of energy before passing.

At that moment, Old Mrs. Cheng, as if in her usual self, smiled at them as they walked in.

"Little aunt..."

Old Mrs. Cheng held onto Zhou Xiaozheng’s hand with both of hers, patting it gently, "Don’t be sad, everyone has this day when they get old. According to fortune-tellers, I’ve already lived ten extra years."

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