Zhou Xiaozheng drove the car, and from a distance, he saw his daughter, son-in-law, and the clan leader waiting together at the entrance of the ancestral hall. The heavy feelings were somewhat relaxed upon seeing Zhou Jiao. Cheerfully, he said to Old Mrs. Cheng, "Auntie, soon you’ll see Jiao Jiao. They’re not far ahead, just the two of them."
Old Mrs. Cheng hurriedly looked out the window, squinting her eyes. "I truly am old now, my eyesight’s not good; I can only see shadows. Let’s quickly go and see the children."
Awhile later, several cars stopped next to the one driven by Zhang Guoqing. Zhou Xiaozheng supported Old Mrs. Cheng, followed by a group of people, as they walked towards the ancestral hall.
Before reaching the ancestral hall, Old Mrs. Cheng tried hard to open her eyes wide, stepped in, and upon seeing Zhou Jiao’s smiling face, couldn’t help but burst into tears, rushing towards Zhou Jiao, stumbling into a hug in front of the astonished Zhou Jiao.
"Sister, why didn’t you wait for me? I’m Qinglian. Sister, why haven’t you ever appeared in my dreams?"
Zhou Jiao snapped out of it, quickly hugging Old Mrs. Cheng back, gently comforting her, and patting her softly, "Auntie Grandma, look at me, I’m your younger generation, I’m Jiao Jiao. Look at me, I’m warm. Touch me to see if that’s true."
Zhou Xiaozheng looked at his daughter’s thin figure and hurriedly stepped forward to support Old Mrs. Cheng, consoling her repeatedly, "Auntie, look, this is our Jiao Jiao. You mustn’t get too excited; your body might not handle it."
Doctor Huang, already prepared, stepped forward to give Old Mrs. Cheng an injection. He pulled out the silver needles, fed her medicine, and only after she took a breath did he wipe his sweat and retreat.
Old Mrs. Cheng drank some warm water, grasping Zhou Jiao’s arm firmly, tears streaming down her face, gently pondering Zhou Jiao’s small face, "Not my sister, really not my sister. Our Jiao Jiao is exactly like her. When she had children, she was just this frail and so weak. Child, did I scare you?"
Zhou Jiao smiled and shook her head, "Auntie Grandma, do I really look so much like Grandma? I’m very happy; you won’t scare me. Grandma’s granddaughter isn’t so soft. Thank you for keeping Grandma in your memory; she would surely be happy knowing we’re reunited."
Zhou Xiaozheng quickly followed up, "Auntie, we agreed to be happy from now on. You mustn’t get too excited. I’ll have Jiao Jiao accompany you; we can talk things over slowly."
Zhou Jiao took the handkerchief Zhang Guoqing offered and gently wiped the tears from Old Mrs. Cheng’s face, smiling as she said, "Auntie Grandma, you must take care of yourself. You have to tell me stories about Grandma. I’m waiting for you to accompany me to see Grandpa and Grandma. We mustn’t be sad."
Old Mrs. Cheng nodded tearfully, smiling, "Okay, Auntie Grandma listens to you. If you say not to be sad, then I won’t be sad. Your Grandma always said a girl mustn’t be weak and shouldn’t shed tears. Child, you speak just like your Grandma. If your Grandpa were still alive to see you, he’d surely be proud. He always said he wanted a daughter just like your Grandma. Unfortunately, both their lives were short, and they couldn’t see you."
"Don’t worry, Grandpa and Grandma are always watching over us from above; they’re always protecting my Dad and me. You see, the two of us have made it through. In the future, we’ll often visit Grandpa and Grandma’s graves and talk to them. They’ll surely be happy knowing we’re all together."
Mr. Cheng looked at Zhou Jiao with a smile, having heard much about her. Seeing her in person now, she indeed resembles her Grandma. Her tone and ability to comfort others are exactly alike.
Mr. Lin nudged Mr. Cheng next to him, proudly saying, "How about it? Isn’t my Jiao Jiao quite exceptional? Doesn’t she look like a lady of a great family? I wasn’t exaggerating, was I?"
Mr. Cheng laughed heartily, jokingly patting him, "That’s good lineage; what are you proud of? She’s not from your rough lot." Then, unable to help but nod, "You haven’t seen Gu Mingzhu. If Jiao Jiao goes to Shangjing City, those older generations would immediately say she’s the offspring of Zhou Jinyu and Gu Mingzhu. Just seeing her, they’d know without need for evidence."
Mr. Lin asked doubtfully, "Really that alike? Are you sure your wife isn’t seeing things?"
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