Rebirth in the 50s: The Couple with the Hidden Space novel Chapter 390

Chapter 390: Chapter 299: Visiting the Ancestral Graves

The next day, under a clear sky, the Zhou and Cheng families were driving two cars towards the outskirts of Beijing.

Zhou Xiaozheng had left behind his guards and the families’ aunties to look after Ping’an.

At this moment, Zhang Guoqing was driving his car, following behind Mr. Cheng’s car. Inside the car, it was solemn; Zhou Jiao tightly held Zhou Xiaozheng’s hand, hoping to give him some strength.

Gazing at the distant mountain peaks outside the window, her thoughts were myriad. Last night when she returned home, she first sent away Old Mrs. Cheng. By the time the men of the Lin Family came over to the Zhou Family for idle chat, it was already deep into the night.

Facing the two wooden boxes brought back, she couldn’t sleep a wink. Whenever she closed her eyes, the face of Gu Ruyi, well-maintained and smiling, appeared before her.

Born into a wealthy family? Strip away that veneer, what’s left?

The truth had been hidden for long; a letter from her grandmother didn’t mention a word of the past events. Did she already know the truth and refuse to let hatred pass on to the next generation, or was she also kept in the dark?

She tested Old Mrs. Cheng with a few words. The sadness and sorrow reflected in those eyes, eyes that had seen the vicissitudes of life, made her heart tremble. Was there any need to ask more?

Arriving at the foot of the mountain, the group walked to a small cabin in the mountains. This was the resting place where Zhou Jinyu and Gu Mingzhu, under assumed names, stayed years ago. Across a hill lay the Zhou Family’s ancestral grave.

The cabin was very simple. Likely it was kept tidy by people under Old Mrs. Cheng’s instructions over the years, but unfortunately, it bore no traces of life. The dead vanish like clouds, disappearing just like that from the world.

Old Mrs. Cheng had prepared incense and paper money in advance; now two baskets were placed inside the room.

After resting for a while, Zhou Xiaozheng and Zhang Guoqing declined the gesture from the others.

The father-in-law and son-in-law each picked up a basket and led the way. The mountain path was rugged, and everyone helped each other as they proceeded.

Gazing at the mountain kills the horse; it’s not supposed to be the time for worship, with the valley’s cold wind so fierce.

After stopping intermittently for three hours, they finally arrived at the secluded Zhou Family ancestral grave.

There were no imagined magnificent tomb clusters, just some mounds covered with trees and weeds.

The glory of the Zhou Family over hundreds of years turned to dust; whether the ancestors of the Zhou Family could rest in peace was unknown.

Not far away was a recently tidied grave, and Zhou Xiaozheng was already kneeling on the ground, his head touching the earth.

Seeing his trembling shoulders, Zhou Jiao wiped the tears from her face and knelt behind him with Zhang Guoqing.

In her ears was Old Mrs. Cheng’s heart-wrenching cries, hearing Mr. Cheng repeatedly say, "The children have all returned," hearing him sitting in front of the grave muttering that Zhou Jinyu and his wife had finally got their wish, they now had a little Mingzhu.

Zhou Jiao bit her lips hard, raised her head to stare at the silhouette ahead, at the vivid names on the tombstone.

She vowed to repay blood with blood! It won’t be long; soon she could personally bring news to the two elders.

Mr. Cheng, seeing Zhou Xiaozheng and Zhou Jiao kneeling before him, raised his head to wipe away his tears.

For a moment, he saw Zhou Jiao’s dark eyes fixed on the tombstone, her lips bitten until they bled, yet apart from tear marks, there was no trace of tears on her face, calm to the terrifying extent.

He closed his eyes with a silent sigh; it seemed surely there were matters yet to be unearthed.

A fateful tie indeed, something serious was bound to happen.

Mr. Cheng stood up, helping his wife to rise, and pointed to the offerings in the basket. This family only knew how to kneel; only his wife could personally take the action. Seeing the sun was about to set, he gestured to have his eldest son Cheng Sijin to help.

Zhou Jiao put paper money into Zhou Xiaozheng’s hand; she didn’t persuade him, simply leaned close to him, silently burning the paper money.

No matter how cold the ground was, it couldn’t dissolve the hatred in their hearts; no matter how fierce the wind, it couldn’t blow away the sorrow inside.

After burning all the paper money, the father and daughter tightly leaned against the tombstone, silently gazing at the grave.

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