"Mom, really, go and rest."
She felt more and more that her mother's state was not right, and while speaking, she pushed her out of the door, "Go and accompany you, your granddaughter, she is in the room."
Before, she and her mother had mentioned about her and Ji Jingfeng, but now she asked Ji Jingfeng again, as if she didn't know that she and Ji Jingfeng had broken up.
Hearing the three words from her granddaughter, the mother's gray eyes suddenly brightened, and she grabbed Ji Anning's wrist excitedly, "You and Jing Feng have children?"
"No." Ji Anning shook her head, preparing to explain, but thinking about the current state of her old man would be another stimulus to her.
After thinking about it, I skipped this topic.
She said: "Hurry up and listen to me and rest. I'm here to watch."
As she spoke, she had already withdrew her mother from the door of the mourning hall, and then she turned her head and winked at Ji Chicheng.
She has to send her mother to the lounge to rest.
There are no relatives at my father's house, just a few cousins and cousins, who have been notified, and they are still on their way.
My mother also got married very far away, and relatives are very far away, and they haven't been in contact for many years, so I didn't notify them.
When her father left, Ji Anning felt that it was normal for her to feel relieved, but it was not normal for her mother to be so calm. For so many years, without her by their side, her mother was taking care of her father every day, and she was doing it herself. Treatment, for her, her father may be her only spiritual support.
Now that father is gone, isn't she because she should feel like the sky is falling down?
Looking at her mother with her eyes closed and breathing more and more evenly, Ji Anning's heart is full of doubts, and she always feels that her mother's feelings for his father have faded a lot.
That year, the father cut off his father's medical expenses, and when his father was about to fail, the mother called her, so worried and crying so sad.
...
Ji Anning didn't leave until she was sure that her mother was asleep. Before she left, she told her assistant to help observe her mother's condition.
Then she returned to the mourning hall. Ji Chicheng stood in front of her father's portrait, not knowing what she was looking at, but he didn't even notice her footsteps behind him.
"Uncle."
Ji Anning called Ji Chicheng, and Ji Chicheng looked away from his father's portrait and turned to look at Ji Anning, "She fell asleep?"
Asked faintly, he walked over to the basin where Mingbi was burning and squatted down, and filled the basin with some paper.
"Yeah." Ji Anning nodded, walked to Ji Chicheng and squatted down, grabbed a handful of paper and put it on the plate.
Then she looked at Ji Chicheng curiously and asked, "What did you just watch?"
Ji Chicheng didn't rush to answer her question. He raised his head again and looked at his father's portrait. It took him a while before he spoke: "You are over with the life you should have given him for more than ten years. "
A look of surprise flashed in Ji Anning's eyes. She didn't expect Ji Chicheng to be thinking about this. She didn't know if he was sorry or feeling sorry for her.
But whether it was regret or distress, she was already moved.
Really, her brother-in-law is really thinking of her all the time.
She also looked at her father's portrait. The photo was taken when his father was very young. His father was very handsome at that time, but she did not have a clear memory of his youthful appearance.