Chapter 985: The Ancestral Brother 2

Chapter 985: The Ancestral Brother 2

Zhang Qilin was placed by Sheng Wan on an old rattan chair in the yard, just like in the past, but that year, it was not yet midsummer.

He watched Sheng Wan leaning half of her body out of the kitchen door, pointing fingers at Sheng Xia, her white hair gleaming in the afternoon sun.

He sat quietly, his hood already taken off, revealing his handsome but expressionless face. His eyes fell on Sheng Wan, as focused as if he was observing an ancient painting that was about to fade.

Hei Xia Zi leaned on the pillar beside him like a boneless person, with his sunglasses facing the kitchen, and he made a sound of "tut-tut" and "The old lady is so energetic and spirited, awesome!

Blind man, I think she can live another 100 or 80 years without any problem! Right, mute? "

However, Sheng Wan is already over 90 years old.

Zhang Qilin ignored him, his eyes still fixed on the busy figure at the kitchen door.

Only the fingertips resting on the armrest of the rattan chair curled up almost imperceptibly.

This is the scene you see when you bring out a plate of steaming braised pork in midsummer.

Grandma was giving orders in front of the stove with a smile and scolding, Zhang Qilin was looking at her the whole time, and Hei Xia Zi was like an idle supervisor.

His nose felt a little sour, and he quickly put the bowl down: "Grandma, the meat is ready, it smells so good!"

"That's right! Grandma's craftsmanship is so good that even gods would drool!"

Sheng Wan wiped her hands proudly and greeted everyone.

He likes braised pork, his brother likes chicken, and the blind man likes lamb.

"Everyone, sit down! Xiaoxia, pick some meat for your brother, Xiao Qilin! He likes to eat lean food!"

Shengxia responded, picked up the chopsticks, carefully picked up a piece of pork belly that was stewed until it was tender and had a rich sauce, with just the right amount of fat and lean, and tremblingly put it into the bowl in front of Brother Zhang.

He was a little nervous, because his "dark history" from childhood came up at an inappropriate time - he had defecated and peed on other people...

He glanced secretly at Zhang Qilin.

Zhang Qilin lowered his eyes and looked at the meat in the bowl without moving.

Just when Shengxia thought he was disgusted, he reached out his hand, and his bony fingers with thin calluses rubbed Shengxia's head lightly and quickly.

The force was as light as a feather brushing past, carrying a strange yet solemn comfort.

Shengxia was stunned, and then the sourness and uneasiness in her heart were suddenly burst open, leaving only a warm and comfortable feeling.

My brother has lost his memory several times, and it’s good enough that he can be like this.

He grinned and stuffed another large piece of meat into his bowl: "Brother, eat it too! Grandma cooked it especially for you!"

Give all the big chicken legs to my brother.

Hei Xiazi was jealous and picked up his chopsticks to poke into the meat bowl: "Oh, the old lady is biased! I am such a big man standing here! I want to be thin too!"

"Pick it up yourself! You don't have hands!" Sheng Wan glared at him, but there was a smile in her eyes, "You can't do without me! You little blind man, you are still so unruly!"

As he spoke, he picked up some mutton for the blind man, which was what the blind man liked to eat, and also some stir-fried pork with green peppers.

The meal was both lively and quiet.

The lively part was Sheng Wan's chattering and Hei Xiazi's jokes, while the quiet part was Zhang Qilin.

He ate slowly but meticulously, chewing every piece of meat carefully.

In the hot summer, people don’t talk much and just concentrate on eating. They eat less and less of grandma’s braised pork.

After dinner, Sheng Wan was obviously less energetic. She leaned back in a rattan chair, basking in the warm sun, her eyelids drooping a little.

Zhang Qilin had moved to the stool next to her at some point, still remaining silent, like a steaming stone.

Shengxia and Heixiazi cleaned up the dishes carefully.

In the kitchen, there was the sound of running water.

Hei Xia Zi held a toothpick in his mouth and looked out the window at the couple quietly snuggling in the sun. His eyes behind his sunglasses became unusually calm.

He poked Shengxia and lowered his voice to a very low voice: "Did you see that? The mute is memorizing."

Shengxia looked at him in confusion.

My brother has such a goldfish-like memory that if it weren’t for the tag hanging around his neck, he wouldn’t know the way home.

"The old lady is very important to the mute. Very important."

It was rare for Hei Xia Zi not to smile frivolously. "He stayed here just to remember this smell and this temperature. When the old lady leaves... Tsk."

He didn't finish, just shook his head.

Shengxia was startled and looked out the window.

In the sunshine, grandma closed her eyes with a hint of satisfaction on the corners of her mouth.

Zhang Qilin tilted his head, his eyes falling on the old man's wrinkled but peaceful face. His eyes were focused almost to the point of concentration, as if he wanted to engrave the light, shadow, breath, and temperature of this moment into his long and almost frozen time.

He thought of Bai Ma.

My nose is sore again in midsummer.

He suddenly understood why Zhang Qilin came today, it was for his grandmother.

For the last bit of warmth that holds him tightly in this mundane world.

After cleaning up, Shengxia brought out some warm water.

Zhang Qilin took it naturally, tested the temperature, and then gently handed it to Sheng Wan who had just woken up.

Sheng Wan took a sip of water and looked at the handsome young man in front of her. Her cloudy eyes were full of kindness and an almost transparent understanding.

She patted the back of Zhang Qilin's hand on his knees; his hand was cold.

She smiled and said, "Xiao Qilin, next time you come, bring Wanwan some rice cakes, right? I want one with red bean paste filling. Xiaoxia loves it. You can try it too..."

Zhang Qilin looked at her and nodded very slowly but solemnly.

Something shook slightly in those calm eyes, as if a small stone had been thrown into them.

"Oh, okay, okay..." Sheng Wan smiled with satisfaction and closed her eyes again. In the warm afternoon sunshine and beside Zhang Qilin's silent protection, she was like a fallen leaf that finally found its home.

Shengxia stood in the corridor and watched this scene.

There was only calmness and warmth on grandma's face.

People always have to go, her life was wonderful.

Zhang Qilin has been quietly accompanying her, guarding this peace in his clumsy but firm way until the last moment.

Shengxia knew that when grandma left, there would be a deep scar on her brother's heart. Grandma hoped that her brother would be happy.

This is probably the most silent and gentle agreement between them that has spanned a long time.

Sheng Wan left.

There were only four of them at the simple funeral and the cemetery. Sheng Tian also came back and she hugged the blind man and the mute man.

"Don't be sad, this is a happy funeral. Mom said she was happy to meet you."

Zhang Qilin and Hei Xiazi nodded. They were also very happy to meet Sheng Wan.

Well, what a wonderful woman.

There are two photos on the tombstone, one of a young girl and the other of a person in his 90s.

In midsummer, things were set out and a lot of gold ingots and paper money were burned.

Grandma, please walk slowly. When you get to the destination, remember to let them cut in line. Don't worry, I will take care of your brother and mom too.

Sheng Tian: . . . .

Not really. You’re still young, so just rely on your parents for support, son.

midsummer:...

Mom, send me money.

Sheng Tian looked at him, "Are you sure?"

Shengxia shook her head, "Mom, no need."

He has a lot of money, but he was led astray by a blind man. He likes to cheat people and would still want to cheat people even if he has money.

Zhang Qilin: . . . .

blind.

Black Bear: ...

Oh, the charm of a blind man that has nowhere to go.