Chapter 2364
The Sorrow Is Not Yet Over
It wasn't that He Yuzhu intended to say such sentimental things at this time.
These were the very words he had been thinking about most these past few days.
Men and women are actually quite similar.
As long as your parents are alive, your home still exists.
Now, Liu Ting's biological mother is about to die.
He Yuzhu naturally married Liu Ting, formed a family with her, had children, and spent half his life with her.
But this home is completely different from the home in her heart.
Liu Ting glanced back at him, then grinned, revealing a smile that was more like a grimace.
He Yuzhu then walked to the seats in the corridor.
He still habitually took out a cigarette, rubbing it between his fingers to relieve his inner torment.
"I just listened to Mom's chest, and her breathing seems a little stronger."
The movement inside the chest cavity also seemed to have subsided.
"Do you think Mom can pull through?" Liu Ting quietly sat down next to He Yuzhu, took his arm with both hands, and softly told him what she had discovered when she went in.
Before He Yuzhu could answer, she suddenly chuckled and shook her head, saying, "Let's not. Otherwise, she'll suffer, and we'll suffer too."
Although she was smiling, He Yuzhu could clearly feel that his sleeves were damp.
The old lady passed away in the middle of the night.
It wasn't He Yuzhu and his team who discovered it, but rather the nurse on duty who noticed something was wrong by observing changes in the instrument data.
He Yuzhu and his wife rushed into the ward with the nurse, and the old lady stared intently at them.
Liu Ting knelt before the bed, sobbing uncontrollably. He Yuzhu stepped forward, took the old lady's hand, and looked directly into her cloudy eyes, which were no longer able to focus. He said softly, "Mom, don't worry, I will definitely protect Tingting well."
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The passing of a life, the weeping and grieving—all these forms of expression are probably empty to those who truly care for her.
But those formalities still need to be followed.
It's like giving an old lady a bath, changing her clothes, and preparing for the occasion.
As a son-in-law, He Yuzhu set up a mourning hall to receive condolences from relatives and friends.
He Yuzhu didn't shed many tears.
In fact, apart from the moment he couldn't hold back his tears when he saw the old lady off, He Yuzhu was quite rational the rest of the time.
He was making preparations according to the funeral rites he had seen in other people's homes before.
They were meticulous about every detail, fearing that something might be missing and that the old lady wouldn't be given a dignified funeral.
Liu Ting was the same; she was a daughter, and in some situations, she needed to wail a few times.
For example, if guests come to offer sacrifices, it would be disrespectful for Liu Ting not to wail a few times.
However, He Yuzhu could clearly tell from Liu Ting's crying that she hadn't put herself into the emotions.
On the contrary, when the two of them kept vigil alone at night, Liu Ting nestled against him.
Without crying, Liu Ting would silently gaze at the black-and-white portrait in the center of the main room, her grip on He Yuzhu's arm tightening.
He Yuan rushed back from her field trip, along with her family of three. Her weeping was even more sorrowful than Liu Ting's.
He An definitely wouldn't make it in time, but when He Yuzhu called her, he heard his third daughter crying on the phone.
Both the fourth child and the little bug were confused. The little bug had many tears, while the fourth child had a strong voice.
In fact, He Yuzhu knew very well that his youngest son probably had a slight dislike for the old lady.
That's normal; after all, as people get older, they often develop a strange odor.
When the old lady was still able to move around, the fourth child would often stay close to his grandmother.
When the old lady became less mobile and her old-age smell became stronger, the fourth son became less willing to get close to her.
This isn't filial impiety. It's simply a child's instinctive resistance to aging and death.
At least the fourth son never threw any childish tantrums in front of the old lady, nor did he pretend not to hear when the old lady called for help.
For a teenager to do this, it's already quite impressive.
He Ping and He Yuzhu, the couple, were not notified.
There was no other reason.
He Ping should be in Shanghai now participating in a friendly Go match with Xiao Rizi.
Although it was supposed to be a friendly match, no one in their unit considered the game against Xiao Rizi to be a friendly one.
Wait until he is laid to rest!
He Yuzhu said to the rain beside him, "Take the children away!"
I'll stay here with Liu Ting a little longer!
Rain nodded, her eyes also red, and turned to leave.
She definitely wasn't sad.
If there is any, it is merely the tragic clash between life and life.
I only cried a few times to comfort Liu Ting.
Women are generally more emotional.
After everyone left, He Yuzhu looked at Liu Ting, who was still kneeling there, and grinned, saying, "Wife, cry if you want to!"
Liu Ting rolled her eyes at him but didn't burst into tears.
Instead, she stood up, brushed the dust off her knees, stared at the photo on the tombstone for a long while, and then said in a choked voice, "Mom, we're leaving!"
After saying that, she turned and left, jogging away from this peaceful place.
He Yuzhu did not rush to chase after them.
He walked slowly behind Liu Ting, unhurried and unhurried. Occasionally, he wanted to turn around and take another look, but he restrained himself.
The grief was not fully expressed; it can also be considered a form of growth in life.
That's probably the situation for the couple.
From the moment the old lady breathed her last, everything they did seemed like something they had to do.
Crying, laughing, chatting, and doing business.
He was also well aware that many of his younger relatives were watching his family closely, learning how to handle funeral arrangements in the future.
He let out a long sigh, releasing all the pent-up frustration and tension that had been building up inside him since that day.
Just like the curtain call after a performance, this stage is definitely when the applause is the loudest.
But for actors, this is also the least important stage.
While alive,
Just like a line of dialogue or a glance in a performance, that's what matters most.
Although He Yuzhu felt guilty towards the old lady, he could also say with his hand on his heart that he felt no guilt towards his mother-in-law.
This statement is not contradictory.
Okay, it can be even better!
There's no certainty about this.
But in their daily interactions, he has fulfilled his responsibilities as a son.
This is also the source of He Yuzhu's confidence that he feels no remorse.
Even if he were to face Liu Ting directly, he could loudly proclaim that he had always treated the old lady as his own mother.
"Principal He, please accept my deepest condolences!" On the third day after the funeral, Xiao Qian, who was three shades darker from the sun, appeared before He Yuzhu to offer his sincere sympathies.
He Yuzhu stared blankly at the other person's face and arms and said, "You didn't wear sunscreen when you went to the beach, did you?!"
"Huh? What would a grown man like me need that for?" Xiao Qian asked in surprise. (End of Chapter)