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Chapter 64 Taking DouDou home for dinner...

Anxi Village, which should be a quiet place in the early hours of the morning, was quite lively at this time.

Offerings were laid out on the ground in front of every household, and bonfires burned, with paper money and gold ingots thrown in, making the flames leap even higher.

The villagers of Anxi Village also joined the crowd in worshipping Shi Gu in the early hours of the morning during the Ghost Festival.

On a night like this, at the village entrance, a man sat quietly, the moonlight illuminating his aged, wrinkled face, gray hair, and hunched back...

Just then, a few villagers happened to pass by and saw the old man sitting there, but they were not surprised.

One of them stepped forward and asked familiarly, "Uncle Qingshan, what are you doing sitting here?"

At this moment, the old man seemed to react, murmuring, "Waiting for DouDou to come home."

The man was not surprised by the old man's answer.

"Uncle Qingshan, it's late at night and chilly. Why don't you go home? What if you catch a cold? Go home first and come back tomorrow."

No matter how the man tried to persuade him, the old man refused to leave, stubbornly murmuring: "I want to wait for Dou Dou to come home."

The man sighed and stopped trying to persuade him.

He really wanted to tell the old man that he wouldn't be able to wait for DouDou to come back, but he felt that saying that would be too cruel.

"Okay, I'll go home now and come see you later."

The man left with the others, but the old man remained in his sight, quietly gazing in the direction beyond the village…

And their voices drifted on the wind.

"Hey, why is that old man sitting there waiting for someone? And I think there's something wrong with him."

"That's Uncle Qingshan, he's also had a tough life..."

My son and daughter-in-law passed away unexpectedly more than 20 years ago, leaving behind their infant grandson.

He raised his grandson single-handedly.

However, five years ago, his grandson, who depended on him for survival, drowned in a flash flood while trying to return to save his grandfather at home.

The old man held the body of Dou Dou, who was only seventeen years old, and wept bitterly, murmuring: Why wasn't it him who died? It shouldn't have been Dou Dou, who was only seventeen years old.

After that, the old man developed dementia. What he often did was sit at the village entrance, just like he used to wait for Dou Dou to come home from school...

Day after day, year after year.

Five years have passed since then.

"But today is the Ghost Festival. If DouDou can come back, she should come and see Uncle Qingshan."

Then a sigh drifted away on the wind.

What they didn't know was that DouDou really came back.

They had just passed by DouDou.

The boy stood there, gazing at the familiar figure of the stone not far away, his face already covered in tears.

After they left, the boy walked over and slowly squatted down in front of the old man.

She called softly, "Grandpa~"

The old man, who had been motionless, twitched his eyes, as if he had sensed something.

"Grandpa, DouDou is back~" came the boy's voice, choked with emotion.

The old man looked up and finally saw the boy squatting in front of him.

Almost the instant he saw the boy's face clearly, tears welled up in his eyes, and he reached out to stroke the boy's head and face.

With a mix of joy and a hint of grievance, she asked, "DouDou is back?"

"Why are you only coming back now? Grandpa has been waiting for you for so long..." The old man couldn't say exactly how long he had waited. "Grandpa, I'm sorry..."

Before the boy could finish speaking, the old man shook his head, stopping him. How could he bear to scold his grandson?

"DouDou, you're back from school. You must be hungry."

"Come on, Grandpa has prepared the food. Let's go home for dinner."

"Okay, Grandpa, let's go home for dinner."

The boy helped the old man to his feet. At that moment, the old man seemed to remember something, took something out of his pocket, and presented it to the boy as if it were a treasure.

Under the moonlight, the colorful candy in the old man's withered palm was reflected.

"Here's a candy for you, but there's only one. Don't eat too many, or your teeth will get cavities."

DouDou paused for a moment, then took the candy that her grandfather had treasured for who knows how long, which was almost melted and stuck to the wrapper. She slowly opened it and put it in her mouth.

"How is it? Sweet, isn't it?" the old man asked with a smile.

The boy had candy in his mouth, his eyes were red, and his voice was choked with emotion, but he still managed a smile as he said, "Sweet!"

The boy helped the old man walk step by step toward his home in the village. The old man smiled and told his grandson what dishes he had made that the old man loved to eat.

"Huh, why is Uncle Qingshan back?" The man, who had originally planned to turn back and bring the old man back, suddenly saw the old man walking back. This was the first time in five years that he had seen Uncle Qingshan come back on his own.

"Uncle Qingshan, why are you back?" the man shouted.

Hearing the call, the old man happily replied, "I'm taking DouDou home for dinner..."

The man was stunned; Qingshan had made a mistake again.

But the next second, when he looked at the old man again, he was suddenly stunned. The way the old man walked was as if someone was supporting him.

Beside him, a fire burned, and scraps of paper fluttered in the air. In a daze, he seemed to see the figure of a boy next to the old man, but it vanished in an instant.

His eyes welled up slightly, and he smiled, murmuring, "So it really was about bringing DouDou home for dinner."

After waiting for five years, through thousands of days and nights, it's finally here! It's so good, so good!

Xu Qingling and Shasha watched the old man and Dou Dou's backs from afar, and were inexplicably touched. They didn't disturb them and turned to go to the next place.
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Xu Qingling looked up and saw a small baby lying quietly on a tree outside a small house not far away.

The baby was very well-behaved, quietly looking through the window into the little house.

Xu Qingling, out of curiosity, also peered inside.

Inside the small villa, Xu Qian ate the dishes her husband had carefully prepared, and the two chatted and laughed.

After dinner, Xu Qian wanted to wash the dishes, but her husband Fang Liang pushed her to watch TV, saying that he would wash the dishes.

Xu Qian smiled helplessly and could only sit on the sofa to watch TV.

However, the storyline on TV failed to capture her attention.

As Xu Qian walked, somehow she ended up in the storage room on the second floor and opened a suitcase she had brought with her when she got married.

When Xu Qian took things out of her suitcase, Xu Qingling could clearly feel the baby's body stiffen for a moment, and then its eyes filled with tears, as if it were somewhat sad.

The baby couldn't speak, but Xu Qingling sensed its emotions and feelings.

[Mommy, are we having a new baby? That's good, that's good...]

In an instant, Xu Qingling seemed to understand the relationship between the baby and Xu Qian.

The baby, who had been lying still, slowly turned around, took one last look at Xu Qian, full of reluctance, but still decided to leave.

Mom is happy, she has a new baby, that's good.

He won't bother them anymore.

(End of this chapter)