How can one become an immortal with such laziness?

"You're a child of the Hei family? Who's your father? Tell him to come find me. I want to see how he raised his child—how could he turn such a handsome kid into a little fool!"

Hei Yang: "..."

However, although……

My second grandfather praised me for being handsome!

"Um, Second Grandfather..."

Hei Yang muttered softly, "It's me, Xiao Yang. I even held you when I was little!"

"Oh!"

Grandpa suddenly realized: "It's Xiao Yang!"

"Ah."

Hei Yang nodded, and said happily, "You remembered?"

"How could I forget!"

Grandpa patted Hei Yang's head affectionately and sighed, "It's just that after so many years, Grandpa hardly recognizes you. My little Yang has grown into a beautiful young lady!"

Hei Yang: "???"

No, isn't his face a little crooked?

"Cough cough..."

Hei Yang coughed twice and pointed to himself: "Grandpa, it's me, Hei Yang, handsome young man!"

"what?"

Second Grandfather was taken aback: "Does my Hei family have such a person? Let me think..."

"Dad's daughter calls him uncle, and Aunt's maternal grandmother calls him grandson..."

"This is quite serious..."

Hei Yang's lips twitched as he turned to look at the old woman beside him. She gave him a helpless, bitter smile: "Dad was quite lucid at first, but he got more and more confused later on..."

"Well……"

Hei Yang thought for a moment, took out a pill for staying up all night, gently split it in half, and then split the two halves in half again.

Under the old woman's puzzled gaze, Hei Yang gently placed a quarter of an Overnight Pill into the soup and nodded to her: "You can give it a try. Even if it doesn't work, there won't be any adverse effects. Trust me!"

"..."

The old woman paused, stirred the soup with a hesitant expression, and finally nodded gently: "Dad, the soup is getting cold, ah—"

"what---"

Watching his second grandfather drink the soup in his bowl sip by sip under his aunt's care, Hei Yang turned his head and saw his cousin Hei Chen's dazed look.

For a moment, Hei Yang felt a little heavy-hearted; death and oblivion were topics he was unwilling to discuss.

He thought of many faces, but the smiling faces of his relatives and friends in this life were the clearest.

Further back, he even still had some impression of the old woman who handed him soup on the bridge.

Thinking back to previous lives...

Hmm, amidst countless textbooks and endless exercises, two faces are still faintly visible, gradually blurring out.

They said, "You don't need to worry about anything, just focus on your studies. We'll take care of everything until you graduate..."

Those were his parents from his past life. Although he was dissatisfied with their parenting style, he still didn't want to forget them.

He touched his chest, where a diary was tucked away—the one Hong Li had coveted for so long. He always carried it with him, afraid of losing it.

In the first few years after he transmigrated, he was always afraid of being "assimilated" by this world and of forgetting the things that he had never belonged to.

He thought he should quickly record every detail of his past life to constantly remind himself of it.

But why did he stop keeping a diary later?

Oh, right, it was when he felt his parents' care for him...

It was when I realized my younger siblings were dependent on me...

It was when that girl sweetly called him Brother Heiyang, played around with him, outwitted him, and grew up together...

It's a time when I feel a greater warmth in this life...

There are too many things he doesn't want to forget!

Parents in a past life, parents in this life...

Xiaolong, Xiaohui, Sister Xiaoqi...

And then there's that girl who always yells in a fit of rage, "Hei Yang, are you kidding me?"

Hei Yang couldn't help but smile, but he felt his eyes getting a little wet.

[Black Sun: Xiao Li.]

[Hongli: Huh?]

[Black Sun: It's alright.]

[Hongli: ?]

The soup in the bowl gradually dwindled to almost nothing. The old woman massaged her legs, which were a little sore from being bent over for so long, and prepared to get up to clear the dishes.

"Xiao Ran..."

A pair of withered hands touched the old woman's sparse, gray hair. She looked up in a daze and saw her father looking at her as always...

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 81 Don't leave after school, come to my office.

"How about it?"

"It doesn't seem to be of much use."

"how come……"

"Sigh, as expected, Xiao Chen's condition is quite different from the old man's."

Inside the cabin, looking at Hei Chen's still blank face, everyone's emotions went through ups and downs, and their bitterness and helplessness were beyond words.

After discovering that the Overnight Pill helped the old man's condition, Hei Yang simply gave some medicine to his cousin Hei Chen as well, thinking that it wouldn't hurt to try it, and what if it cured his cousin Hei Chen as well?

Well, by any chance, it really wasn't cured.

"Will..."

Hei Chen's cousin's biological mother, the woman known as Aunt Jia, cautiously guessed, "The dosage was too low; maybe we should give her a little more..."

"Um……"

Hei Yang scratched his head: "That makes sense..."

"That doesn't make sense!"

Second Grandfather took the towel handed to him by his daughter Xiaoran, wiped the soup off his beard, and said in a deep voice.

“Xiao Chen’s situation is completely different from mine. No matter how much medicine you use, it will be useless. So stop making a fuss.”

Aunt Jia looked unwilling: "But, Dad..."

"It's nothing!"

Second Grandfather waved his hand, and the domineering, authoritative air of the family head he once possessed reappeared.

“Xiaojia, I know you feel sorry for your son, and I feel sorry for my grandson too, but I also know about Xiaochen’s situation. It’s really not something that can be cured by ordinary means.”

You are not a cultivator, so you may not know how precious that elixir is, and you have no idea how much sacrifice Xiao Yang made to give us this elixir to cure our illness!

In fact, when you begged Xiaoyang to also feed Xiaochen some pills, I wanted to stop you, but I also had a sliver of hope in my heart.

But now that it's proven the pills are useless for Xiao Chen's condition, it would be excessive to make Xiao Yang continue to spend money on them. Even if they're generous and haven't said anything, when have the Hei family ever been so shameless? Making insatiable demands!

"..."

Aunt Jia choked, looking at Hei Yang with a guilty expression: "Um, Xiao Yang, I'm sorry, Aunt Jia was just too..."

"Ah, it's okay."

Hei Yang was somewhat embarrassed: "This thing wasn't anything precious to begin with..."

"Xiaoyang, you don't need to comfort them."

Second Grandfather sighed, his eyes filled with relief and kindness as he looked at Hei Yang.

The eldest brother, Hei Xiaofeng, had a wonderful grandson, but unfortunately, he passed away early and couldn't enjoy the joys of family life.

Shaking his head, the second grandfather also looked apologetic: "I'm sorry to have wronged you, Xiaoyang, during this time. I just heard from Xiaoran about all the shady things they did. What a shameless bunch of bastards!"

"Ah, that..."

Hei Changhong lowered his head and muttered softly, "Grandpa, we all know we were wrong..."

"Shut up, you fraud ringleader!"