Chapter 313: Jiang Tingxu, Stop Crying, You Still Have Ningning
Although he was young and couldn’t understand some things, when he arrived at the cemetery, he saw all these people looking sad, and Grandma Wen, Uncle, Mother, and Father all looked very serious ever since they got here.
Therefore, the little guy sensibly followed beside Aunt Wen without asking any questions.
Mo Boyuan gently pinched his son’s butt. When the little guy looked over, he waved his hand.
The little guy ran over and looked at Mo Boyuan, as if asking, “Father, why did you ask for Ningning?”
Mo Boyuan squatted down and whispered,
“Mother is very sad now. Go to Mother.”
Jiang Tingxu and Gu Ranzhi stood side by side and looked at the tombstone. On the tombstone, there was a picture of Jiang Tingxu’s father, who was dressed in a military uniform and looked very young.
“I remember that Daddy doted on you very much at that time. Whenever you came back for your vacation, he would accompany you to the trees and dig out bird’s nests. You would go down to the river to catch fish and shrimps. Once, he even brought you up the mountain to hunt, and brought two little rabbits back.”
“You actually still remember? I went into the mountain to hunt rabbits for you. Why are you still jealous, little girl?”
Jiang Tingxu snorted and Gu Ranzhi continued:
“Uncle Jiang doted on me, and my mother doted on you too. She forced me to wear a girl’s skirt for several days just because I ruined your skirt.”
The past had become the happiest memory in their hearts.
The little guy came over after hearing his father’s words. He heard the conversation between his mother and uncle before he got close. He whispered,
“So uncle is still wearing a girl’s skirt?”
But everyone heard his mumbling.
Pfft~
Wen Jie laughed out loud.
After the little nephew spoke, Gu Ranzhi paused. He did not know whether to laugh or cry.
If this little guy knew about the dark history, would it continue to be spread for many more years?
Of course!
Fortunately, Wen Jie sympathized with her son, and said,
“Come over and pay your respects.”
Everyone stepped forward one by one, lined up horizontally, and bowed deeply to the tombstone three times.
Wen Jie’s hand touched the cold tombstone a few times:
“Old Jiang, we’ve come back to see you again. This time, we’ve even brought Ningning. Ningning is your biological grandson. You must like him a lot, right?”
If Father Jiang were still alive, there was no doubt that he would dote on his grandson. In fact, he would probably dote on him even more than he had doted on his daughter!
Jiang Tingxu held her son’s little hand:
“Ningning, Call Grandpa.”
“Grandpa.”
He called obediently.
Jiang Tingxu lowered her body slightly and explained to her son:
“Ningning, Your Grandpa was a great hero. A very, very great hero. Until now, many people still worship him!”
“Ah? Really? Grandfather is so powerful?”
“Yes, Grandfather was a famous marksman. He captured many important criminals and helped many, many people.
However, in another rescue operation, he sacrificed himself to protect the hostages.”
“What is ‘sacrifice’?”
At that moment, the little guy had yet to understand what sacrifice meant.
“It means he’s gone. We’ll never see him again.”
Didn’t that mean that he was dead?
The little guy was very shocked. When he looked up, he was surprised to see Jiang Tingxu’s tears. He stretched out his hand and hurriedly wiped them away:
“Don’t cry, don’t cry. Jiang Tingxu, You still have Ningning.”
But how could she stop crying just because he said so?
The little guy was anxious. In the end, he could only ask Mo Boyuan for help:
“Dad?”