C13 grandfather and granddaughter meeting (1/2)

Yang Feng laid on his mother's grave as he sobbed. His tears fell onto the ground and quickly formed a moist place at the edge of the grave. Yang Feng also didn't know how long he cried until he felt dizzy. His brain no longer listened to him, and he fainted.

When Yang Feng woke up again, he discovered that there were still countless stars in the sky. His surroundings were still pitch black. Yang Feng stood up, and started to tidy up his mother's grave. However, Yang Feng felt that it was a little strange, after he had left this place for seven to eight years, his mother's grave would definitely be filled with weeds, and would become much shorter as time passed, but now, he realized that there was not a single weed on her grave. Furthermore, they had not grown shorter, and were still at the same height as when he left back then. Yang Feng couldn't help but think in his heart, had someone come here to take care of it? Who could it be?

After placing a few handfuls of dirt on top of his mother's grave, Yang Feng couldn't think of anyone who would be willing to help her take care of her grave after being despised by the entire village. After letting out a deep sigh, Yang Feng slowly walked towards the small house that he and his mother had built. After entering the house, Yang Feng was afraid that he would be discovered by the people from the inner village, so he did not light the lamp, but as he could already see in the dark, he did not need any light to see everything in the room.

The small house was divided into two rooms, inside the bedroom, and the outside one was the living room and kitchen. Looking at the simple stove, a small wooden table, two stools, and two small bowls and chopsticks on the table, Yang Feng suddenly thought back to the scene of when he was young and lived with his mother. Although there wasn't any rare delicacies at that time, only some wild vegetables from the mountain and vegetables that his mother had worked hard to grow, but in his mother's hands, he could always make the most delicious things.

When Yang Feng was thinking about this, he couldn't help but shed tears again. When he was in that nameless little valley, he once swore that he would never cry again, but after coming back to this place today, he couldn't control his emotions, and tears kept flowing uncontrollably. Yang Feng wiped off his tears and entered the bedroom inside. He saw the big and small wooden bed in the middle of the room, a very simple dressing table in front of the window, a wooden comb on top of the dresser, and that mirror. It was as if he could once again see his beautiful mother sitting in front of the dressing table and grooming her beautiful hair.

Yang Feng walked to the dressing table and sat down. He picked up the wooden comb and carefully rubbed it, then brought it to his nose and carefully sniffed it, smelling the smell of his mother's scent, slowly becoming intoxicated.

It was unknown how much time had passed before Yang Feng finally regained consciousness from his reminiscing. However, he discovered that it was already daytime outside, and the bright and beautiful sunlight was shining on the windows of the small house, causing it to gradually grow warmer. Yang Feng reached out to open the window, allowing the sunlight to shine in. He wanted to clean the room, but when he turned around, he was stunned.

This made Yang Feng even more suspicious. He was sure that someone must have come here to take care of the house, if not, he would not be able to be this clean after leaving for so many years, and the furnishings inside the house would be exactly the same as when he left, without any changes!

But who was it that took care of it? Yang Feng's mind raced, and the last thing he thought of was his grandfather who had chased him and his mother out of the village since young. Other than him, no one else would come and take care of all these! Looks like this grandfather really doted on his mother. Although he had only chased himself and his mother out of the village because of pressure, and made such a decision, after thinking about it, Yang Feng no longer held any grudges towards this grandfather of his.

As Yang Feng was thinking this, the hairs on his entire body suddenly stood up, and he instantly felt an invisible pressure envelop him, this pressure was so strong that Yang Feng did not dare to resist at all. When Yang Feng turned around, he saw an old man standing at the entrance of the wooden house, both his eyes looking at him, and that invisible pressure was being emitted from the old man's body.

The old man was not very tall. He was thin and even had a slight stoop. He had a green cloth belt coiled around his head, and his clothes were typical of the Miao Family. The old man's face was full of wrinkles and it could be seen that he had experienced a lot. However, the old man's eyes were very deep and bright, emitting an invisible pressure, although his body was bent, but in Yang Feng's eyes, he was like a mountain standing in front of him. This old man was his grandfather, the patriarch of Xijiang Miao Zhai, the old man who had kicked him and his mother out of his home!

”Grandfather!” Although he had some hatred towards his grandfather, seeing the old man's aged face and the things he had done for his mother, it could be seen that the old man's love for his mother was still very deep.

After the old man heard Yang Feng's call, his body suddenly trembled, and the pressure that was pressing on Yang Feng disappeared. His bright and deep eyes immediately became cloudy, and only recovered after a long while.