A trembling hand reached over and covered his grandson's head, rubbing it unwillingly.
"It's too tiring to pretend to be a cultured ... Cultured person all my life ..."
Old Chai breathed with difficulty, his chest heaving up and down like a bellow. However, he was afraid that he would scare his timid grandson, so he suppressed his emotions.
This was the last thing he could do for him as a grandfather.
"I ... I want to ... Go to the sky ... To sell pork!"
As soon as he finished speaking, it was as if he had finally completed the last thing in his life. The wrinkles on old Chai's face suddenly smoothed out, and the corners of his mouth slowly revealed a smile of relief. The hand that was originally caressing his grandson slowly stopped just like that ...
At the same time, everyone standing in the courtyard could clearly hear the wailing and crying coming from the villa.
Those who heard it cried, and those who saw it were sad.
