Ning Qing's eyes were slightly red. She sat down and asked her grandfather, " you and mother-in-law have been living in this mountain all this time. Don't you have any other relatives who have come to see you? "
Grandfather sighed, a trace of sadness quickly flashing through his clear eyes.
I have a son who liked to gamble thirty years ago. Later, he squandered all the family's money and was killed by someone by accident. My wife and I came back to live in the mountains. We don't keep in touch with our friends and family anymore.
Ning Qing looked at her mother-in-law beside her and held her hand tightly. I'm sorry, grandfather, mother-in-law. I've brought up your sad memories.
Her mother-in-law shook her head and smiled at her. There was a sad look on her face as if she was reminiscing about the past. It was clear that she was really heartbroken by her own child.
"It's all in the past,"
Grandpa shouted, but he was not too excited.
