Angry

Song Minggui glanced at Song Yunshen, then at Xia Yunuo, and nodded slightly in response, barely managing to say hello.

At this moment, his lips twitched slightly. He suddenly remembered that when he went next door to look for someone earlier, Zhao Zeheng was eating while looking at him with a teasing and expectant expression, only saying that Song Yunshen was next door.

That guy definitely knew what was going on, and he deliberately didn't tell him, just waiting for him to come over so he could personally reveal this surprise.

Isn't Xia Yunuo Yingying's preschool teacher?

Why did they end up with Song Yunshen?

Who knows what kind of trouble this kid is up to now.

Song Minggui glanced at his nephew again, then asked, "Have you prepared everything you wanted to bring?"

"I brought everything." Song Yunshen lifted the bag in his hand and peeked across the street. "Where's my uncle? Have you gone to look for him?"

"He's still eating," Song Minggui said. "We'll leave after he finishes."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door opposite opened, and Zhao Zeheng came out, greeting the three of them. "Come on, come on, I'm done eating. Xia Yunuo, Yingying is waiting for you, hurry up and go."

"Oh, okay, okay." Xia Yunuo felt relieved when she heard Zhao Zeheng call her to go find Yingying. She quickly ran over and went through the door next door.

Watching her retreating figure, Song Yunshen couldn't help but smile. He then followed his uncle and maternal uncle into the elevator. "What's going on between you and Xia Yunuo?" As they descended the stairs, Song Minggui looked at Song Yunshen and immediately questioned, "Why did she end up at your house?"

"This kid got that young lady to cook lunch for him." Before Song Yunshen could answer, Zhao Zeheng crossed his arms and teased with a grin, "He tricked her into coming home to cook for him, he really knows how to enjoy life."

"You gave her money?" Song Minggui frowned slightly.

"Ahem." Song Yunshen coughed twice. "I didn't give it to them; they did it voluntarily."

She's unhappy if you don't let her cook, Song Yunshen secretly added in his mind.

"What exactly is your relationship now?" Song Minggui's brows furrowed instantly. As a high school homeroom teacher, his keen senses told him that something was amiss.

Based on his many years of coaching experience, there must be something fishy going on here.

"Good friends, huh?" Before Song Yunshen answer, Zhao Zeheng had already given the correct answer with a smile.

Song Yunshen couldn't help but roll his eyes, thinking to himself, "You've already said everything, what else am I supposed to say?"

Song Minggui rubbed his temples helplessly, then thought of something else and his head started to ache, "After we get back from the cemetery, I'll take you to see someone else."

"Who is it?" Zhao Zeheng asked, puzzled.

"You'll see when we get there." Song Minggui kept them in suspense, then left without saying anything more. After exiting the elevator, he led them to his car and drove towards the cemetery.

The south side of Tangning New Residence is Mount Linjing.

The entire Mount Linjing runs roughly east-west, dividing Ningjiang District into north and south sections.

In earlier years, the area north of Mount Linjing was still considered a suburb and rural area, and it has only gradually developed in the last ten years or so.

Many people in Tangning Village seized this wave of development opportunities, rode the wave of the times, and began to live a good life.

To the west of Mount Linjing lies the largest cemetery in the area.

Song Minggui drove the two of them here, stopped at the parking lot at the foot of the mountain in the cemetery, and then walked into the cemetery gate along the mountain road.

As Song Yunshen passed by the entrance, he followed his uncle into the security room and called out to the elderly man behind the two security guards, "Seventh Grandpa! Good afternoon!"

"Oh, it's Shenshen." The old man, wearing only a loose vest, squinted and chuckled when he saw Song Yunshen. Then his gaze fell on Song Minggui and Zhao Zeheng, and he looked surprised. "You've come to see Xiangwen?"

"Hmm." Song Minggui. "Seventh Uncle, could I borrow this iron bucket?"

"I'll go get it for you." The old man stood up and walked towards the storage room next door.

The three immediately followed and soon received a large iron bucket from the old man. After thanking him, they continued up the mountain path. Song Yunshen's seventh grandfather was the fourth younger brother of his biological grandfather. In his early years, he worked in the funeral industry. Later, his son took over the business and, with the help of Song Yunshen's seventh grandfather's connections, started an operating company that was responsible for taking on the outsourced management of cemeteries.

Normally, burning things is prohibited in the park.

But today is not Qingming Festival, so basically no one comes to the cemetery. Occasionally, someone can sneak in through the back door without any problem, as long as they make sure that everything to be burned is put in the iron bucket and then take the bucket out afterward.

Song Yunshen and his two companions climbed upwards along a path they knew all too well.

A few minutes later, the three of them stopped at a tombstone halfway up the mountain.

Song Yunshen looked at the three characters Xiangwen engraved on the tombstone, his gaze falling on the photo beside it, his eyes momentarily dazed.

At this moment, Song Minggui had already squatted down, taken out two electronic candles from the bag, sorted out some offerings, and finally took out a bottle of Wahaha AD calcium milk, inserted a straw, and placed it aside.

When Zhao Zeheng saw the bottle of AD calcium milk, he couldn't help but chuckle, " Guigui, you really haven't forgotten. My sister gave you a bottle of AD calcium milk back then, are you planning to remember it for the rest of your life?"

Song Minggui glanced at him, said nothing, and simply stood quietly to the side, leaning against the railing, gazing at the distant city street scene.

At this moment, Song Yunshen also squatted down, took out two lunch boxes from his bag, opened them one by one, and placed them in front of the tombstone.

He was suddenly startled, realizing he hadn't brought any chopsticks, but when he looked down into the bag, he found there was actually a pair.

Song Yunshen scratched his head, quickly took out the chopsticks, and placed them next to the lunchbox. Xia Yunuo's delicate and beautiful face appeared in his mind, and a gentle smile involuntarily appeared on his face. "Huh? Bamboo shoots braised with pork? It smells pretty good." Zhao Zeheng leaned over and sniffed. " Xia Yunuo's cooking is quite good. After the worship ceremony, let me have a bite."

"Get out of the way, get out of the way." Song Yunshen pushed him away and said irritably, "My uncle and I brought things, where are you, the younger brother?"

"The person is here, so the sentiment is here." Zhao Zeheng chuckled, then said to the tombstone, "Sister, you must try this braised pork with bamboo shoots; it was made by your future daughter-in-law."

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Song Yunshen said, speechless. "Can you please stop giving false information?"

"Where did I lie about the situation? I was talking about my future daughter-in-law, not now," Zhao Zeheng said. "What? You can see into the future and know that you and Xia Yunuo will never be together?"

Upon hearing this, Song Yunshen couldn't help but twitch his lips, thinking to himself that he actually knew.

Okay, I only know half of it.

The main issue is that it's still uncertain whether the person I'll marry is Xia Yunuo or Xia Kening.

Song Yunshen looked at the tombstone, his mind filled with mixed emotions. He silently asked in his heart, "Mom, this braised pork with bamboo shoots used to be your favorite dish. How did you like it? Was it too salty or too bland? Let me know, and I'll have Nuonuo improve it next time."

Just as he was saying this to his mother in his heart, Zhao Zeheng asked again, "Where's your diary? Didn't you bring it this time?"

"I brought it. It's over there." Song Yunshen pointed to the bag on the ground. "We'll burn it together with the silver ingots later."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zeheng followed his finger and immediately squatted down, reaching into the bag to pull out the diary, which he then began to read with great curiosity.

Upon seeing Song Yunshen's expression immediately changed. He stepped forward and snatched the item back, saying irritably, "What are you doing? How can you be so shameless, spying on the privacy of a junior? You have no manners whatsoever as an elder!"

"You even burned it for your mother to see, so can't I, as your uncle, take a look?" Zhao Zeheng said with a chuckle. "What? What kind of shady stuff is written inside?"

"Your attempts to provoke me won't work. I'm not going to let you see it anyway." Song Yunshen sneered, then stuffed the diary into his bosom, protecting it tightly and not giving him a chance.

Showing it to my mom is fine, she's my mom after all, so it doesn't matter how embarrassing or shameful it is.

But if Zhao Zeheng were to see something he shouldn't, Song Yunshen was certain that Zhao Zeheng would use that as an excuse to mock him for the rest of his life.

For example, taking flight in front of a girl you know in real life.

If Zhao Zeheng saw this... ugh... Song Yunshen didn't even dare to think about it.

Offerings were placed in front of Xiangwen's tombstone. After waiting for more than half an hour, the three of them gathered around the iron bucket and threw strings of lit silver ingots into it.

Finally, Song Yunshen took out the diary from his pocket, tossed it gently, and let it be consumed by the flames.

After descending the mountain, Song Yunshen returned the iron bucket to Seventh Grandfather, politely said goodbye, and then got back into Song Minggui's car. Watching the street scene rushing past, Song Yunshen couldn't help but ask, "You said you were taking us to see someone, but who is it?"

"You'll know when we get there, don't ask too many questions." Song Minggui still didn't explain clearly, and just drove on his own.

Song Yunshen didn't pay much attention. He took out his phone and casually browsed through it. He saw that his father had posted a new WeChat Moments post, which was a photo of him burning incense at a temple.

He gave it a thumbs up, and when he looked up again, he found that Song Minggui had already driven to the hospital.

"Is anyone in your family sick?" Song Yunshen asked as he got out of the car.

Song Minggui remained silent, leading the two into the hospital gate, upstairs, and finally stopping at the door of a ward, where he pushed the door open and went straight in.

"Help me."

"Help me."

Familiar game voiceovers drifted from the hospital room.

"Smoke! Smoke! Come and pull people out of here! Holy crap! Do you even know how to play?"

A familiar voice followed closely behind, reaching Song Yunshen's ears.

Song Yunshen breath, his steps becoming heavier. He quickened his pace and rushed into the ward, where he saw a familiar figure reclining on the bed. "Dad!" Song Yunshen at Song Mingyuan on the bed, took a deep breath, and silently clenched his fists. "What's going on? Don't you have to explain?"

Song Mingyuan, who was playing PUBG on his phone, frowned when he saw Song Minggui walk in with his son and Zhao Zeheng. He silently quit the game and looked at his younger brother with a reproachful expression. "Why did you bring people with you?"

"The surgery's over, and you're not dead," Song Minggui said calmly as he sat down beside him. "We can't keep this a secret forever."

Song Mingyuan took a deep breath, rubbed his head helplessly, and then looked at his son. Seeing the calm expression on his face, he knew that the guy must be angry. He was just like his mother in personality.

At this moment, Zhao Zeheng had already sat down on the chair next to the hospital bed. Curious, he rummaged through the bedside table, took out a stack of papers, and glanced at them. "Unstable angina... Coronary plaque rupture... Combined with recurrent angina attacks... Requires preoperative drug intensive treatment... Follow-up coronary angiography evaluation... Plaque stable... Coronary stent surgery?"

"Wow! Brother-in-law, you really are a man of great things! Such a big thing, you kept it from this kid, and you didn't even tell me?"

What good will it do you to keep this a secret?

"I just didn't want you to worry unnecessarily." Song Mingyuan rubbed his temples. "This coronary stent surgery is only a minimally invasive procedure, not as serious as you think. The doctor also said the success rate is very high, so there's basically no need to worry too much."

"Then why don't you say?" Song Yunshen sneered, taking out his phone and opening Song Mingyuan's WeChat Moments. "Offering incense, huh? Where did these photos come from?"

"Ahem," Song Mingyuan explained somewhat awkwardly, "It was generated using AI."

Song Yunshen was speechless, and then laughed in exasperation.

He suddenly remembered how he had taught Xia Kening to use AI to generate images, and how he had lied to his family that he was in the library. Like a hunter who gets his eye pecked by a goose, Song Yunshen never expected that he, an AI expert, would be outsmarted by his own father, failing to notice anything amiss for over a month.

If Song Minggui n't betrayed him, Song Yunshen would have remained completely unaware of the truth from his father.

" Shenshen will be an adult soon, and there are some things he has the right to know," Song Minggui said from the side. "I disagreed with you when you said you wanted to keep it from him, but you insisted, and I couldn't stop you. But now that the surgery is over, he just needs to rest, and there's no need to keep it from him anymore."

"So who's taking care of you now?" Song Yunshen asked. "How do you usually eat? You don't order takeout, do you? Do you want me to bring you food later?"

"No need, no need," Song Mingyuan waved his hand. "There's a caregiver here; you don't need to bother."

"Send me the caregiver's WeChat," Song Yunshen said. "And give me all the test reports from when I was admitted until now."

"Don't worry about it, the surgery is all done," Song Mingyuan said helplessly.

"Yes, the surgery is all done. Let me see if it's still not good enough?" Song Yunshen said, taking the stack of reports from Zhao Zeheng's hand, and then looking at Song Minggui.

Song Minggui nodded and said to him, "I'll go back and organize it, and then I'll show it to you."

"Okay, is everything alright now?" Song Yunshen said calmly. "He seems quite energetic, so I won't disturb his game. I have to go back to class this afternoon."

Song Mingyuan coughed awkwardly.

Song Minggui looked at his older brother and couldn't help but smile, then stood up and said, "Let's go, I'll take you two home." Zhao Zeheng looked at Song Yunshen, then at Song Mingyuan, and patted his brother-in-law's shoulder with a smile, comforting him, "It's alright, it's alright, at worst we can just pay to avoid trouble. Give him some extra spending money. Brother-in-law, you should take care of yourself first. I'll bring Zhengzheng and Yingying to visit you in a couple of days."

"I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to go through all this trouble," Song Mingyuan said, waving his hand. "Only Wan Tang and Guigui knew about it anyway, so don't go around telling everyone when you get back."

"Understood." Zhao Zeheng stood up, waved to him, and said, "Then we'll be going now. See you another day."

When they returned to Tangning New Residence, it was just past 3 p. m. Song Yunshen followed Zhao Zeheng in the elevator all the way back to the 18th floor. Instead of going to his own home, he followed Zhao Ze Heng into the apartment across the hall, but he didn't see Xia Yunuo there.

"Aunt, where is she?" Song Yunshen asked Ruan Zheng.

"She just left not long ago," Ruan Zheng said. "You arrived right after her, one after the other."

Song Yunshen frowned slightly, said nothing more, turned around and left his uncle's house, took the elevator downstairs, and rode his electric bike towards the entrance of the residential area.

When he arrived at the entrance of the residential area, he suddenly remembered that Xia Jinshu was celebrating his mother's birthday today, and they had previously said that they wouldn't be cooking dinner, so there was no need to go to the market.

Song Yunshen rubbed his forehead, feeling like he was about to lose his temper.

I was planning to get back just in time for 3 o'clock so I could recharge with Xia Yunuo, but Xia Yunuo had just finished class and was heading home.

So he thought about riding his electric scooter to pick up Xia Jinshu and go to the market together, so that Mama Xia could hug him from behind and cheer him up. But he forgot that Xia Jinshu didn't have to cook dinner today. He took a deep breath, rode his electric scooter home, and after entering the bedroom, he collapsed onto the bed, feeling a tightness in his chest.

He closed his eyes, intending only to calm himself down, but he unknowingly fell asleep.

In his sleep, he had a dream in which Song Minggui rushed into his house, grabbed his wrist without saying a word, and pulled him out. Only after they got into the elevator did Song Minggui tell him that his father was in critical condition and had been admitted to the ICU, waiting to see him one last time.

But by the time he arrived at the hospital ICU, Song Mingyuan had already left.

Song Yunshen stood beside the hospital bed, looking at Song Mingyuan's face. He felt that the face in front of him was constantly changing, overlapping with the photo on the tombstone today.

His breathing became rapid, as if someone was tightly gripping his throat. His hands frantically tried to grab onto something, but he felt as if he were sinking into the deep sea, constantly falling downwards.

Suddenly, he grabbed something, opened his eyes wide, gasped for breath, and sat up straight on the bed.

" Song Yunshen? Song Yunshen?" Xia Jinshu's gentle yet worried voice came from beside me, "Are you alright? Did you have a nightmare?"