Reborn into the 70: Turning Adversity into Her Dazzling Path-Chapter 857: Crying

The third day after Yang Yunhai left was a rainy day.

Grandma Yao still hadn’t regained consciousness.

"The first time I saw your grandma, she was holding a baby just a few months old," Yao Zhenjiang said, sitting on the doorstep, smoking a pipe. "The child was thin and crying constantly, and she cried along with it."

Yao Zhenjiang was an orphan, raised on the generosity of others.

If it weren’t for the kindness of strangers back then, he would have starved to death long ago.

So, out of kindness, he invited Grandma Yao into his home and used a small clay pot to cook millet porridge to raise Yao Rumei.

At that time, Yao Rumei didn’t have the surname Yao; she took it after Grandma Yao married him later on.

Grandma Yao had a health issue when she was young; it’s said she ate something she shouldn’t have, and so the couple never had children.

When they were younger, Yao Zhenjiang was curious about Grandma Yao’s past, but whenever he asked her, she wouldn’t talk, and she would start having nightmares at night.

The nightmares always consisted of the same few phrases.

"Don’t, don’t come over!"

"Run, miss, run!"

"Don’t come here!"

Then she would wake up from the nightmare in a cold sweat, and after waking, she would remain silent, looking as though she was back to the first time he met her.

The appearance of being on the brink of collapse was truly heartbreaking.

Later on, after they’d been together for a long time, he stopped asking.

What good is it to dwell on the past?

Living well in the present is all that matters.

He already has her in his life; the past doesn’t matter to him anymore.

As for children, he was an orphan and never imagined he would even get married. Now, with such a lovely daughter, he was already very content.

People should know to be content.

The rain outside kept pouring constantly, and within the sound of the drizzle, the few people inside the house listened as Yao Zhenjiang rambled on about the past with Grandma Yao.

"She used to cry a lot," Yao Zhenjiang tapped his pipe and said with a smile, "Whenever something happened, she would want to cry. I really don’t know how she managed to raise the child alone." 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

So many years have passed; he’s almost forgotten what she looked like when she cried.

Now, he actually hoped she would cry to him, and he would comfort her with all his might, using a lifetime’s worth of effort to soothe her.

He only wished she would wake up.

Fu Jing was unknowingly moved to tears while listening, and beside her, Tian Wenbai blinked at the sky.

When did he become so sentimental?

Silently, he pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to the sobbing Fu Jing.

People in the arts are so susceptible to emotions.

He absolutely wouldn’t admit that he had a strong urge to hug her and cry together.

Gu Lingling and Yao Jingsong sat on either side of Yao Zhenjiang, with Gu Lingling holding Yao Zhenjiang’s hand.

Her grandparents truly loved each other.

Yao Jingsong awkwardly turned his head to the side, quietly wiping away his tears.

Strange, lately, he’s become much less resilient.

Embarrassingly, he had cried in Gu Lingling’s arms, and now here he was, wanting to cry again.

"How did she raise her? Just like that," suddenly, a voice came from the room, "You old fool, already so old, and you’re not embarrassed to talk about such things."

"What? Not seeing me cry, you feel uneasy?"

Grandma Yao?!