Wear Eighty with a Villa

A short sentence, only five words, but very heavy.

It was so heavy that Su Shu thought she had heard it wrong.

"Why..." Su Shu opened her mouth but found that she had made no sound at all, "Why is it so sudden? Is it because of an illness?"

Su Tianrong shook his head, "He committed suicide in his bedroom while his wife was out shopping for groceries. He also left a suicide note, saying that he would leave this world with his lifelong research. The suicide note also said that he hoped his wife could take his ashes with her. Return home.”

Su Tianrong sighed, "He was using his own life to tell Zhu Xing that the notebook was still in his hand, but he burned it. He was also using his own life to exchange for a chance for his wife to return to China."

He even used his life to protect Su Shu's safe return to China.

Zhu Xing went all out to find his notebook. Professor Zheng should be more anxious than anyone these days.

"I have to go see Mrs. Zheng." Su Shu said immediately, "She and Professor Zheng have been dependent on each other for more than [-] years. Professor Zheng passed away suddenly. She will not be able to bear such a blow."

If Su Shu had never met Professor Zheng and Mrs. Zheng, Su Shu would just sigh after hearing this news.

But they once chatted happily like friends, and Su Shu also saw with her own eyes the look in Mrs. Zheng's eyes full of love when she looked at Professor Zheng.Su Tianrong didn't stop him, Professor Zheng was dead, Mrs. Zheng was a woman with no relatives here, and Professor Zheng also needed help with his funeral.Professor Zheng and Su Shu had this fate, so Su Tianrong would not stop Su Shu from sending that respectable gentleman on his last journey.

Although Professor Zheng and his wife have no relatives here, Professor Zheng has dedicated his life to academics, and many of his students have sent him home spontaneously.

There are also many international students here, so it is not surprising that Su Shu appears here with bodyguards.

But Mrs. Zheng didn't see anyone. Su Shu waited outside the Zheng family's apartment for two days, and like students like Qian Lizheng, she didn't see Mrs. Zheng at all.

Professor Zheng’s posthumous affairs were still handled by Mrs. Zheng alone. Su Shu and other international students had been waiting for news about Mrs. Zheng. It was not until the day before Su Shu and Su Tianrong were to leave that Su Shu received the news that Mrs. Zheng was the second wife. Professor Zheng's body was to be cremated early in the morning. This was not the hometown of Professor Zheng and her, so she followed Professor Zheng's last wish and did not plan to bury him here.

The night after receiving the news, Su Shu and Su Tianrong went to the funeral home.

Su Shu and Su Tianrong were not the only ones who rushed to see Professor Zheng off. When they arrived, there were already many people here, including Qian Lizheng.

"Classmate Su Shu." Qian Lizheng stopped Su Shu, and then shook his head gently towards her, "Teacher's wife said that the teacher was the most honorable when he was alive. The way he left was too scary. She didn't want to scare us, so the teacher's wife didn't let us see him. teacher."

Su Shu felt even more uncomfortable when she thought that Professor Zheng was burned to death.

"Is Mrs. Zheng in good health?" Su Tianrong asked.

"Please bear in mind that my wife is in good health, but she has lost a lot of weight in the past few days." Qian Lizheng sighed, "My wife didn't see us the past few days, and I just came here to see her. She said she belongs to the teacher. She chose not to blame the teacher. The teacher was terminally ill and his body had been in severe discomfort for a long time. If he left early, he would be relieved one day earlier."

Su Tianrong nodded. He had seen the physical and mental conditions of people who had been exposed to radiation, so he knew that Professor Zheng must have been suffering from severe physical pain in the past few years and had been relying on painkillers to maintain his superficial calm.

Su Tianrong admired few people, but Professor Zheng was one of them. "Can we meet Mrs. Zheng?" Su Shu asked, "I want to talk to her."

Qian Lizheng nodded and made an invitation gesture, straightened the filial piety belt on his arm, and led the two of them to the lounge at the back.

Mrs. Zheng was sitting on a chair in a white dress. The water glass in her hand had long run out of steam. There were many guests coming and going that night. Whether they were pretending or really sad, they all talked to her a lot. Words of relief.

She had heard the word "sorrow" no less than a hundred times these days, but every time she heard it, she wanted to laugh.

"Teacher's wife, classmate Su Shu and Mr. Su are here to see you." Qian Li knocked on the door and came in. When he saw that the tea in the tea cup had become cold, he picked up the tea cup and said, "I will give you a cup of hot tea."

Qian Lizheng knew that Su Shu and Su Tianrong probably had something to say to his wife, so he closed the door and went out first while holding the tea cup.

When she heard Su Shu's name, Mrs. Zheng's eyes moved, and her unfocused gaze finally regained its energy.

"You're here~ If I remember correctly, you should be returning to China tomorrow, right?" Mrs. Zheng's voice was as kind as when we first met her.

"Yes, we will leave Hong Kong at 08:30 tomorrow morning." Su Shu nodded and suddenly felt a sore nose.

As if she suddenly noticed that Su Shu's eyes were red, Mrs. Zheng reached out and gently wiped away Su Shu's tears.

"My child, don't be sad. He actually passed away peacefully. He didn't suffer the pain you thought. When I went out to buy groceries, we even said goodbye." Mrs. Zheng said, "He had no other choice. He was also tired, and he discussed it with me before he left. I thought about it, but I couldn’t think of a reason to disagree.”

As a wife, she couldn't think of a reason to let him get rid of the pain that her husband's body had caused him in the past two years.

They spent the night saying goodbye, and then in the morning he sent her out to buy groceries and she watched him bid farewell to the world.

Mrs. Zheng took out a sachet from her pocket and handed it to Su Shu, "If you can, please take this back for us and find a tree to bury it in a park in Beijing."

"This is it?" Su Shu asked in a dumb voice after taking it.

"This is a strand of hair that he and I cut off when we got married. At that time, we were looking forward to growing old together." Mrs. Zheng smiled bitterly. "I am in a foreign land. If I can bring this strand of hair back to my hometown, it will be a kind of sustenance. I hope that if a person really has a soul after death, he can still find it by following this strand of hair, at least the soul can return to his homeland."

Su Shu burst into tears, "Mrs. Zheng, keep this sachet. Keep it for one day and take it back to your hometown to bury it in Professor Zheng's grave."

Su Shu reached out and held Mrs. Zheng's hand tightly, "Do you believe me? If you believe me, I will come to pick up Professor Zheng's ashes tomorrow morning. I will take Professor Zheng back tomorrow, and then we will wait for you at home, Su The Group will help you, and the relevant departments will also help you. Just wait patiently, and it won’t be long before you can return to China to reunite with Professor Zheng, and you can return to your hometown and see your relatives.”

Su Shu vaguely felt that if she didn't give Mrs. Zheng some hope, she might just leave Hong Kong tomorrow and Mrs. Zheng would leave with Professor Zheng.

Mrs. Zheng had no intention of living anymore, so she wanted to ask her to take the hair back. She thought that after death, the soul could return to the homeland along the hair.