Fundamentals of Catching Immortals

Chapter 173 Green Bamboo Resentment (37)
Yun Niang did not live very old.After the only son of the Dong family became a man, married a wife, and gave birth to a fat boy, Yunniang became thinner day by day.

The little grandson loved to cling to his grandmother the most, and the fat little man grew up under his grandmother's knees until he was seven years old.In her heart, Yunniang really hoped to watch her little grandson grow up, meet the woman he could treat with sincerity, watch her give birth to a child, and watch another little meat dumpling running around chattering.

It's a pity that she couldn't even witness the growth of this little grandson with her own eyes.

She was only 50 years old that year, and she couldn't get out of bed anymore.

Everyone in the Dong family knew that she had exhausted her energy and suffered too much in the year when the Dong family was about to collapse.That year, the Dong family did not expand their business for more than half a year, and the son who was brought up by Yunniang worked so hard to serve her at her bedside.

The seven-year-old grandson also comes to talk with his grandmother every day, holding the soup cooked by his mother.

"Grandma will be fine if she can survive this winter." The little grandson firmly believed.

And the fact is also the same, that difficult winter Yunniang has passed, after the Spring Festival, spring started, the weather gradually warmed up, Yunniang seemed to be looking a lot better, she was able to get out of bed occasionally, and walked around the yard .

The little grandson was so happy that he didn't even want to go to school. He pestered his grandmother every day, talking about this and that with him.

He is also very familiar with Bamboo, this green bamboo planted in his grandmother's yard, no matter how the other bamboos change, only it will never change.The sun was fine that day, and the little grandson pointed at Taketori and smiled to make his grandmother happy.

"Grandma, will the bamboo bloom?"

Yun Niang squinted at Taketori, stroking her little grandson's white and tender hands, shaking her body back and forth, as if caught in memories.

It seems that more than 30 years ago, that man also asked her such a question.

Will bamboo bloom?
If something as elegant as bamboo can also bloom, then adding bamboo flowers to tea must be the most elegant thing.

"Bamboo flowers into tea?" That year's shy smile, the bride in red makeup, narrowed her eyes, covered her lips with her sleeves, and said in a charming voice, "That's not possible. The book says that bamboo flowers are poisonous."

"Grandma, what are you thinking about?"

Yun Niang opened her hand and looked at her palm.The hand that used to be fair and slender enough to only hold a pen has now become old and rough.She pursed her lips and smiled, her face full of age marks seemed to show a trace of shyness in the past.

She looked in front of her and looked at her dependent face, and her facial features vaguely resembled the little grandson who looked like a man, and happily patted his head: "Yes. Bamboo will bloom."

The little grandson stared wide-eyed: "Then, what does it look like when bamboo blooms?"

Yun Niang shook her head: "Grandma hasn't seen it either."

Taketori didn't know that he would also bloom.

If Yunniang likes it, he will show it to her.

But Yunniang still didn't wait for the bamboo to bloom for her in the end. Not long after the afternoon when the bamboo flower was mentioned, Yunniang's condition worsened again.

But this time, she could never get out of bed again.

Taketori Mou worked hard and wanted to let himself bloom once.He felt his essence being drawn away bit by bit and poured into the branches, as if there was a feeling telling him that if the flowers bloomed this time, he would not be able to live.

But he was planted by Yunniang, if Yunniang wants to see him bloom, what can he do if he dies.

It was a clear night, and the starry sky was like a waterfall, spreading to the unknown sky.Taketori heard Yun Niang stop breathing.

——"Daddy, grandma's bamboo is crying!"

——"That's not crying, it's that the bamboo is blooming."

(End of this chapter)