Zongling Biography

Chapter 92
Chou An sighed, "Everyone has their own destiny, and no one can change their destiny against the sky."

Sijiu asked curiously: "Grandma, do you mean that he won't live long? Even you can't help him?"

Qiu An helped her tuck the corner of the quilt, as if talking to himself: "I don't think I can do that, maybe only God can save him."

Although Sijiu bothered him, she still felt a little uncomfortable thinking about his fate. She could feel how much Mu Yin cared about Mu Sui.

She confirmed: "Then how long can he live?"

Qiu An sighed, "I don't think it will be more than five years, don't tell anyone about this, you know?"

Sijiu took a deep breath in horror, and nodded quickly.

Five years is short enough. Grandma means within five years, maybe two years, maybe three years...

She immediately understood why grandma said in the daytime why she would wait a few days before showing Zong Musui a closer look. Mr. Zong was going to hold a birthday banquet, and now he said that his grandson would not live for five years, which is really unlucky!

Zhuhua said regretfully: "I think He Zhiyue and Mrs. Zong's baby looks like a baby's eyeballs. If there is any accident, don't be sad!"

Qiu An said something meaningful: "How many mothers can not feel sorry for their children! It's just that the King of Hades wants you to die in the third watch, so you can't pass the fifth watch. There are too many things you can't do!"

Zhuhua's face turned pale after a moment of rubbing, she felt that the old lady's words were referring to what she had done to Sijiu.

She smiled embarrassingly, got up and said: "Mother, let me take Sijiu back to my room to sleep? Don't disturb your rest!"

Qiu An shook his head, "You and Ji Heng are in the same room, so don't let Sijiu pass by. Sijiu will be taken care of by a dumb girl at night, so don't worry about it, go back!"

Seeing that she said so, Zhuhua nodded and backed out.

Qiu An kept looking at Zhuhua's leaving figure, thinking about something wistfully, and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

After Zhuhua left, Sijiu took Qiu An's hand and discussed: "Grandma, Sijiu has something to tell you."

Qiu An withdrew his gaze and looked at her dotingly, "Say it!"

A look of embarrassment flashed across Sijiu's face, and he summoned up his courage and said, "When I get home, I want to move back to Aniang's yard, okay?"

Qiu An frowned slightly, and asked puzzledly: "Are you not afraid anymore? Or are you unhappy living with me?"

Sijiu shook his head again and again, "No, grandma, don't think too much, I just feel sorry for Auntie, I want to spend more time with her so that she can smile more."

Qiu An smiled knowingly, and said jokingly, "Oh! My little Sijiu is actually a caring little padded jacket! After all, mother and daughter love each other deeply, and no one is as good as my own mother at critical times!"

Sijiu hurriedly coaxed her, "Grandma, I am also your little padded jacket, you must not be angry with me!"

Qiu An shook his head in relief, "My little Sijiu is a filial child, grandma is too late to be happy, how could she be angry! Go back if you want to! After so many years, I think she can figure it out."

Sijiu didn't understand what grandma wanted A Niang to understand, but she felt a lot better when she saw that there was no resentment on grandma's face.

She knew in her heart that grandma seemed to have always disliked A Niang, and it was somewhat awkward for her to be caught in the middle. Grandma treated her sincerely, and she didn't want to make grandma angry.And A Niang survived alone at home, which made her feel even more distressed.

(End of this chapter)