HPDBC Chapter 52 Who is the Old Grandmother You Mentioned?
Chapter 52 Who is the Old Grandmother You Mentioned?
Five minutes later, Zhouzhou followed Grandma Cui to a painting studio filled with her portraits. Every smile, every frown, every expression of joy, anger, laughter, and scolding, from youth to old age, they were all there. Each painting was vivid and lifelike, showing the dedication of the artist.
Grandma Cui looked at each of the paintings with nostalgic eyes. Finally, she said, "Little girl, can you take all these paintings with you? Or you can burn them all."
Zhouzhou was surprised by her unexpected request and asked, "Why?"
Grandma Cui sat down on a nearby chair, her face filled with sadness. After a while, she spoke, "If I don't do this, my old man will never be able to move on."
She explained that her husband was a painter, with a bad temper and a bit aloof. He didn't have many friends, but he treated her well. Before he became famous, they couldn't afford a camera, so he used brushes to record every bit of their life. Even after they could afford a camera, he still maintained that habit.
"But now that I'm gone, he continues to dwell in the past, which is meaningless," Grandma Cui said with a low voice. Tears shimmered in her eyes. She took a deep breath and smiled at Zhouzhou, saying, "Little girl, can you help me?"
Zhouzhou didn't say anything. She looked at the paintings around her and her gaze fell on the largest one in the center. It depicted two people, Grandma Cui and her husband, probably her companion in life.
Grandpa Cui looked stern, but the Grandma Cui he painted exuded a sense of gentleness that was unique to her alone. It was his memory, even his last attachment to this world, carrying great significance
Zhouzhou hesitated, not knowing what to do.
Just then, the door behind them suddenly made a noise, and someone stood at the entrance, frowning and asking, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
Zhouzhou turned around and saw a person who looked exactly like the person in the painting standing at the door. She instinctively glanced at Grandma Cui.
Seeing him, Grandma Cui's eyes flickered with excitement, but then she put on a stern face and angrily said, "Stubborn old man."
"How did you get in?" When he didn't answer, Cui Rong frowned and repeated the question.
Zhouzhou blinked and said, "Grandma opened the door for me."
Grandma? Cui Rong's expression changed slightly, and he asked with a trembling voice, "The old grandma you mentioned, who is she?"
Is it her?
Zhouzhou pointed at the portrait on the wall and said, "It's this old grandma."
Saying that, she turned to look in Grandma Cui's direction and said, "Grandma, I'm sorry, but I can't do as you said. These paintings were created with Grandpa's heart and burning them would be such a waste."@@@@
Upon hearing this, Cui Rong's expression changed again.
At this moment, the door was suddenly kicked open, and everyone turned to look. They saw Qin Bei standing at the entrance, hands on his hips, saying, "Old man Cui, you're as stubborn as a mule. Your son and daughter-in-law are willing to take you abroad to enjoy your retirement, why are you being stubborn and insisting on staying alone in this rundown house?
Are you happy when no one even knows if you're dead or alive?"
After saying that, Zhouzhou carried Qin Bei and walked out.
The music downstairs had stopped, and the spirits who were dancing just moments ago were now huddled in a corner. Little Peng was speaking to them, but when he saw Zhouzhou coming down, they instantly fell silent, shrinking into the corner, trembling.
They didn't expect the young girl to be so formidable. Even the other spirits dared not cause trouble when facing her. They were obedient.
Observing them, Zhouzhou noticed that none of them had obvious traces of wrongdoing. Her expression softened, and she thought for a moment. She approached them and asked, "Do any of you have unfulfilled wishes? You can tell me, and if it's something I can do, I will help you."
These wandering spirits in the mortal realm couldn't continue like this; they needed to be sent to reincarnation as soon as possible.
It was like she was performing good deeds and accumulating merit.
Upon hearing her words, the spirits looked at each other, still lingering on Little Peng's earlier terrifying description of her.
Looking at her fair and tender face, a ghost couldn't help but step forward and say, "Really?"
"Yes, come forward," Zhouzhou replied.
She sat on the sofa, looking approachable.
The ghost who had spoken earlier mustered up the courage and told her his wish. He died from an illness and hadn't been able to finish his last words to his family. He wanted to see them one more time.
Zhouzhou nodded and immediately drew a dream talisman, arranging for him to meet his family in his dreams that night. This way, it wouldn't cause any harm to the living.
Seeing this, the other ghosts gained courage as well and started speaking all at once.
Zhouzhou dealt with the wishes that could be fulfilled on the spot.
She was busy and didn't notice the merit points turning into golden light and flying into the statue of Ancestral Master statue in her bag.
Ancestral Master statue's beard moved slightly, and in less than a moment, he fell silent again.
It was only when it came to Little Peng's turn that Zhouzhou asked him about his wish. However, Little Peng shook his head in a bewildered manner.
"Don't you have one?" Zhouzhou couldn't believe it. It was obvious that he still had lingering attachments, which prevented him from being reincarnated. He couldn't have no wish at all.
Little Peng replied, "I don't know. I don't remember anything."
Amnesia?
Suddenly noticing something, Zhouzhou stared at him for a while and discovered a condensed bloodthirsty aura at tail of the eye. It was clear that he had been murdered!