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Chapter 333 The illness comes like a mountain
In the early morning, the family sat together to have breakfast.
An Xiaoyue has a small appetite, and even though she had almost finished eating, she did not leave the table.
She is waiting.
After Fu Shengyang finished eating, he told his grandfather about their visit to the Chu family that day.
Things that have been agreed upon should be done during the free time on the weekend.
Otherwise, she would feel uneasy at work, as if something was missing.
After all, they had been living together as a couple for over a year, and Fu Shengyang immediately understood what she meant.
He glanced at his grandfather sitting in the main seat.
Grandpa swallowed the vitamins and other health supplements with warm water in one gulp.
Fu Shengyang then spoke up, "Grandpa, Xiaoyue and I won't stay with you today. We're going to visit Uncle Chu."
During dinner yesterday, Fu Shengyang conveyed Chu Xiao's attitude toward Chu Jinhuai to Fu Jinyun.
Fu Jinyun is over seventy years old and understands that nothing should be forced, otherwise it will backfire.
He sighed and said softly, "Go ahead, spend some time with him at noon, and come back after lunch. Your mother should be coming over; I'll talk to her then."
An Jiaren followed Leng Shize to Beijing to teach. Whenever she had free time on weekends, she would come over to see her beloved daughters Xiaoyue and Xingyun and have a meal together.
If you didn't come yesterday, Saturday, then you'll come today.
"Aunt Cui has already prepared everything we need to take. Xiaoyue and I will change our clothes and then set off."
Fu Jinyun nodded, indicating that he understood.
Fu Shengyang knew the location of the Chu family.
But he never came. Each family had its own difficulties to overcome, and they rarely kept in touch unless there was something going on.
The two walked along the street, checking the house number at each house they passed.
After walking for a while, I finally saw the character "褚" on the doorplate.
Unlike the elegant and grand Fu Garden, the Chu family's residence was simply a villa with a courtyard located among a cluster of buildings.
Looking at the exterior of the villa, there are stains formed by rainwater and dust, indicating that it has not been cleaned for a long time.
An Xiaoyue and Fu Shengyang stood outside the tall iron gate, and through the gaps in the gate, they could see everything in the courtyard.
The desolation of late autumn was even more pronounced in the courtyard, which was devoid of any plants.
In the lifeless courtyard, a man wearing a hat sat in a wheelchair with a thick blanket draped over his legs.
Even sitting in the warm sunshine, his figure appeared excessively lonely.
The body, wrapped in clothes, seemed shriveled and empty, like nothing but bones.
An Xiaoyue and Fu Shengyang looked at each other in tacit understanding, both seeing surprise and confusion in each other's eyes.
It's only been less than two months since Grandma Chu's funeral, how could Uncle Chu have become so thin?
The blow of Grandma Chu's death and the breakdown of her family shouldn't have reduced a person to nothing but skin and bones.
Uncle Chu must be sick.
An Xiaoyue speculated.
Fu Shengyang rang the doorbell. Chu Jinhuai, who was sunbathing, looked towards the door with his hazy eyes.
Those empty eyes seemed to hold even less life than the courtyard itself.
It was as if his soul had been extracted, leaving only a physical body in this world.
An Xiaoyue was greatly alarmed, and became even more certain that her guess was correct.
In such a short period of time, there are only a few diseases that can cause a person to become thin and have their energy drained.
Chu Jinhuai, still in his wheelchair, walked briskly out of the house.
"I'm coming."
The person who came was Aunt Wei.
The iron gate could have been opened from the inside, but Aunt Wei didn't.
Instead, he stood at the door and asked the two of them, "What do you want?"
After Aunt Wei returned to the Chu family, the doorbell never rang again.
Chu Ci had a key, and she always pressed the remote herself, driving in swaggeringly.
Every time she came, she would infuriate the old man to the point of breathlessness, yet he couldn't stop her.
When the doorbell rang just now, she thought she was hallucinating.
At this moment, looking at the distinguished-looking man and woman standing at the door, she didn't recognize a single one of them.
"I am Fu Shengyang from the Fu family. I've come to visit Uncle Chu," Fu Shengyang replied.
The young master of the Fu family has grown so big and handsome.
Aunt Wei knew that the two young masters had a good time, and the corners of her mouth turned up in a happy smile.
The young master of the Fu family came to visit the master. With one more person helping, the relationship between the master and the young master can be eased.
After seeing the young master last time, she went to that vegetable market to buy groceries, and she went there at different times of the day.
But she never saw the young master and that girl again after that incident.
During the time she returned, she gradually discovered the old man's illness.
If we had known about the master's illness back then, and had told Young Master Xiao, he would definitely have come back.
However, she didn't know where Young Master Xiao lived.
I went to the company, but they said that Young Master Xiao was not working there.
Unable to contact Young Master Xiao, she could only anxiously pray to Buddha.
Perhaps the Bodhisattva, the lady, and the old lady all heard her prayers, which is why they invited the Fu family members over.
With that thought in mind, she pressed the hidden switch next to the door and opened it.
"Young Master Fu, Mrs. Fu, please come in. My surname is Wei, and I used to work as a maid in the Chu family."
Aunt Wei welcomed the person in and briefly explained her identity.
An Xiaoyue and Fu Shengyang followed behind Aunt Wei in silence.
The commotion at the door did not disturb Chu Jinhuai, who was sunbathing.
He remained in the same position as before, sitting in his wheelchair.
It wasn't until Aunt Wei stood beside him and patted his arm that Chu Jinhuai's empty eyes regained their sparkle.
"Sheng Yang and Xiao Yue are here."
Chu Jinhuai spoke, his voice old and hoarse.
Even the voice has changed, this...
An Xiaoyue was terrified by the various disease names that appeared in her mind, and broke out in a cold sweat.
Immediately, I felt guilty for not having noticed Uncle Chu's physical condition.
Uncle Chu is a generation younger than Grandpa, but his condition is worse than Grandpa's.
Uncle Chu and Dad are about the same age; Dad is currently abroad debating with a group of scholars.
Uncle Chu watched helplessly as life slipped away in this desolate courtyard.
In comparison, while Uncle Chu's career was flourishing, he seemed to lack any firepower.
An Xiaoyue's heart felt as if it were being gripped by a pair of large hands, a dull ache that prevented her from uttering a sound.
Aunt Wei turned her face to the side, raised her sleeve, and quietly wiped away her tears.
It's shameful to cry in front of guests; she can't let her emotions run wild.
"Young master, madam, please wait a moment, I'll go get some stools."
Fu Shengyang, carrying the things in his hands, followed Aunt Wei into the living room.
"Aunt Wei, we've prepared some nourishing food. Could you make it for Uncle Chu?"
When it came to food, Aunt Wei couldn't hold back her tears.
Thinking of the old man's current condition, she felt as if all her strength had been drained away. She staggered and hurriedly grabbed the back of the sofa to steady herself.
“Master…can’t eat.” Aunt Wei choked up. “Master can’t eat.”
After saying that, she bit her lip hard to prevent herself from crying out loud.
The master is still alive; she cannot cry.
Upon seeing this, Fu Shengyang also realized the seriousness of the matter.
In the courtyard, An Xiaoyue felt a pang of sadness.
Her throat tightened, and she couldn't say anything; tears also blurred her vision.
An Xiaoyue knelt down in front of the wheelchair and held the dry, bony hands that were just skin and bones.
Chu Jinhuai's cloudy eyes instantly turned red, and a tear slid down his cheek.
"It's alright, child."
An Xiaoyue recalled Grandma Chu lying by the roadside, Uncle Chu losing his shoes, and Uncle Chu hunching over at Grandma Chu's funeral.
Each scene was heartbreaking and brought tears to the eyes.
"Uncle Chu, can I tell my dad?" An Xiaoyue asked Chu Jinhuai with a sob in her voice.
"Don't bother your father, he's a man who does great things."
An Xiaoyue: "Friends are just as important."
Chu Jinhuai used all his strength to pat her hand.
"Your father understands what your uncle is doing; he's giving him some face."
His hoarse voice was filled with pleading and a final act of defiance.