I was just playing tricks, how come I became Bai Yueguang

Chapter 792 Bringing People Back

The more resilient a person is, the more easily he will be moved by this defenseless softness.

Shen Zhuang stared quietly at the words on the letter paper that were blurred by rain, as if he wanted to see into a person's heart through the blurred ink.

Looking at Shen Zhuang like this, Jiang Huashan couldn't help but feel fortunate that she didn't prejudge Shen Jun as a bad guy, otherwise, her grandfather might have missed this letter again in his life.

Judging from the various signs before him, Grandpa might have discovered that Shen Hang was a traitor in his previous life. It was precisely because of this that an irreparable misunderstanding arose between Grandpa and Shen Jun.

And this letter just shows that Shen Jun cares about his grandfather very much.

Perhaps my grandfather had bad intentions at the time and misunderstood Shen Jun, and Shen Jun died to express his will, leaving my grandfather with a lifelong regret.

This also explains why, in the previous life, my grandfather knew that the people in the old house were stubborn, but still chose to tolerate them.

Because he felt guilty.

Jiang Huashan hesitated for a moment, then gently stepped forward and touched Shen Zhuang's arm, "Grandpa."

Shen Zhuang suddenly came back to his senses, his eyes instantly focused on Jiang Huashan's face.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but didn't know where to start.

Jiang Huashan smiled brightly and said cheerfully, "Grandpa, the flowers in your garden have sprouted. You should be happy."

"You always taught me that if a flower doesn't bloom well, it's not the flower itself that's to blame, but the person who tends it... But Grandpa, have you forgotten? If it's just a tree or a blade of grass, even if you fertilize and water it every day, it won't bloom. Besides sunlight, soil, and fertilizer, the most important thing for a flower to bloom is its very nature as a flower."

"Just because a tree doesn't bloom doesn't mean you should deny your ability to grow flowers. As the old saying goes, when you discover a problem, look for the cause in others rather than internalizing it."

Shen Zhuang looked at Jiang Huashan's serious nonsense and couldn't help but smile: "Which old saying says that?"

The inner demon is often only a thought away. How could Shen Zhuang, having lived for most of his life, not understand such a simple truth? But speaking from Jiang Huashan's mouth, it felt like a gift from fate.

Just like the letter in his hand, he almost missed it forever.

Shen Zhuang's eyes were gentle as he gently touched Jiang Huashan's messy hair that was wet by the rain and said softly, "Grandpa is fine. Go back and take a hot bath to avoid catching a cold." Then he looked up at Shen Jiao outside the hall.

Shen Jiao understood and quickly stepped forward to embrace Jiang Huashan: "Let's go."

Jiang Huashan still looked back at Shen Zhuang worriedly, and the old man waved at her: "Go back."

Seeing this, Jiang Huashan had no choice but to turn around and follow Shen Jiao to the hallway. When passing by Shen Lanxi, their eyes accidentally met.

Before Shen Lanxi could come to his senses, Jiang Huashan pretended to kick his calf accidentally.

"What are you still standing there for? You have no sense at all."

“…” Shen Jiao’s eyelids twitched.

She was close and could see all of Jiang Huashan's little movements. In order to prevent Jiang Huashan from offending Shen Lanxi too much, Shen Jiao quickly pulled him out.

Shen Lanxi turned sideways and watched Jiang Huashan leave, but when she was pushed forward by Shen Jiao, she did not forget to turn around and wave her fist at him.

"..."

Shen Lanxi was silent for a moment, ignoring her sore calves, and took the initiative to walk towards Shen Zhuang.

"Grandpa," he said in a calm tone, "cousin's letter, can you let me see it?"

Shen Zhuang had calmed down by now. He nodded and handed over the letter.

Shen Lanxi took it with both hands and read every word carefully. Her eyes lingered on the handwriting blurred by rain for a long time. Then she solemnly folded the letter and returned it to the old man.

"Grandpa, let me handle the affairs of the old house, okay?"

Shen Zhuang shook his head and looked outside the courtyard through the hollow lattice window.

The rain gradually stopped, but there were still puddles on the bluestone ground in the yard, reflecting the gray sky.

The old uncles outside the hall were all in a dishevel, their clothes were soaked, their gray hair stuck to their scalps, and they had lost their usual dignity.

Everyone was waiting for Shen Zhuang's decision, and the air was filled with suppressed panic and despair.

Shen Zhuang pondered for a moment, then slowly withdrew his gaze, his eyes wandering effortlessly between the people in front of him.

Because of the fight just now, Shen Qian and Shen Yuan felt ashamed to face Shen Zhuang, and they lowered their heads and dared not look at each other.

Shen Rang had never seen such a chaotic scene as today, and his expression was solemn.

Shen Qingyu's eyes were frank, and he stared straight at Shen Zhuang with burning eyes.

Just as Shen Zhuang was about to speak, the phone in Shen Rang's pocket suddenly vibrated. The sound was extremely harsh in the environment where you could hear a pin drop.

Shen Rang frowned subconsciously and was about to hang up, but he caught a glimpse of an encrypted number displayed on the screen.

He looked up at Shen Zhuang, nodded slightly to the old man, and then turned sideways to answer the phone.

"Manager Zheng?"

I don't know what was said on the other end of the phone, but Shen Rang's expression suddenly froze, his brows became tighter and tighter, and the blood on his face faded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"...What did you say?" His voice suddenly rose, trembling with disbelief, and he looked at Shen Zhuang fiercely, "Dad, A Ling and A Nian...something happened?!"

In an instant, all eyes in the flower hall were focused on Shen Rang.

Shen Qian and Shen Yuan suddenly raised their heads, with varying degrees of astonishment in their eyes; Shen Qingyu's burning gaze froze instantly, revealing surprise and suspicion; even Shen Lanxi, who had been silent all the time, suddenly frowned and turned to look at Shen Rang.

Shen Rang had no time to consider everyone's reactions. As he listened to the narration on the other end of the phone, cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He muttered, "A Ling and An Nian were assassinated. A Ling was seriously injured and unconscious. An Nian... is currently being treated in the Royal Intensive Care Unit in Country S."

As soon as the words fell, the entire hall fell into deathly silence again.

"Impossible..." Shen Qian seemed to have suddenly grasped some incredible clue. His eyes suddenly moved away from Shen Rang's face and suddenly fixed on Shen Yuan beside him.

"It was you?! Shen Yuan, it was you who did it!"

"..." Shen Yuan was stunned for a moment by this sudden accusation. Then his expression became even uglier than before. He retorted angrily, "Are you crazy?! You're still slandering me at this time! How could I possibly do such a thing!"

But Shen Qian simply couldn't listen. His red eyes stared at Shen Yuan as if he wanted to eat him alive.

Shen Yuan, "..."

"Shut up, everyone!"

Shen Zhuang's figure swayed almost imperceptibly, but his eyes quickly calmed down and he turned to look at Shen Lanxi and Shen Qingyu.

"Lan Xi, Qing Yu, the two of you go and prepare immediately. Grandpa will provide you with all the resources the Shen family can mobilize. You must rush to the Royal Hospital as quickly as possible to ensure the safety of A Ling and A Nian."

"Remember!" Shen Zhuang's voice deepened, his voice filled with an unshakable determination. "Grandpa hopes you all return safely."

Shen Lanxi and Shen Qingyu looked stern, and without hesitation, they bowed and replied, "Yes, Grandpa."

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