Yousheng also understood what kind of feelings his parents had for Old Mr. Qin; now that the old gentleman had passed away, they were surely very upset.
Ming Mei changed into a black suit and went downstairs to hug the two children.
She said to Xizeer, "Take good care of your brother and grandfather, we're leaving."
Xizeer nodded, "Don't worry, I will."
Kang Chen took Ming Mei hurriedly to the Qin Family.
This breakfast, only the three of them were left.
The old man learned about Old Mr. Qin's death; he sighed deeply, "Everyone will have this day sooner or later."
Xizeer looked up and said, "Grandpa, I won't let you grow old so quickly."
The old man smiled and said, "Silly child, grandpa is already old."
Xizeer said nothing; he looked at the old man, whose hair had turned much whiter, and his body had lost the strong and mighty presence it once had on the battlefield. Perhaps... in a few more years, he would grow old like Old Mr. Qin.
Xizeer gripped his chopsticks tightly.
