Young master, your vest fell off

Fu Miaomiao and Situ Han didn't go downstairs until noon.

As soon as the two got out of the elevator, the retro landline in the lobby rang.

"An'an, grandpa answer the phone first." Mr. Situ patted An'an's head and went to pick up the landline.

Situ Han stood at the door of the elevator without moving, staring at Mr. Situ fixedly.

The old man answered the phone with a smile, but before he could hear a few words, his eyes went dark and he fell down.

"Grandpa!" Situ Han yelled, and strode over.

Soon, the old man was sent to the hospital.

The old lady also knew everything, and she almost had the same reaction as the old gentleman.

Situ Han stood at the door of the ward, motionless, without saying a word, just staring at the two beds.

Both Fu Miaomiao and An An looked at Situ Han...

They knew that Situ Han must be suffering right now, but they didn't say anything, they just accompanied Situ Han silently.

After three o'clock in the afternoon, the old man opened his eyes first.

"How could this be? How could this be?" the old gentleman murmured, as if he had aged a lot in an instant.

"Grandpa..." An An sat on the chair beside the bed, "Grandpa, are you better? I'm really worried about you, grandpa, you must be healthy."

The old man looked at An An's eyes, big, bright, pure and caring, and it seemed that all the good things in the world were contained in those eyes.

"An An..." The old man called An An lightly, and nodded with tears in his eyes, "Grandfather is fine, it's fine."

"Let's go out first." Fu Miaomiao pulled Situ Han out to the living room outside.

She asked: "Grandpa and grandma know now, we will stay with grandpa and grandma these few days, it's okay, Situ Han, everything is over, we will be fine."

As for the deaths of Situ Yunliang and Situ Yunli, the news that the old gentleman and old lady got was that they killed each other.

The brothers have been fighting openly and secretly for so many years, and the old gentleman and old lady are not surprised at this result.

They hate, but they also hate that iron cannot be made into steel.

They were born from the same root, so why rush each other...

Why don't they understand this truth?

White-haired people send black-haired people...

In the past few days, Situ's family has been flooded with grief.

……

After half a month...

Everything is back on track.

On this day, Mr. Situ called Situ Han into his study.

The two sat down.

Mr. Situ said, "Your uncle and your second uncle's funerals are over, Xiaosi, tell grandpa, did you do it?"

When the old man said the last sentence, his tone and expression were the same as usual.

But if you listen carefully, you can still hear the deep sense of powerlessness.

Situ Han looked into the eyes of the old man, silently, and nodded.

The old man was so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe, his face was pale, and he just nodded.

Situ Han stopped talking and looked at the old gentleman quietly.

After a long, long time...

The old man's breathing became smoother, and the old man's voice was extremely sad, "How did it become like this?"

How could it be like this?
"Little Four, I'm...very disappointed in you."

The expression on Situ Han's face remained calm, "Grandpa, I'm sorry."

The old man looked at Situ Han mournfully, "Why? I've already given you everything, why are you still doing this?"

Situ Han lowered his head and did not speak.

The old man waved to Situ Han, "Let's go."

He really regretted asking Situ Han this question.

If he doesn't ask, he won't know the answer for the rest of his life.

Situ Han glanced at the old gentleman again, responded, got up and left.

Back in the bedroom, Fu Miaomiao noticed that Situ Han's expression was not right, so he frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

Situ Han said in a heavy voice, "I told grandpa."

Fu Miaomiao stood up from the sofa in surprise, "Why?"

Situ Han chuckled, "How could Grandpa believe it was an accident?"

"And then?" Fu Miaomiao stepped forward, "Did you tell me about your father?"

Situ Han shook his head.

He has a headache now.

"Miaomiao, I want to be quiet."

Fu Miaomiao opened her mouth, but finally said nothing, just nodded, looked at Situ Han silently for a while, and then went out.

Grandpa knows.

How to do?
Fu Miaomiao bit her lower lip and walked towards the elevator.

She pressed the elevator, and the elevator door opened, and what came into view was Mr. Situ's wrinkled face.

Fu Miaomiao's heart stopped, she paused, and then walked in.

The atmosphere in the elevator was oppressive.

When we reached the first floor, the elevator door opened, and Fu Miaomiao waited for Mr. Situ to go out, but he heard the old man ask, "You know everything, too?"

Something surged up in Fu Miaomiao's heart, and she felt that she was going crazy.

After taking a deep breath, Fu Miaomiao said in a deep voice, "Grandpa, you have to tell the truth, don't you? Okay, let me tell you."

Fu Miaomiao took old Mr. Situ to the glass greenhouse at the back, and told the old man everything.

Then she continued: "Grandpa, the reason I told you this is because I can see that you can bear it. Situ Han was wrong. He shouldn't have concealed it from you. You have the right to know the truth."

The old man's face trembled, tears kept falling, "How could this happen? How could this happen?"

Fu Miaomiao patted the old man on the back lightly, comforting him, "Grandpa..."

The old man waved his hand, "Miaomiao, leave grandpa alone for a while."

"Okay, I won't talk, I'll stay here with you." After Fu Miaomiao finished speaking, she sat aside and really stopped talking.

The old man sighed heavily, "Miaomiao, what do you think grandpa should do?"

Fu Miaomiao felt the helplessness and sadness of a nearly 80-year-old old man.

"Grandpa, the only thing you can do now is to let go. I know it's hard, but you have to do it."

At least, they all have to go on living.

She couldn't tell her grandpa that those people deserved to die, but the fact is that, in the struggle of rich and powerful families, either you die or I die, how can there be so many, what should I do?
"Grandpa, didn't you walk on bones to get to today? You should know better than me what you should do."

The old man looked at the little girl in front of him...

Her words brought him back to the past.

He nodded, "Perhaps, this is retribution..."

"This is not retribution." Fu Miaomiao interrupted the old man, "This is human nature. Besides, everyone should be responsible for everything they do. If you want to talk about retribution, maybe in the future, Situ Han and I will have retribution, but Situ What's wrong with Han?"

The old gentleman paused slightly, and nodded, "Yes, what's wrong with Xiao Si? They won't die, and they won't let Xiao Si go."

Fu Miaomiao said lightly: "So, Grandpa, don't think about it."