After the mother was reborn, she was deeply involved in the battle for favor between her sons

When Ji Tingyang and Ji Zeqiu arrived at the Lin family's house, the door was open.

"Grandpa, Grandpa!" Ji Zeqiu ran in and shouted loudly in the house.

However, it was not Father Lin who came out of the house, but several strong workers.

"Where did you come from, kid? Go away and don't disturb us while we are working." The man had a thick beard and a stern face with a bit of majesty. He was the kind of adult that children feared the most.

Ji Zeqiu's body trembled slightly. He hid behind Ji Tingyang and dared not speak.

Ji Tingyang also felt a little scared. He swallowed and whispered, "Let's go find grandpa..."

"Who is your grandfather?" The man's rough voice sounded again.

Ji Tingyang hesitated, "Grandpa is grandpa..."

He didn't know Lin's father's name, nor did he know how to describe him. He tugged at the corner of his clothes with a nervous look on his face.

Fortunately, at this time, the servant who had taken care of them for a while when he worked in the Lin family came out and saw the two of them.

"Why are you two here?" The servant looked surprised.

"Auntie, we are here to find grandpa." Ji Tingyang said.

"Grandpa hasn't come to see us for a long time. He said he would take us home to live." Ji Zeqiu poked his head out from behind Ji Tingyang.

When the servant heard this, a complicated look flashed across his eyes. Looking at the two of them with expectant expressions, he didn't know how to start.

"Is the grandfather they are talking about the original owner of this house? Didn't he pass away?"

The man spoke out before the servant could stop him.

Passed away.

These two words are not unfamiliar to Ji Tingyang and Ji Zeqiu.

Death means they will never see that person again, just like mom, dad, or grandma.

And now even grandpa is gone?

Tears fell from the eyes of the two children and they couldn't help crying.

"Wow, wow, I want grandpa, grandpa..." Ji Zeqiu's heart-wrenching cries echoed in the room.

Seeing the tears of the two children, the man instantly realized that he had said something wrong. A look of panic appeared on his serious face. "What, what should I do? I spoke too quickly..."

The servant had experience in taking care of them and coaxed Ji Zeqiu into submission in no time.

"Does our Zeqiu want to go visit grandpa?" The servant took out a tissue and wiped Ji Zeqiu's tear-stained cheek. "When you stop crying, I will take you to the cemetery to see grandpa."

Ji Zeqiu hiccuped a few times and asked while sobbing, "Can I really go see grandpa?"

"Really, I promise you." The servant shook hands with him.

Then he went to wipe Ji Tingyang's tears, "We Tingyang want to be a little man, right? A real man won't cry."

Ji Tingyang took the tissue and wiped away his tears. "I won't cry. I want to see grandpa, too."

"Okay." The servant smiled and took the two crying children out.

Ji Tingyang and Ji Zeqiu have lost count of how many times they have come to Nanshan Cemetery. The first few times they came to visit their parents, then they came to visit their grandmother, and now they are coming to visit their grandfather...

Lin's father's tombstone is right next to Tang Biqin's, and the photo on the tombstone shows their common kind and gentle smiles.

"Grandpa can hear what you say. Just say whatever you want to say to him." The servant touched the two children's heads.

Ji Zeqiu was the first to speak, his voice choking with sobs, "Grandpa is a big liar. You clearly said you would take us home. My brother and I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Please come back and pick us up soon, okay? I promise I'll be obedient in the future. I can sweep the floor and wipe the table. I can do anything... wuwuwu..."

Ji Tingyang held back his red eyes and whispered, "Grandpa, I miss you so much."

The breeze blew through the bamboo forest surrounding the cemetery, making a rustling sound, as if responding to their words.

The servant also looked deeply at Lin's father's tombstone, all kinds of complicated emotions surging in his chest, and finally turned into a sigh at his lips.

Who would have thought that Father Lin, who was still walking briskly a month ago, is now lying in the grave right in front of him.

She went to the supermarket to buy vegetables that day, and when she returned home she saw Lin's father lying on the ground in pain, his hands covering his lumbar vertebrae, his face distorted and pale.

She immediately called the emergency number and took an ambulance to take Lin's father to the hospital.

The doctor said it was a lumbar fracture and he needed to be hospitalized. After half a month of treatment, Lin's father's lumbar spine finally recovered.

But his health deteriorated, and he would occasionally say a few words about seeing Tang Biqin and her daughter.

Like many elderly people, his physical functions declined rapidly after an injury.

The day when he met Ji Tingyang and the others in the mall was also their last meeting.

Within two or three days of returning to the hospital, Lin's father died.

Before his death, Lin's father gave her his latest will, leaving all the Lin family's property to his three children.

However, if the money was just handed over to three children, it would be easily snatched away by Ji Yiyu, so he entrusted her to keep the money in the foundation until Ji Tingyang came of age, and then give the money to him.

She had worked in the Lin family for so many years, and she didn't expect so many changes to happen in such a short period of time.

There will be no one close to take care of these three children, and no one knows what will become of them in the future.

A trace of melancholy rose in the servant's heart.

The three of them stayed at the cemetery for a few hours, and the servants took them back to school before the afternoon classes started.

Just before Ji Tingyang entered the school, the servant hesitated and called him.

"Hide this money. If you want something or are hungry, buy it yourself." She stuffed a few hundred-dollar bills into Ji Tingyang's schoolbag.

The servants heard that Ji Yiyun often didn't let them eat, and they still felt a little distressed.

"You will be the eldest in the family from now on. You must take good care of your younger brothers and sisters, okay?" said the servant.

"Okay." Ji Tingyang responded.

After today, the servants will pack up and go back home. This may be the last time she sees them.

She looked at Ji Tingyang's receding figure and sighed dejectedly.

That evening.

Ji Tingyang had a dream.

He dreamed that his parents and grandparents were all telling him to take care of his younger siblings by himself.

These words kept echoing in his mind.

Ji Tingyang suddenly woke up from his dream and heard a faint crying sound in his ears.

"Ji Zeqiu, did you have a nightmare?" He turned and looked over.

Ji Zeqiu sniffed, "Brother, I miss my parents..."

"Close your eyes and you will see mom and dad when you fall asleep." Thinking of taking care of his younger brothers and sisters, Ji Tingyang patted him on the back.

This sentence was like a curse, lingering almost throughout Ji Tingyang's life.