Chapter 1080: 719: Anxious Yin Shaoqun (6,000 Words) (Part 2)

A match made in heaven...At some point, outsiders began to describe their marriage in this way.

After the ancestral rites concluded, everyone gradually left the back hill to have lunch in the villa.

Although Yin Shixiu and Su Xiaomeng had inherited the positions of Family Head and Matriarch, as long as the elders were still alive, their seating was below the elders.

From now on, however, the true decision-makers of the Yin Family matters were Yin Shixiu and Su Xiaomeng.

Having been standing the whole morning, it should have been time to feel hungry, yet when the ancestral rites ended, Su Xiaomeng didn’t feel any hunger.

The family genealogy and ivory rod were entrusted to the butler by Yin Shixiu, to be stored in their bedroom and properly placed once they returned.

Shuangshuang and Huang Huang both had napped for quite a while, and now they were energetic, clamoring about their hunger.

Yin Shaohui and Zhou Mengqin didn’t rush back either; the two elderly stood by the altar for some time.

Su Xiaomeng, pushing Yin Shixiu’s wheelchair, couldn’t help but join them.

Shuangshuang and Huang Huang were exceedingly playful, approaching to hold Yin Shaohui and Zhou Mengqin’s hands of their own accord.

As the cool little hands grasped onto theirs, Yin Shaohui and Zhou Mengqin shivered, turning around to see the adorable faces of Shuangshuang and Huang Huang.

"Grandpa, what are you doing?"

Shuangshuang moved up to Grandpa, pointing at the memorial tablets laid out before the altar,

"What are these?"

Yin Shaohui held Shuangshuang’s hand, explaining to her,

"These belong to people who have left this world. We remember them, so we write their names on these memorial tablets!"

"Oh..."

"Shuangshuang, these are your ancestors, you know?"

"Huh?"

Shuangshuang, mouth agape, looked up and asked,

"Isn’t Shuangshuang an ancestor?"

"How did you become the ancestor, Shuangshuang?"

Yin Shaohui was amused by Shuangshuang’s remark.

Shuangshuang hurriedly explained,

"Dad always says... oh my little ancestor... isn’t he calling out Shuangshuang? Oh, and brother too."

"Haha! Hahaha!"

The little girl’s earnest manner made Yin Shaohui laugh so much his mouth couldn’t close.

"Grandpa... who is this?"

Prince Huang tiptoed to carefully examine the memorial tablets on the altar...

By age and generation, the older ones were placed further back, and the ones at the front were from Yin Shaohui’s parents, uncles, aunts, and siblings.

Following Prince Huang’s pointing finger, Yin Shaohui’s gaze paused...

"He... he doesn’t have the surname Yin!"

It shows how Prince Huang is somewhat different from other children.

Ordinary children, like Shuangshuang, would hardly care about the names on the memorial tablets, let alone notice that one is different from the others.

Though children might recognize few words... Prince Huang wouldn’t mistake the character "Yin."

Yin Shaohui looked at the memorial tablet Prince Huang was pointing to, which distinctly bore the name "Jiang Shengling."

This was the biological father of Yin Shiqing.

Prince Huang blinked his large eyes at Yin Shaohui, waiting for Grandpa’s answer, but Grandpa was lost in thought, staring at the tablet without responding for a long time.

"Grandpa..."

Prince Huang tugged at Yin Shaohui’s sleeve, his lips pouting.

Yin Shaohui quickly picked up Prince Huang; the cane rested to one side,

"My good grandson, this person... was Grandpa’s best friend when he was young!"

Prince Huang raised his eyebrows, listening.

While Yin Shaohui’s legs were not nimble, carrying a child made his pace as slow as a tortoise.

Yet, this elderly figure continued to shuffle slowly onward.

"Best friend?"

"Yes, best friend."

"Grandpa, what is a best friend?"

Prince Huang asked again.

Yin Shaohui thought for a moment and said,

"It means... if there’s only one piece of candy, that person would think of sharing half with you..."

"How could there only be one piece of candy?"

"Haha..."

Prince Huang’s focus shifted abruptly.

While Yin Shaohui laughed, his heart... was bleeding.

How could there... be only one piece of candy?

Because back then, it really wasn’t like now...

Because of regulations, because of constraints, because of many reasons that made one helpless...

So there was only one piece of candy.

"That person shared the candy with Grandpa, huh?"

After Yin Shaohui had laughed heartily, Prince Huang asked again.

He nodded,

"It can be considered... shared..."

Jiang Shengling wanted to split the candy in half, one piece for each.

That person who, until their death, still naively believed the class struggle would end... until their death may never have believed that piece of candy could never truly be divided equally into two...