About to Land

"Your grandfather wants to see me?" Hearing this, Su Yang looked completely bewildered.

What was going on?

"Yes, hurry up." Zhuang Mengli walked up to Su Yang and grabbed his hand.

"No, wait, who is your grandfather? Does he even know me?"

"Of course he does, otherwise why would he want to see you."

"Damn? Why don't I remember knowing an old man... no, I should say elder, how do I address your grandfather?"

"Zhuang Changyun. Ugh, stop rambling, he's really dying!!" Zhuang Mengli said urgently.

Seeing this, Su Yang quickly adjusted back to a serious state: "Alright, alright, let's go."

"Okay, this way." Zhuang Mengli kept holding Su Yang's hand.

The two quickly arrived at the elevator. She reached out and pressed the button, and the doors opened.

"Which floor?"

"Fourth floor."

As they spoke, the elevator doors closed, and they reached the fourth floor in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, Su Yang felt an inexplicable trace of nervousness. It was mainly because everything happened so suddenly; he had been sitting perfectly fine when suddenly he was told that an old man named Zhuang Changyun wanted to see him.

Su Yang kept recalling all the elderly men he had known since childhood. Apart from his paternal and maternal grandfathers, he didn't seem to know an old man named Zhuang Changyun.

While he was still thinking, the elevator doors opened, and Zhuang Mengli pulled Su Yang out at a brisk pace.

Outside was a long corridor. After passing through the corridor, turning right, and walking forward for about ten meters, Su Yang saw a bedroom door.

The door was slightly ajar at this moment, and voices could be heard from inside.

"Elder Guan, is there really nothing else you can do?"

"Sigh..." Guan Tianya let out a long sigh and shook his head, "I am truly powerless against Old Zhuang's illness..."

After hearing the conversation inside, Su Yang could pretty much guess what was going on.

The two quickly reached the bedroom door. Zhuang Mengli pushed the door open and pulled Su Yang inside.

As soon as they entered the room, the others immediately turned to look, especially Zhuang Yong and Old Liu, who both stared at Su Yang.

With no time to explain, Zhuang Mengli pulled Su Yang quickly to the bedside.

Zhuang Yong, Old Liu, and Guan Tianya silently took two steps back.

Su Yang ignored the three of them. He looked down at the person on the bed and saw an old man with a head full of white hair, a face covered in wrinkles, and almost no color in his cheeks.

This old man was precisely Zhuang Yong's father, Zhuang Mengli's grandfather, Zhuang Changyun. At this moment, his eyes were half-closed, and he looked incredibly weak, as if he were about to pass away at any moment.

While Su Yang was still observing, Zhuang Mengli let go of his hand, sat on the edge of the bed, and leaned over, saying, "Grandpa, Su Yang is here."

Hearing the voice, Zhuang Changyun slowly opened his eyes. As soon as he opened them, he saw a handsome young man standing by the bed.

"Uh... Grandpa... Grandpa Zhuang, do you know me?" Su Yang took the initiative to ask.

Zhuang Changyun stared at the boy in front of him, looked closely, and then raised his right hand with slight excitement.

Although Su Yang's face was full of question marks, he still stepped forward, squatted by the bed, and reached out to hold Zhuang Changyun's aged hand.

"That's right, you are Little Su." Even though Zhuang Changyun was close to death's door, he could still speak clearly.

"...Uh, Elder Zhuang, how do you know me?"

"Phew~" Zhuang Changyun sighed and said, "You don't remember me?"

"I... I'm sorry, I really have no recollection."

"It's fine... it's fine. I am actually your grandfather's friend and comrade-in-arms."

"Ah?" Hearing this, Su Yang scratched his head. Grandfather's friend?

He subconsciously thought to himself: 'My grandfather used to be a soldier... If that's the case, it makes sense that this old man knows me. He probably saw me when I was little.'

'Maybe when I was three or four, or some other time. I was too young back then, so it's normal not to remember after so many years. But there's a problem: if he is merely my grandfather's friend or comrade-in-arms, why is it so necessary for him to see me?'

While he was pondering, Zhuang Changyun continued, "Sigh, hehe, you were still young when I saw you back then, so it's normal that you don't remember. That year, because of certain matters, I took Mengmeng on a trip to Yangcheng, and we stayed at your grandfather's house."

"We stayed at your grandfather's place for about a month. That was when you and Mengmeng met, but you were both still young. Let me think, it was probably when you were around three or four years old."

"During that time, the two of you played together every day. Your grandfather and I saw that you got along so well, so we hit it off and arranged a childhood marriage for the two of you..."

"Childhood... what??"

Everything had been quite normal, but the tone suddenly changed.

Hearing this, Su Yang's eyes widened in complete shock, and even Zhuang Yong and Old Liu behind him were stunned.

Zhuang Yong had heard his dad mention this in passing before, but he thought it was just a joke and never took it seriously.

Ignoring them, Zhuang Changyun looked at the ceiling and continued recounting, "Sigh, however, these were just Old Su's and my ideas. After all, it's no longer the old society, and you and Mengmeng haven't seen each other since then. So whether it ultimately works out or not depends on you young people's wishes."

"I wanted to see you partly because of this matter, but mostly because I owe your grandfather too much. A lot of things happened when we were young. He saved my life more than once, and even took a bullet for me. If it weren't for him, I probably wouldn't be in this world anymore."

"When he passed away, my illness was quite severe, so I couldn't go to see him off for the last time."

"Sigh..." Zhuang Changyun sighed at this point, "So, for various reasons, I wanted to see his grandson one more time before I die, which is you."

Hearing this, Su Yang roughly understood the whole story.

Having said so much in one breath, Zhuang Changyun was a bit exhausted, but it seemed he hadn't finished speaking yet.

After resting for about ten seconds, he tilted his head to look at Zhuang Yong standing behind Su Yang and said, "Dayong, come here."

Hearing the call, Zhuang Yong immediately walked to the bedside and sat down, "Dad, go ahead."

"You've heard what I just said. You should understand what I mean, right?"

Zhuang Yong naturally knew what his dad meant. He said, "I understand."

"That's good. From now on, take good care of Little Su and his family. I was able to live until now and we have our Zhuang family all because of his grandfather. So before I die, I must look after his descendants."

"Dad, I understand all of this! Stop talking now and get some rest," Zhuang Yong said caringly, holding Zhuang Changyun's hand.

"Sigh, I know my own body. My time is up. I am now like a kite with a broken string, about to fall to the ground."

Hearing this, Zhuang Mengli, who was standing to the side, couldn't hold back her tears. She leaned forward, hugged Zhuang Changyun, and cried out, "Grandpa!! No, you'll be fine!! I won't allow anything to happen to you!"

"Mengmeng, it's okay. Everyone dies eventually! Partings and death are something everyone has to go through. It's alright."

"No!! Please, no!!" Zhuang Mengli cried bitterly, burying her face against Zhuang Changyun's chest.

"Elder Guan, please... you have to help us!" Zhuang Yong turned and pleaded with Guan Tianya, who was sitting a short distance away, resting with his eyes closed.

Guan Tianya slowly opened his eyes and gave a slight shake of his head. "If there was anything I could do, I would do everything in my power to save Old Zhuang without you even having to ask."

"He isn't just your father; he's also a dear friend of mine. But my medical skills are simply lacking. His condition is too deep-rooted, mostly a culmination of old ailments that have built up over the years. I am truly powerless to help."