Chapter 743 743. Why Don’t Good People Live Long, but Disasters Last for Thousands of Years?

It caused his mother to go insane, and now she has killed grandma.

Why do good people not live long, but disasters last for thousands of years?

Huo Zhenning covered his face with his hands, sobs kept coming out of his throat, and he was as fragile as a child.

Lu Chaoyang couldn't bear to tilt his head, but he couldn't persuade Huo Yunting.

Although she didn't understand the situation at that time, she guessed that it was almost the same.

Putting herself in his shoes, if it were her, she wouldn't be able to forgive him easily.

She understood how much the old lady loved Huo Yunting, and how much he loved and respected her.

Huo Yunting was definitely the most painful one when the old lady passed away.

All comfort was too pale. Lu Chaoyang said nothing and only stayed by his side silently.

Three days later.

Mrs. Huo was buried in the ancestral grave of the Huo family.

Many people came that day. After the funeral, the crowd dispersed and left one by one.

Huo Yunting still stood alone in front of the tombstone, looking at the photo of the old lady on it. Her delicate face was pale and bloodless, and her bloodshot eyes seemed to have no focus, so calm that they were almost dull.

Lu Chaoyang came over and stood beside him.

Huo Yunting didn't seem to notice his arrival. Grandma's voice and smile appeared in his mind, and his vision suddenly became blurry.

In a daze, he seemed to see her smiling in the photo, and from a distance, he seemed to be calling.

"Yunting."

"Grandma, I'm here."

He answered subconsciously.

"..."

Lu Chaoyang was startled, tears welled up in his eyes, and he couldn't help but bury his face in his hands.

The glimmer of light in Huo Yunting's eyes went out, his lower lip twitched, and he shook his head mockingly.

He forgot.

Grandma is no longer here.

The two of them didn't know how long they stayed. It wasn't until dusk fell that Huo Yunting dragged his tired body back to the old house.

He stayed alone in the study all night.

When he came out the next day, he had regained his composure. After calling Huo Li and Lu Chaoyang, he set off back to Jingshi and plunged into the company.

In the evening, the little guy came back from school but did not see a familiar figure. He asked curiously, "Yangyang, where is daddy?"

He blinked his big watery eyes and looked up at Lu Chaoyang.

"Your father..." Lu Chaoyang didn't know what to say, "My great-grandmother passed away and he was in a bad mood."

The little guy tilted his head, "Does passing mean sleeping in the dirt and never being able to eat or drink again? Grandma is so pitiful."

He was too young to fully understand what death meant.

"..."

His cute words couldn't amuse Lu Chaoyang. After rubbing his soft hair, she suddenly thought of the man in the study who hadn't eaten all day and couldn't help but feel worried.

"Xuxu, I'm going to the kitchen to make something. You can bring it to dad later. If he says he doesn't want to eat it, you have to find a way to make him eat it, okay?"

She brought food to Huo Yunting when she was at work, but he either barely tasted a few bites, or refused to say he was hungry. She really didn't know how to persuade him, so she had to pin her hopes on her son.

"Okay, but don't forget Yangyang, I'm hungry~"

"no problem."

Lu Chaoyang made a simple omelette rice, paired with a portion of seafood soup, and personally brought it to the door of the study before handing it to the little guy.

"Hold on tight."

"Okay!"

Lu Chaoyang knocked on the door three times, heard footsteps inside, and immediately hid in the dark.

Huo Yunting opened the door and looked at the little boy standing outside the door, with a look of surprise on his calm face.

The little one raised the tray in his hand at the right time.

"Dad, let's eat~"