Hearing this bad news, Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue were stunned.
Over the years, they had clearly seen how good Third Grandpa Lu had been to Xibao. Naturally, they felt very sad now.
Feng Qingxue wiped the corner of her eye. "Did Third Grandpa Lu leave any last words?"
"No words for you all. He passed very suddenly and peacefully, after having lunch and taking a nap. But a few days before his death, he called Xibao over. It seems he left something for him," Cheng Baoguo said, though he didn't ask and didn't know what it was. "The night Old Master Lu passed away, the old lady followed him soon after."
"To hold hands and grow old together" — perhaps that was the perfect description for them.
Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue acknowledged the situation, their expressions sorrowful. Since both of them worked outside and couldn't get away, they wouldn't be able to attend the funeral. Given the constraints of the times, the funeral likely wouldn't be lavishly conducted, either.
