Momo's Gradual Change

C43. Dust Settles.

Chapter 43: Dust Settles

After half a month away from home, the grandmother and granddaughter finally returned to their most familiar place.

Miao Jun came over to carry Grandma Song upstairs, but she waved her hand, "I can climb these stairs myself. I've been lying in bed for so long, my bones will rust if I don't walk around."

Song Yimo supported her as they walked, saying to Miao's parents, "Could you please bring the things up here for us?"

He Yi was taking things out of the trunk, not even bothering to look up as she said, "Don't worry, take care of Auntie."

People from upstairs and downstairs came out to greet them, and Grandmother Miao, who had come early to prepare, also came out.

They were all old neighbors, and there was often a sense of community in this old neighborhood that truly embodied the saying "Better a nearby neighbor than a distant relative."

Grandma Song, who had lost weight, smiled and greeted everyone warmly, and if there was nothing urgent in her hands, she chatted with the neighbors while following them into the house.

The house was very clean, as Miao's Mom and grandmother had come over yesterday to tidy up. The hot water was ready, the teacups were cleaned, and the kitchen looked like it had undergone a thorough cleaning.

Song Yimo silently thanked them and quickly brewed tea. She wasn't sure if there were any peanuts or melon seeds left in the house, but there was certainly no shortage of fruit.

With the news of Grandma's return spreading, there would surely be many more visitors coming to see her. It was customary in their hometown to give a red envelope when visiting the sick, as a token of goodwill. The amount typically ranged from fifty to one hundred, and visitors were always welcomed warmly. They couldn't afford to be negligent.

As she calculated in her mind, her hands were not idle. She handed out cups of tea to the neighbors, while also helping organize the items brought in by He Yi at the door, moving quickly and lightly.

Grandma Zhu downstairs sighed, "With a granddaughter like Yimo, Chunxiang, you've turned things around."

"That's right, compared to Yimo, our family is simply unbearable."

Word of their deplorable conduct in the hospital spread through Grandma Miao, painting a vivid picture of their transgressions.

The community couldn't help but empathize with Grandma Song, whose maternal heart must have endured immeasurable anguish raising such unruly offspring. Yi Mo's plight was equally sorrowful, caught in the crossfire of parental dysfunction.

To bear witness to such familial discord was a heavy burden for anyone, a stark reminder of the complexities and challenges that can arise within even the most intimate of bonds.

If they have any bad intentions again in the future, these old neighbors, despite their age, will roll up their sleeves and join in.

Miao Jun didn't agree with what He Yi was doing to tarnish Song Zhi and Song Yi's reputation, as it would not benefit Yimo if their reputation was ruined. However, He Yi was determined to do so, willing to play the role of the villain as long as it ensured Yimo's peace and safety.

As Song Yimo had expected, the elderly residents of the neighborhood gradually arrived, filling up the two-bedroom apartment. The early visitors made way for others and left first.

After a bustling period, the Song household finally returned to peace and quiet.

It was only now that the Miao family members who had been helping with the guests found a place to sit. There were still plenty of fruits left, and they didn't hesitate to help themselves.