Chapter 765 - 239: Unfilial

But since then, Jiang Changshou indeed never touched Alchemy again and never spoke of Cultivation Immortality.

The life of the family of three gradually returned to normal afterwards.

Nowadays, this once dilapidated Alchemy Room has actually been renovated, not as simple and embarrassing as before. Of course, compared to the other houses in this alley, it is still not up to standard.

Upon pushing the door open, a rather unpleasant smell wafted from inside the house.

The room looked like it hadn’t been tidied up for a long time, with cobwebs, dust, and plates of solidified grease on the table.

Then came a heavy and tired cough.

"Who is it?"

He stepped into the room and closed the door.

"It’s me, Mom."

The coughing subsided and after a while, the elderly person on the bed struggled to turn their head for a look.

Her eyes were somewhat cloudy, unclear if she could still see.

But there was no need to see.

Just hearing the voice, the elderly woman trembled as she spoke: "Is it Jiang Si?"

"Yes."

He casually tidied the table, then pulled a stool and sat beside the bed.

"I’ve come back to see you, Mom."

The old woman wanted to sit up, but Jiang Si pressed her down.

Lying on her side, she turned her head and extended a somewhat withered and aged hand to touch him: "It’s really Jiang Si, Jiang Si... My son, why haven’t you grown taller, haven’t you eaten well?"

Jiang Si bowed his head, held her hand, letting her touch his face, "I just never grew up."

"Never grew up, good, never grew up, good."

Murmuring, she touched her son’s face, and soon tears began to flow down the wrinkles at the corner of her eyes, "Mom misses you so much, son."

"Hmm."

"Why don’t you come back to see Mom?"

"I will in the future."

"In the future, in the future, Mom can’t see anymore..."

"You will." Jiang Si said blandly, "You will see."

"Good, good..."

The already confused old woman couldn’t understand his words, merely murmuring in agreement.

She began to say more things in a mumbling tone that Jiang Si could hardly hear, babbling, until her voice gradually faded.

Until it turned into snoring.

The elderly woman didn’t have much strength left, it seemed that merely saying those words had exhausted her.

Once his mother dozed off confusedly, he got up to find a basin outside and boiled some hot water.

Then he cleaned up the mess on the elderly woman’s body and changed the sheets.

The mobility-impaired elderly person looked like she couldn’t get out of bed anymore and couldn’t manage her own excretion.

He recalled when he was a child, after his grandfather passed away, his grandmother stayed at their house.

Back then, his grandmother was old too, sometimes at night if she wasn’t careful, she would wet the bed.

And then in the morning, she didn’t dare get up, she would just cover herself with the blanket, seemingly trying to dry the urine.

At that time, he looked at his grandmother clutching the blanket tightly with an expression of uncertainty and timidity and thought it was incomprehensible.

His mother just laughed as she changed her clothes, sheets, and blankets, saying it’s nothing, we all went through it like this when we were young.

Just repeating the cycle.

After changing the sheets, blankets, and cleaning his mother, she was dressed in new clothes again.

He placed his mother comfortably on the bed, covered her with the quilt, and quietly watched that face, elderly and filled with wrinkles.

Not long ago, he had just recalled seeing his still-young mother in his memories, now she was already so frail.

While his mother slept, he rummaged in the kitchen, found some remaining rice, but the house had no refrigerator, and the vegetables had already spoiled.

So he went out to the shop to get some vegetables and snacks.

There was quite a bit of money from the funeral, he took some when he came out, after all, money was always needed.

Once he prepared the hot porridge, matched with some snacks and pickled mustard, and brought it over, his mother was already awake.

"Son, are you still here?"

"I’m here."

Jiang Si sat back beside her, holding the porridge, blowing on it, "Eat something."

"Mom’s not hungry."

"Eat a little even if you’re not hungry."

"Oh." The old woman obediently opened her mouth like a child, eating the hot porridge fed by her son, "Did you clean the bed? Don’t bother with this..."

"It was convenient."

"The bed was too dirty."

"It was okay."

While eating, the mother began to cry again, "Mom is sorry to you."

"Are you confused?" Jiang Si frowned, "Eat well, sleep well."

"Mom thought, you might not recover, so I had another son, with your brother..."

"Is there a problem?"

"Later you were in the hospital, Lu Ya was always taking care of you, Mom hardly went to see you, always taking care of your brother, and later on, all the focus was on your brother, didn’t even know when you and Lu Ya left the hospital..."

Jiang Si didn’t understand what she was apologizing for, only felt speechless, "Eat your meal."

The mother bowed her head, choking on her words, "Mom just didn’t, take good care of you, so just leave me alone."

As he fed her, he said, "Don’t talk nonsense."

He had plenty of time, not missing this moment.

Taking care of his mother was just a convenient thing for him.

Cleaning, clearing the garbage, washing his mother, listening to her fragmented talks about his brother.

Honestly, Jiang Si wasn’t very interested, but since the elderly loved to talk, he let her.

The next day, Jiang Si went and bought a special toilet for the elderly, making it convenient to use beside the bed.

In between, when money ran a bit short, he went to his brother.

Brought back some money.

This unfamiliar brother, shouting and yelling at him, felt he hadn’t visited their parents while alive and only came to fight over inheritance after they died, not only not helping with Dad’s funeral but came to mess with Dad’s funeral, too.