One afternoon when grandma left briefly, grandpa quietly closed his eyes.
When she came back, she called him by name but didn't wake him up.
Grandpa entered the operating room again.
After a long wait, the door of the operating room opened.
"It's been a few days," the doctor who came out said: "Just watch him, it's okay to wake up."
Niuniu's mother pinched her grandma's hand, her eyes trembled.
"what do you mean......"
"Well, it's possible that you won't be able to wake up, so prepare yourself mentally."
After being pushed out of the operating room, grandpa has been in a coma.
Niuniu also came to the hospital and talked to her grandpa to encourage him.
When the child stared at the old man on the hospital bed for a long time, he suddenly felt strange to him.
The grandfather in the memory is still the same as he was a year ago, with a straight face, and he quarreled with her in the yard. Grandma made him smile and lifted the corner of his mouth with her hand. He turned his head and bit his grandmother's finger, she told him to pat him, but he refused to let go.
Today's grandpa, with a pale yellow face, is wearing a ventilator.
The dense tubes on his body are connected to an instrument on the side of the bed. They fill his ward and monitor his illness.
Grandma always stayed with grandpa.
She sat on the stool next to his bed and slowly knitted him a sweater for the winter.
Look at him from time to time, then lower her head, she knits and knits.
Knitting is boring, look at him again.
Niuniu sighed, walked away from the hospital bed, turned around and squatted beside her grandma, looking up at her.
"Grandma, do you think grandpa can hear us?"
"I do not know."
Grandma didn't stop working, and the grandpa who was lying quietly slanted his eyes: "He may not hear, or he may ignore us."
She should have been the most anxious person. On the day she sent her grandpa to the hospital, Niuniu saw her tears. Now, everyone in the family looks sad and worried about grandpa's condition. Grandma has become the calmest one.
"Grandma."
"Ok?"
"I want to finish listening to Jiang Mingzhen's story."
...
He Yu heard Jiang Mingzhen's voice.
She is telling their little granddaughter the unfinished story.
He couldn't see them, and walked alone in the empty darkness.
He didn't think about where he was going, just walked, walked.
His breathing was heavy, and his feet were deep.
"Grandma, is Jiang Xiaozhen really going to give up He Yu?"
"Yes."
He Yu suddenly remembered what moment was this part of her story. So he saw his surroundings clearly, the night when the senior year graduation party ended.
It was late at night.
Young Jiang Xiaozhen stepped on high heels and left the university hall.
The elderly He Yu subconsciously turned the wheelchair beside him. This action made him realize that his body was standing on his feet.
So he chased Jiang Xiaozhen.
Jiang Xiaozhen walked so fast. He Yu was already too old, and started panting after two steps.
He tried to call her.
She didn't look back.
Do you want to chase? Otherwise, stop chasing it.
He Yu's heart hurt suddenly.
This feeling of loss of power is so familiar.
The journey of growth, the goodbye after separation, and the alienation again after the familiarity. He stared at Jiang Xiaozhen's back countless times and asked in his heart: Jiang Xiaozhen, what are you thinking about?
What are you thinking?
Call him a puppy, but when he painted "My Friend", he drew him sitting on the sweet potato mountain.
The family has fallen, but she still carries the princess as she did in childhood.
No one cared about her position as a health committee member, but she took it seriously, fulfilled her duties, and proudly stood on the rostrum to lead the pennant.
Why are you crying?
She looks like no one can bully her, and she hasn't been defeated. Why are you crying?
It is clear that her life is getting better, and she is getting better and better, why did she lose her courage and start to shrink?
I clearly said I loved him, and I clearly wanted him to wait. Why did you give up?
He Yu didn't understand.
He stared at Jiang Xiaozhen's back countless times, feeling blankly lost.
She really wants to leave, really, is she going to abandon him?
He Yu, who was behind Jiang Xiaozhen, stopped and looked at the distant figure with her sagging shoulders. Jiang Mingzhen's old voice rang in his ears.
She took a deep breath, her voice sounded tired.
Like a person on the ice and snow, pulling a bag of cement that cannot be moved.
For a moment, he was as magical as he could see her inside.
"Jiang Xiaozhen gave up liking He Yu."
"After she gave up, she re-examined her life and saw a senseless emptiness."
"For the school he came to, he had been in a hard-selected major for two years, which was not of interest to her at all."
"In order to be able to match him, I desperately to become beautiful, to cater to people's aesthetics, to care about the eyes of others, and to be pushed into a deeper abyss by inferiority."
"It's all messed up, she thought."
He Yu clearly saw the direction Jiang Xiaozhen was heading.
She walked up the stairs of the teaching building layer by layer.
She is going to the top floor.