The old man was holding a black and white photo in his hand. A woman with a ponytail was wearing a loose and ill-fitting earth-style shirt. She was sitting on a chair with a stiff smile, holding a chubby child in her hands.
He had seen this photo at home. It was a photo of his father and grandma when he was a child.
"Changan, if you don't want to see her, we'll go home for dinner." Daonian walked to Shen Changan, "If you want to see her, I'll go with you."
Shen Changan turned to look at Daonian: "Why did you stand up, does your foot hurt?"
"It's not particularly painful."
"It's not particularly painful, it's still painful." Shen Changan supported Daonian's arm, "Lean on me."
Daonian Yiyan leaned forward. If it wasn't for his taller appearance, he would probably have performed a live performance of what a bird is called.
Hades felt that he had no eyes to watch it, and if he watched it further, he would wonder if there was something wrong with the way of heaven.
"When I was a child, my mother didn't have a good relationship with my grandma. My grandma always thought that my mother was too busy with work and couldn't take good care of my father." Shen Changan recalled the more vague clips when he was a child, "My father replied, he is a big man. Take care of my mother, not my mother to take care of him. Because of this, my grandmother lost a lot of temper, and she never lived with my parents after returning to her hometown. "
"Later my parents passed away, and I was sent to my grandmother in the country, who..."
The time at Grandma's house was like a nightmare.
He was forced to drink water with a strange smell by his grandmother, scolded by his grandmother against his father and mother, beaten, starved and punished for kneeling, and was almost killed by his grandmother, just because she thought that his father would come back when he died.
"Go." Shen Changan took a deep breath, his grandmother became the shadow of his childhood, but his father raised him, and for his father's sake, he was willing to go.
Everyone said she was crazy, but the old lady thought she was awake. She remembered that her son might be good, and the most handsome boy in the whole town was her son.
Her son was a special forces soldier, and later became a policeman, wearing a big cap, amazing.
Shaking her hands, she weakly took out a photo of herself and her son from under the pillow, panting desperately.
"You're about to die." A crazy old woman was lying outside the window of her room. "Every day I say that my son is so powerful, but it turns out that I don't die alone. King of cowhide, shameless!"
The old lady widened her eyes and stared angrily at the lunatic outside the window, who said she was bragging
"Liars, liars, there are no liars of future generations." The lunatic clapped his hands and shook his head outside. The doctors and nurses in the mental hospital found him and dragged him back.
The old lady felt that her hearing was very good today. Even though the lunatic had been dragged away, she still heard her scolding herself as a liar who had no descendants, but bragged about having a son.
"I have a son!" She clutched the photo tightly, "My son has won glory for the country!"
Her son is amazing, and the wards she lives in are all single rooms. The doctor said that all her expenses were paid by the state, which was earned by her son.
But…
he died
he died!
The old lady opened her mouth, but found that she could not cry or shed tears.
"No son, no descendant!"
Those lunatics, actually started to sing
"Crazy woman, old liar."
No, no, her son is gone, and she also has descendants.
She also has a... grandson.
"I have descendants." She thought she was shouting angrily, but no one could hear it except her.
She has a grandson named Shen You, who has excellent grades and is the first in the class every time.
The old lady suddenly calmed down, she suddenly remembered that someone once told her that her grandson was an ominous person, and he killed her son.
As long as he was willing to trade his life for his life, her son could survive.
But she tried every means, but couldn't save her son, and Shen You didn't die.
She was suddenly a little scared. If she went underground and her son asked Shen You how he was doing, how should she answer him
Shen You…
Shen You has been taken away.
She hadn't seen him for more than ten years, what should she tell her son? She remembered that her son was very kind to Shen You, and would lie on the ground and let him ride a big horse, and let him sit on his shoulders to watch the fun.
However, she lost her son's son.
"Lonely and widowed old woman, no one cares, no one looks at it, and there is only a coffin board when she dies." Those lunatics outside were still singing, she looked down on them, and they looked down on her.
She was a little angry and didn't bother to bother with these lunatics.
She is the most normal brain in this hospital. Those doctors and nurses are also mentally ill and not sober.
Breathing harder and harder, she clutched the photo in her hand, her son... Why didn't she come to pick her up
The door of the room opened slowly, and she turned her head with difficulty to see, is it her Akang
No, not Akon.
The young man who entered the house was very good-looking, his skin was white and tender, and there were two small dimples on his cheeks, which made people like him at first glance.
It's a pity, such a good child has a problem with his brain and was sent here
The young man got closer and closer, his expression was very strange, the old lady thought, is he here to grab her photo? She trembled and tried to hide the photo under the quilt, but her hand had no strength, and the photo fell to the ground along her fingers.
"My Photos… "
Don't steal her photo!
Don't steal her photo!
Shen Changan looked at the photo that had fallen on his shoe, and bent over to pick it up and put it in the palm of the old lady's hand. I haven't seen each other for more than ten years. The old man is much older and withered than he remembers. Her whole person seems to be withered, and the mixed voice is filled with death.
The way she looked at him was unfamiliar.
He thought that the way he looked at him was probably so unfamiliar.
The room was quiet, and he didn't know what to say to an old man who had abused him for two years.
"I have… "
The old lady kept talking about something, and Shen Changan listened carefully for a long time before she heard that she was saying "she has descendants".
There was a disinfectant smell of potassium permanganate in the room, as well as the unpleasant smell of old people. He looked up at the white but now yellowed ceiling, waiting for the moment of her death.
At this moment, his heart is very quiet, there is no resentment, no blame, and of course no sadness.
He even began to think, would Daonian be bored and cold waiting for him outside the yard
Time passed by, Shen Changan looked down at the time, turned to look at the old man on the bed again, and the old man also looked up at him, her eyes brightened, as if she had returned to her youth.
"It's a pity," she said to him. "How could you be sent to this place when you are so young?"
"I'll come to see you." Shen Changan looked at her and replied, "Let's go after reading it."
"You don't know me, why did you come to see me?" The old lady smiled, "You are seriously ill."
Shen Changan looked at her and did not speak.
"I'm dying." She sat up, straightened her messy hair, and wanted to go to the narrator's couch and sit down.
Shen Changan stretched out his hand to help her, the old lady's hand was very cold. He remembered that there was a saying in her hometown that when the old man died, he should not lie in bed, or he would carry the bed on his back and live a hard life in the next life.
In just a few short steps, the old lady seemed to have exhausted all her strength, and her bright eyes gradually dimmed.
"Young man, you are not my relative. It is unlucky to be next to a dead person. Go out." The old lady touched the photo on her chest, "I, I am going to find my son."
Shen Changan didn't understand why she could be so kind to a stranger, but so ruthless and cruel to him when he was young
"I have a grandson who is about the same age as you." The old lady closed her eyes, her voice getting lower and lower, "Later, someone told me that as long as he is willing to exchange his life for another life, my son can come back. But later, my son didn't come back, and I lost him too. Do you think my son will forgive me?"
Shen Changan's lips moved, but he didn't speak.
He felt that the old man on the reclining chair had lost his breath.
She is dead.
Soul light flew out of her chest, lingering around the photo on her chest.
"I don't know if he will forgive you." Shen Changan looked at Hunguang, "You should go, don't leave behind the world."
Under the flickering soul light, he flew out of the window. Shen Changan looked at the rocking chair that was shaking slightly, and the old man with his eyes closed, and pressed the call bell on the wall.
"Mr. Shen, my condolences." Half a minute later, the doctors and nurses walked into the house. They skillfully carried the old man onto a stretcher and covered her body with a white cloth.
Shen Changan shook his head, took out a white flower on his body, and put it on the white cloth covering the body: "Goodbye."
The doctors and nurses know the family situation of each patient very well. Naturally, they also know that the old lady in this room. Her son is a great martyr, but after her son died, the old lady went crazy and abused her grandson at home, and said As long as the grandson dies, the son can come back and so on.
Over the years, the grandson of the old lady has never been seen. I didn't expect her grandson to come out to meet her before she died.
Looking at the small white flowers on the corpse, the doctors and nurses sighed in their hearts. In this lifetime, the madness is over.
All love, hatred, grudges, and entanglements become clouds of smoke in the face of death.
Shen Changan walked out of the room and saw that Daonian and King Yan were still waiting for him. He walked to Daonian's side and said calmly: "Let's go back, the food cooked by Uncle Zhao is getting cold."
"Okay." Dao Young patted Chang An's shoulder a few times.
Yan Wang waved his hand to remove all traces of their presence, and took the two of them from the mental hospital in the imperial capital to the gate of Daonian's house.
Looking at the familiar gate, Shen Changan turned around to thank the King of Hell, and found that the King of Hell had left at an unknown time.
"Sir, Chang'an, are you back?" Yu Lei, who was guarding the door, saw the two of them, turned and shouted into the house, "Old Zhao, prepare to bring the dishes to the table, Mr. and Chang'an are back."
Shen Changan walked through the garden with Daonian, and the workers who were tidying up the garden greeted him with a smile. When they entered the villa door, Liu Mao and Shen Tu also came over with a smile.
They seem to already know that grandma Shen Changan has passed away, so they are all trying to make Shen Changan happy.
"You guys..." Shen Changan took a deep breath, raised his head and looked at everyone, "Is there any idea that Daonian can walk normally?"
In just three or four hours, even if they knew that Dao Nian's legs had recovered, they shouldn't even look at Dao Nian's legs.
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