This is the village of memory.

A small car moved smoothly on the country road, the wind blowing the wheat waves like soft long hair, and the earthen wall was crawling with weeds with long vines and purple flowers.

Yuan Jia rolled down the window and looked at the scenery outside the window, and also looked at the old house at the other end from a distance.

He grew up here.

Like the children in the village, he also rolled in the fields, played glass balls in the yard, sometimes made trouble, and was chased and spanked by his grandmother with a bamboo whip.

The old house was the same as I remembered, only older.

Sitting in front of the door looked at the old woman in a daze in the distance, the wind blew the old wooden door behind her with white double happiness, making a squeaky sound, she was Yuanjia's grandmother.

The grandmother, emaciated and emaciated, sat at the door and waited for him when she knew he was back, and the sun fell on her through the dappled leaves of the old poplar tree, and she seemed to merge with the fallen leaves on the ground.

Grandma's memory is poor, but she can clearly recognize Yuanjia's car, until the car drives into the village and onto the path leading to the house, she sees it.

So there seemed to be a flash of brilliance in those eyes that had buried the traces of time, and she held on to the wooden door where the red paint had fallen off, and got up with difficulty, and gradually unfolded a smile on that face like dead tree bark, from her forehead to her eyes to the corners of her mouth.

Yuanjia took his wife and children out of the car and took out a lot of things, and his wife brought them into the house, while the children splashed in the yard like he had done when he was a child.

He walked over to help his grandmother, and he could feel the thinness and trembling of her arms, and Yuanjia was a little distressed.

He is thirty-one years old this year, and his grandmother is eighty-seven years old.

"I'm back......"

"Grandma. ”

Yuan Jia had to speak loudly, otherwise she couldn't hear clearly, even if she didn't hear what Yuan Jia was saying at all many times, she kept laughing.

"Go into the house, come back to the traffic jam, it's almost noon, the sun is ......"

"Good, good ......"

Back in the house, Yuan Yuan and Yang Hemei were preparing meals, they retired after their son got married, the old man was reluctant to leave the old house to live outside, and the couple simply returned to their hometown to take care of her.

Yuanjia comes back every week to see, no matter how busy he is with work, he loves this land where he grew up, and the half-cut grandmother in front of him.

......

There are two things that cannot be avoided in the world, sadness and farewell.

Yuanjia didn't know when the goodbye would come, he could only cherish the time he spent together.

Grandpa died early, and Grandma guarded the old house by herself, and her roots were here, and if her children could come back to see her often, it would be enough to make her happy like a child.

Grandma is a northern girl, and she often holds Yuanjia's hand and tells him about the north.

Whenever this happens, a picture will come to Yuanjia's mind, he seems to be able to see his young grandmother, a beautiful girl in a floral shirt, wheat-colored skin is healthy and vibrant, she walks on the wheat field with a hoe on her back, the wind blows the wheat waves, and also blows the hair on her forehead, revealing a delicate hairpin.

This is a hairpin given to her by her grandfather, but the young girl didn't expect that she would leave the north where she grew up all the way because of a hairpin, follow her grandfather to the south, have her own family, and work hard for it all her life.

The hairpin was still there, hidden in a dressing box in her room.

She would often open the dressing box and look at the delicate objects inside, but time had not only left marks on her face, but also rust stains on them.

There is still a black-and-white photo of the same period of many years ago on the dresser, which has long been blurred, it is a group photo of grandma and grandfather, like people of that era, the photo is accompanied by a sense of ritual, and the restrained hands of the two have nowhere to be placed, looking at the precious image left by the camera.

Grandma picked up the hairpin, the copper gold hairpin faintly reflecting her old face.

She seemed to be talking to Yuan Jia beside her, and she seemed to be talking to herself.

"When I die, I want to go back and see your grandfather again......"

Yuan Jia's eyes were red, holding her thin hand, gently took off the hairpin and put it back in the dresser.

"Grandma, you're talking nonsense again......"

......

The old man can really feel his own death.

Work is still busy, Yuan Jia is always worried about his heart, his grandfather died early, he was not impressed, and his grandmother accompanied him throughout his childhood.

One night six months later, he received a call from his father.

Grandma was critically ill and hospitalized, and Yuan Jia rushed back to his hometown overnight, and the red light on the hospital signboard was a little dazzling, like a nail firmly piercing his heart.

"I'm fine......"

Grandma came to comfort him, opened her mouth with difficulty, and said, "Go back to work...... There's a big family behind you......"

The children who used to play under her knees have also become married, and she has no sadness, only relief.

"Grandma'......"

Yuan Jia listened to her words, and he could still hold back his emotions.

But when he saw her dove-shaped face and held her cold and thin palm with hanging water, a kind of unexplained sadness immediately swept over his body and mind, and he seemed to have turned back into the wronged child of his childhood, and he fell beside her bedside and cried without a trace.

On this day, Yuan Jia could feel that this might be the last time he and his grandmother got along.

He put down all his work and waited at the bedside for a week, feeding her and drinking as she had done before, but she could no longer eat many things.

The home remedies and small medicines that he used to disdain, Yuan Jia was looking for them like crazy, what if they were useful......

The peculiar smell of disinfectant water in the ward, which smelled like ashes from the burning past, stinged his lungs, and Yuan Jia had never felt so uncomfortable.

"When I die, I want to go back and see your grandfather again......"

Grandma said this again, like a candle about to burn out, sometimes she opened her mouth, but she couldn't say anything, just opened her eyes with difficulty and looked at her son and grandson by the bed.

Yuan Jia could see her weak soul, and he panicked to hold on to her, but through her cloudy eyes, he saw the far north, and the figure that had brought her to the south.

......

Grandma is gone, back to her north.

The great grief made Yuan Jia unable to get out, and often in the process of going to work, remembering her appearance, remembering the last bit of residual warmth in his hand, he ran out of the office, ran to the dim stairwell where no one was around, and squatted down against the wall to cry.

She should have lived well in another world, with wheat fields, magpies, dragonflies, and young men waving at her at the edge of the field.

From time to time, Yuanjia would also see her in her dreams, talking to her, talking about the reluctance and longing in her heart.

It's like a stubborn teenager fighting a trapped beast.

This state lasted for half a year, until he didn't avoid it.

He chose to remember this grief forever because the people he missed were among them.

Thoughts.

Yuan Jia understands that the deceased can no longer have it, except for the sound and smile in his memories, he can't even touch her again.

If......

If you can hold her hand every time you get together and say goodbye, look at her more, talk to her more, listen carefully, and feel a little more, you can have this warm moment more.

"I used to be loved by you, and I loved you deeply, and I don't know how far you have to go to see me in my dreams......"

"Grandma, thank you for the days with you. ”

"I love this time dearly, and I accept everything, including sadness. ”

......

The dream shattered and turned into a cold light.

The early morning sun shone into the room, and Yuan Jia stared at the ceiling with his eyes open, his face still with clear tear stains, and his pillow was wet.

【End of Emotional Experience Course】

【Full score for course grading】

【Negative emotions are being eliminated for you......】

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(It's a dream, don't substitute for Yuanjia's reality, Yuanjia's grandparents are fine, I hope everyone can cherish the time they spend with their loved ones~)