Things are always so impermanent, tomorrow or accidents, you never know which one will come first.

The word "hey" dad has never been able to be called, in his previous life, he often called his mother, and rarely called his father, because in Yang Yunruo's impression. Father, majestic, unsmiling, is a sour, an old stubborn and an old antique.

"Your grandmother was in a car accident, and just now, she was hit on the road in front of your second brother's house. Come back. Father's voice was a little low and a little vicissitudes.

In an instant, Yang Yunruo's heart seemed to be suffocated in a big drum and was violently slammed. The father's voice merged with the previous life, this is his father, the father of this life.

There is also a grandmother, who is leaning on her body, shortened by time like the back of a teenager, the carving knife of the years carves a mottled face on her face, and a small piece of indelible cowhide on her face, snow-white hair, and a cloth hat that cannot be taken off regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

"How's grandma?" Yang Yunruo could hear his voice tremble a little.

"On the way to the hospital, I didn't save it," said his father, and Yang Yunruo could feel his father's sadness.

"I'll be right back," Yang Yunruo said.

Hang up. Yang Yunruo bought tickets online, but the earliest tickets were all trains at 3 o'clock in the morning, and plane tickets were only available at 10 o'clock at noon tomorrow, and there were no riding tickets. Can you take a taxi? But Yang Yunruo searched and found that the speed of taking a taxi was not as good as the train in the early morning. There has never been a time like this moment to scratch your heart and lungs, fidget, and get endlessly irritable. Even when I went to the toilet, I slammed the door shut.

"Yang Yunruo, what's wrong with you" Zhao Ying'er opened the door and asked.

"It's nothing" Yang Yunruo returned to his room in annoyance and slammed the door shut, leaving Zhao Ying'er with an inexplicable look outside the door.

I still remember when I was a child, my parents who were going to do farm work left him at home, it was my grandmother, who led him from the east end of the village to the west end of the village, and took him to pick plums to eat.

He climbed up like a monkey and picked off the yellow loquat trees on the branches, and his grandmother kept shouting: "Don't pick this kind of half-green and immature, you have to pick up the yellow ones, and the yellow ones are delicious."

Go pick peaches, the peach tree by the stream is too old and too tall, every time I wait for the ripeness to pick, five out of ten peaches on it are bad, grandma always comforts him, there will be next year.

There are also oranges and navel oranges grown by the uncle's family, when they are slightly yellowed, grandma will pick a few and bring them to Yang Yunruo to eat, because of this, grandma was not scolded by the eldest aunt, but she still happily handed it to Yang Yunruo, and just lowered her head and was silent about the insults of the eldest aunt.

I still remember taking a nap when I was a child, and my stinky temper was incomparably bad, and I couldn't sleep as long as there was the slightest sound outside the house. When it was time for her to take a nap, her grandmother always drove away the women and children who were chatting around her house, and provoked many women to scold her for being old and immortal.

Every time he got into trouble, my father held a bamboo branch, a soft and elastic bamboo branch, and he could draw out blood marks in three strokes and two strokes. It was the grandmother who hugged the crying Yang Yunruo, had sleeves to wipe Yang Yunruo's tears and snot, took out the snacks and milk that her aunts bought for her from the cabinet to comfort Yang Yunruo, and remembered the big snot bubble she laughed at, and was laughed at by her brothers and sisters for many years.

When I went to junior high school in the town, it was still dark, and my grandmother got up to cook noodles for him, and put two eggs in them. Grandma told him that when he went to school outside, he had to work hard, and the noodles were one, and the two eggs were two zeros, which added up to 100 points. Later, Yang Yunruo told her grandmother that the current test papers are all one hundred and two, and her grandmother made two side dishes, and then said that when she went to high school, the test paper was one hundred and fifteen, and her grandmother made him a table of delicious food.

One day on the muddy loess road, the gray and unlit sky, I and my father each rode a bicycle, and the father carried a wooden box and quilt made by his father on the back of the bicycle, and he carried a bag of rice to the school to exchange for food stamps. Grandma waved her hand behind her, and the image seemed to be frozen forever.

Yang Yunruo, who failed the first college entrance examination, stayed at home all summer vacation, at that time, his parents had been working outside all the year round, and there were almost no young people or prime of life in the village, only some elderly people, and a few children, because many children had become little migratory birds, and they went to the place where their parents worked to gain knowledge. Grandma took the eldest brother and the second brother's children, as well as herself, to do laundry and cook.

Once Yang Yunruo changed out of a short shirt that he liked very much, and grandma took it to the creek to wash it as always, and when she came back, Yang Yunruo said: "I forgot that your clothes were buttoned, and I found out a few times with a laundry hammer that grandma washed it for you." For the first time, Yang Yunruo was angry with her grandmother, and her grandmother said: "Grandson, don't blame grandma for being good, grandma is old and has a bad memory." That was the first time, Yang Yunruo felt that her grandmother was old, she was really old.

After college, I rarely go home, and I only go back for a few days throughout the year, and in a few days, I see each other in a hurry, and every time my grandmother wants to stop talking, I have already embarked on the journey home.

Grandma, no matter in her past or present life, is his grandmother Yang Yunruo. Thinking about it, Yang Yunruo couldn't help but shed tears.

Yang Yunruo picked up the guitar and recorded on his mobile phone:

You say you love lilacs the most

Because your name is her

What a melancholy flower

Sentimental people

When the flowers wither

When the picture freezes

What a delicate flower

But he can't hide from the wind and rain

A life of floating, shaking, and shaking

What a beautiful weaving dream

And so you left in a hurry

Leave me to worry about for the rest of my life

The grave was full of flowers

It's the beauty you crave

......

Yang Yunruo turned on the computer he closed with force and sent out this small video of "Lilacs".

Get up and pack all your belongings, a box of books, a change of clothes, and everything else. The rest is just a few instruments.

"Ying'er" Yang Yunruo knocked on Zhao Yinger's door, and Zhao Ying'er, who was holding a rag doll and wearing pink pajamas, opened the door timidly, looked at Yang Yunruo with a shy face, and looked at Yang Yunruo's tear-stained eyes with some curiosity.

"This is the key to my room, in the future, you can stay with me" Yang Yunruo handed the key to Zhao Ying'er.

"Oh, oh" Zhao Ying'er seemed to be struggling with something, and only after a long time did she hesitate and be a little sluggish to reach out and hold the key handed over by Yang Yunruo.

"I'm leaving, you can keep the instruments inside, and you can throw them away if you want," Yang Yunruo said.

"Ah" Zhao Ying'er obviously didn't react.

"I'll see you later. After speaking, Yang Yunruo took his bag and pulled up his suitcase and went out.

"Goodbye, after, after...... Yes...... Yes...... Period"