When Lin Jiaming drove for several hours and finally arrived at Aunt Zhao's house, Aunt Zhao had just woken up, looked at Lin Jiaming with white gas on his head, and said distressedly:

"You kid, what are you doing in such a hurry, hurry up and take a shower, don't catch a cold......"

"It's okay, auntie, how are you feeling?

"It's okay, it's much better! Actually, you don't have to worry about me, just spend the New Year with your grandmother at home! She is old and needs to be accompanied ......."

Although Aunt Zhao didn't say it, the sharp pain coming from inside her body could be seen from her distorted face, but Aunt Zhao just didn't want to show such a fragile self to others, she was going to be strong for a lifetime, and in the end she didn't want to compromise with the disease.

"Aunt Zhao, look at what you said, it's my grandmother who asked me to accompany you! She is still thinking about letting you go over to play, you see, these are some special products specially brought to you. With that, Lin Jiaming pointed to a pile of things on the table behind him.

"Let my aunt bother, it's not easy for her to make these things by herself......" As she spoke, Aunt Zhao seemed to have fallen asleep again, if it weren't for the fact that this situation had happened many times, Lin Jiaming would have thought that Aunt Zhao had gone to find Uncle Zhao. Fortunately, Aunt Zhao didn't seem to be so painful in her sleep, and the air was filled with the sweetness of the dream, which was the fragrance of flowers escaping from the dream garden that Aunt Zhao had watered with her thoughts over the years.

"Her condition is getting worse and worse, and she has fallen asleep more and more suddenly like this in the past two days, I'm afraid it will ......," the nurse whispered to Lin Jiaming.

Lin Jiaming knew what the nurse wanted to say, so he didn't let her continue, and he also knew in his heart that Aunt Zhao's situation was really running out. Perhaps, it is a blessing for her to be freed as soon as possible!

After settling the wages of the nurses, Lin Jiaming asked her to go home for the New Year, and stayed to take care of Aunt Zhao. While Aunt Zhao was asleep, Lin Jiaming and Lu Haowan chatted on WeChat.

For a long night, only the small box with a radius of a few inches in his hand could convey the thoughts of the two.

Maybe he was too tired, Lin Jiaming leaned on the chair, holding the mobile phone in his hand, and his eyes gradually became confused......

Jiaming...... Jiaming ......" a voice came slowly.

"Who?" Lin Jiaming raised his head and rubbed his eyes, and asked.

Jiaming...... Take good care of yourself......"

"Who the hell are you?" Lin Jiaming felt that this voice was very familiar, but he couldn't think of who it was.

"Jiaming, the most important thing, don't get into that car......" The voice gradually faded away, Lin Jiaming wanted to chase it, only to find that he was like being restrained in place by an invisible force, unable to move at all.

"Ah~" Lin Jiaming stood up suddenly. Although it was winter, the beads of sweat on my forehead still kept pouring out.

"It turned out to be a dream!" Lin Jiaming tore off a piece of paper from the table, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and looked at Aunt Zhao again, still sleeping soundly, but this time it seemed that he slept for a long time.

Lin Jiaming looked at the time, half past two in the morning!

After the dream just now, Lin Jiaming didn't have the heart to sleep anymore, so he went to the kitchen and began to wash the bacon he brought over. After twelve o'clock, it is now the twenty-ninth day of the lunar month. Usually, he would get up in the early morning of the twenty-ninth day of the lunar month and start to pack up the dishes to be cooked in the Chinese New Year's Eve.

He was willing to put a lot of effort into it, so he learned a lot of authentic country snacks from his grandmother. In this way, these skills will not be lost. The taste of the year should not be much weaker because of the lack of these childhood flavors.

In the early morning of northern cities, the heavy smog requires the sun to expend most of its energy to tear through the openings, and the world shrouded in it can see a glimmer of light.

Lin Jiaming put the washed meat in the refrigerator, stretched his waist, thinking that Aunt Zhao had slept almost all night last night, he was a little uneasy, and walked to the side of the bed softly, Aunt Zhao's posture still did not change, except for one hand reaching out to the quilt. Lin Jiaming stretched out his hand and wanted to put Aunt Zhao's hand into the quilt, but when his hand touched Aunt Zhao's hand, a cold breath instantly emanated from the bottom of his heart to his whole body.

"Aunt Zhao?" Lin Jiaming hurriedly shook Aunt Zhao's shoulders gently, but Aunt Zhao did not respond in the slightest. The stiffness of her body is also telling Lin Jiaming that Aunt Zhao has been gone for a long time.

Looking at Aunt Zhao's serene expression, Lin Jiaming couldn't tell whether he should be happy for her or make himself sad. Maybe the kingdom of heaven with Lao Zhao Tou is the place she yearns for more. And in this world, except for Lin Jiaming and Lu Haowan who make her feel warm, there is probably nothing worth nostalgia for.

Lin Jiaming took out a box that Aunt Zhao said before from the drawer, opened it, and put the old gold ring on Aunt Zhao's ring finger. This ring was bought by the legendary "Old Zhao Tou" who pulled her to buy it one day after she got married. When Lin Jiaming and Lu Haowan came to visit her some time ago, she asked her about this. said that she must wear this ring on her hand after she leaves, otherwise she is afraid that after so many years, the "old Zhao Tou" of heaven will not know her, and with such a token to accompany her, she will not feel cold on the cold Huangquan Road.

To do this well, Lin Jiaming sat there calmly, took out a pack of unopened cigarettes, lit one, and took two puffs, and coughed violently, hooking Lin Jiaming's tears that had been rolling in his eyes for a long time, and his thoughts returned to a few days ago......

"Aunt Zhao, why did you buy a pack of cigarettes and put them here?" Aunt Zhao explained to Lin Jiaming and Lu Haowan, Lin Jiaming opened the drawer to find the box containing the ring, saw a pack of cigarettes and asked.

"Oh~ That pack of cigarettes is a spare, when I run out of breath one day, you can ask a few people to pull me to the crematorium, and then I can distribute it to those who help. As soon as Zhao Yi spoke, Lin Jiaming and Lu Haowan were silent.

"Look at you, the life and death of man is not up to him. I'm going to leave this world sooner or later, so don't be sad. If there really is a day, I hope you can be happy for me, instead of being as sad as you are now......" Aunt Zhao said with a smile to Lin Jiaming and Lu Haowan.

"Now, I don't think I can be happy for you, you're gone, I just feel panicked, you just left suddenly, I ......" Lin Jiaming choked, the cigarette in his hand burned more than half the distance, and the cigarette ash did not fall for a long time. Suddenly, the long section of soot on the cigarette butt fell to the ground like an avalanche. Accompanied by Lin Jiaming's tears, it seemed that everything had settled at this moment......

In this small room, in addition to Lin Jiaming's choking, there is also the old wall clock on the wall, "ticking" and walking. Outside, there was the sound of feet stepping on the snow.

"Squeak...... Creak...... Squeak......"