On the last day of the New Year's holiday, Jiang Yimo went to the hospital to visit Tang Xueshan's grandfather.

The smell of the hospital is pouring in, disinfectant potions, oxygen tubes, distilled water..... He couldn't help but think of when his mother died.

The ward where Grandpa Tang lived was clean and tidy, with white curtains, white sheets, and white curtains letting in a little bit of sunlight.

Grandpa Tang lay motionless on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, the bone joints seemed to pierce through the skin, his complexion was as dry and sallow as dehydration, his hair was sparse and gray, and his exposed arm was full of needle marks.

Jiang Yimo couldn't associate the artist in front of him with the fashionably dressed and steady artist in his memory, and the old man on the hospital bed was just an old man who was dying of pain.

Grandpa Tang heard the movement, slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw Jiang Yimo, there was a trace of confusion in his blank eyes.

"Grandpa, you're awake. Jiang Yimo lowered his voice and said politely.

He nodded with difficulty, his movements so small that they were barely noticeable. He probably wanted to raise his hand, but he couldn't muster his strength, and his fingertips laboriously moved in the direction of his stomach.

Grandpa Tang is in the advanced stage of rectal cancer, has just undergone surgery, and his body is very weak.

Jiang Yimo noticed the button on the back of the bed, he stretched the top half of the bed to a suitable height, and then smiled at him, trying to make the smile look warm.

"I took the liberty of coming to see you, didn't disturb your rest?"

Grandpa Tang blinked, the corners of his mouth moved, and a grateful smile appeared.

Seeing that his lips were a little dry, Jiang Yimo poured out some warm water from the kettle on the table, "Grandpa, drink some water." ”

He swallowed hard, took a few sips, and shook his head to say no.

At this time, he heard Grandpa Tang struggling to spit out a word, "Xiao Jiang......" His originally sluggish gaze suddenly stared at Jiang Yimo, as if he couldn't bear such a draining concentration, and soon his eyelids drooped again.

His throat moved, Jiang Yimo didn't hear clearly, put his ear to his lips, and vaguely heard the word "Xiaoxue", and he laboriously said the word "care" again.

Jiang Yimo looked at him and said softly, "Do you want me to take care of Xiaoxue?" His eyes turned red instantly, and he turned his head to look out the window.

The overcast winter sky caught his eye, and a series of images suddenly flashed through his mind. That sunny girl left an indelible mark on his life.

He turned his head and whispered, "Grandpa, don't worry, I have always regarded her as my dearest. Then he stood up and smiled softly, "I should go, I'll see you again when I have time." ”

Jiang Yimo didn't wait for the opportunity to see Grandpa Tang again, he was on a business trip in the field, and when he learned the news of Grandpa Tang's death, he chartered a helicopter to rush back as soon as possible.

Tang Xueshan came to the hospital morgue alone and sat down at the door, she wanted to be closer to her grandfather.

A cold wind blew, a precursor to the coming night rain, a lightning bolt tore through the night sky, and the lightning illuminated Tang Xueshan's face pale.

The hospital is full of people who are sad and broken.

She cried without hesitation, crying so breathlessly that her whole body sank to the bottom of the boundless sea.

Finally she was tired of crying, and she was groggy and leaned against the wall and curled up in a ball.

Half-asleep and half-awake, she felt a heavy coat fall on her shoulders, opened her eyes and saw Jiang Yimo, so she hugged him and cried like a child.

"Don't cry, if you cry, grandpa can't go to heaven. Jiang Yimo wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes for her, but her heart throbbed so much that she couldn't breathe, and her tears soaked his entire shoulder.

"Yimo, I don't have a grandfather anymore......" Her heart calmed down a little in his tight embrace.

He patted her on the back and tried to reassure her, "I don't think grandpa is gone, he just went somewhere else, a world higher than what we exist, and that place is called Heaven." It is said that there is only joy and happiness there, and there is no sorrow and pain......"

Jiang Yimo sat quietly with her arms around her like a sculpture, and he could tell that she wanted to control her emotions.

Tang Xueshan always had a bright face, and when he was almost sad, he thought he was about to forget her sad face.

On the stormy night when Jiang Yimo committed suicide by cutting his wrists, the doctor said that the child would not be saved if he arrived at the hospital a few hours late. He vaguely remembered Tang Xueshan crying loudly in the hospital, and he could feel her sadness in his sleep.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, no one can hide. Jiang Yimo suffered from severe depression when he was young, and he has been back and forth to hell many times.

He sometimes thinks about what if he dies unexpectedly one day, and then he thinks about the will, and as for his death, whether others are happy or sad is no longer within his ability.

He has no relatives and no reason in this world, and his will is only in Tang Xueshan's name.

As expected, Shoucai and the cemetery had been prepared a few days in advance, and the funeral was carried out according to the grandfather's wishes, and his ashes and petals were scattered together in the vast sea, and he was buried in the sea, and the fish and shrimp were coupled.

Life and death are a pain at any time.

The time is approaching dusk, and the haze will gradually disappear into the unknown place where the sea and the sky meet.

Tang Xueshan sat on the beach with her legs crossed, looking from afar, the junction of the sea and the sky was melting into the night little by little.

The sea breeze was slightly cool, and the waves were tumbling.

Tang Xueshan had been sitting relatively close to the sea, worried that she would catch a cold, Jiang Yimo, who had been standing not far behind her, walked back to the house and took a blanket and handed it to her.

Feeling the warmth of the blanket, she turned her head and said to Jiang Yimo, "Thank you!"

Tang Xueshan's head rested on his shoulder so gently.

Grandpa has been dead for a week, Tang Xueshan can't believe this fact, her favorite grandpa is gone.

She still doesn't eat, drink, make noise, stand or sit quietly, and only occasionally walk a few steps, like a person who has lost her soul.

Walking to the door of the room, Jiang Yimo paused and did not continue to walk.

He stared at the white door, took a deep breath, hesitated at the door for a long time, and finally gently pushed the door open.

The room was quiet, and on the large bed in the center, an emaciated figure turned its back to him, seeming to be asleep.

Jiang Yimo couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, slowly walked to the bedside, reached out and touched Tang Xueshan's soft hair, but he was stunned in the next second, his palm was a large wet cold,

"Candy. Jiang Yimo's heart couldn't help sinking, he stretched out his hand to pull her body, and sure enough, he saw that her fair face was full of tears.

"Woo woo, one ink. Tang Xueshan cried silently for a long time, and when she saw Jiang Yimo at this moment, she couldn't hold back any longer, and the whole person slammed into his arms and cried loudly, "Grandpa can't come back again, I miss him so ......much."

Jiang Yimo put his arms around her body, only to feel that her body kept trembling, his heart seemed to be tightly surrounded by aquatic plants, and he couldn't breathe in pain.

Jiang Yimo gently patted her on the back and comforted, "The first seven days after a person's death are the night of the soul, and the deceased will return to their homes in the world to see their relatives for the last time, so grandpa will come back today." ”

"Really?" Tang Xueshan looked up at him.

Jiang Yimo stretched out his hand and gently wiped the tears from her face, and smiled at her gently, "Really." ”

Tang Xueshan hadn't closed her eyes for several days, her eyes were swollen like peaches, and her straight nose was slightly red from crying.

They went to Grandpa's bedroom, where the typhoon on the bedside table gave off a faint glow.

Tang Xueshan suddenly squatted down, hugged her knees, put her chin on her bent knees, and looked at the dark night outside the window with an expressionless face, as if she was sitting in a boundless silence and dark world.

Jiang Yimo squatted down to look at her, and said in a particularly gentle voice, "Candy, you can sleep for a while." ”

"I can't sleep, I'm afraid my grandfather will come back, I won't see him. Tang Xueshan's eyes were filled with hesitation and helplessness, as well as deep exhaustion and sadness.

Jiang Yimo was suddenly very distressed, this sunny girl suddenly became so pitiful.

"Candy. Jiang Yimo's voice was difficult to hide the sadness, and whispered in her ear, "If you want to cry, cry, it will be better to cry." ”

Tang Xueshan buried herself in his warm embrace and cried quietly.

Jiang Yimo gently stroked her hair, and pressed his forehead against hers.

"Yimo, you help me turn on all the lights in the room, and when Grandpa comes back, I can see him clearly. I want to know if he is doing well over there, whether he has eaten well, grandpa always eats vegetarian food, he must have lost weight again. Tang Xueshan's voice choked, and her nose was a little red from crying.

Jiang Yimo sighed and stood up, "Okay, I'll turn on the light." ”