The old man said that her favorite was the xiaolongbao at the breakfast shop on the corner, and she hadn't eaten it for several days because of illness some time ago, but she didn't expect Lin Yu to help her buy it back this morning.

Lin Yu just smiled silently, when he was eating xiaolongbao, he felt a sourness in it. The old man is no longer the same as yesterday in his eyes, Lin Yu has to worry about her future life, the old man's helplessness is not temporary, but she herself doesn't seem to realize it. The old man still has a very strong hope in his heart, and his son will come back near the end of the year.

So it's easy for the elderly to be happy because of small things, such as just attending a primary school celebration and acting as a photographer temporarily. After the old man finished breakfast, he suddenly patted his head and said that he had almost forgotten an important thing.

Then she rushed into her room, and after a long rummaging through the cabinets, the old man finally found a black tripod from the deepest part of the closet. She unfolded her tripod and stood it upright on the ground, almost a person's height, just enough to hold the camera on it steadily.

"That way, I can take a picture with everyone," said the old man, smiling as brightly as a child. She slung the camera back to her neck, grabbed her tripod and quickly walked out the door.

"Kid, I probably won't be back at noon today, so you can eat something outside," said when he was about to cross the threshold, and he didn't forget to look back when he was old.

Lin Yu nodded in the direction of the old man, since he was participating in the school celebration, he always had to have a meal at the school, Lin Yu originally wanted to accompany the old man to take a look, but later realized that he had another thing to do.

The man followed the old man out in Lin Yu's eyes, he became more and more like a faceless man, his hands crossed in front of him and followed behind the old man without saying a word, now in this situation, the man really has no face to face the old man.

Lin Yu put away the dishes and chopsticks, and only he and Xiaohua were left in the empty wooden house. Lin Yu was about to start his second plan, and he wanted to tell the old man in a proper way that her son had actually died ten years ago.

Lin Yu began to search all over the room, hoping to find some relics left by the old man's son, so that the old man had to face the fact that his son was dead.

There were many empty rooms in the wooden house, and Lin Yu guessed that one of them must belong to the old man's son, and under normal circumstances, there would definitely be some special items left in his room.

Lin Yu began to search room after room, and all the wardrobes, bookcases, and bedside tables were opened by him, but they were either empty or some extremely ordinary objects, such as a bronze mirror or an old-fashioned tailor's scissors.

Even the quilt seemed to have been changed for the old man, Lin Yu saw that the quilts folded in the wardrobe were very new, and the quilt cover on it was carved with dragons and phoenixes, with a very bright color, and it looked like a quilt that would only be had for happy events in the past.

After looking around carefully, Lin Yu didn't find any traces of the old man's son who had lived, not even a piece of old clothes, this abnormal situation made Lin Yu even more convinced that the old man's son had indeed died a long time ago. Otherwise, it is impossible for the old man to find anything about her son in the house, and the old man must have deliberately hidden it, or simply burned all the things that touched the scene.

Lin Yu returned to the hall with some disappointment, and he helplessly found that the old man had cleaned up his son's things as clean as her memory. Is it true that as long as her son's relics are gone, the old man thinks that he can wait as he did at the beginning? This is how she deceived herself for ten years, so that when she received a call from the fraudster, she thought it was her son calling.

If this continues, the old man's dream may never wake up, but the reality is that her pension is gone, and the old man cannot survive on his dreams.

Lin Yu sat on the solid wood sofa, although this sofa was not as comfortable as the leather sofa, but it exuded a very good smell of wood. Lin Yu leaned his back on the sofa, and just when he was worried, he saw an old notebook in a blink of an eye.

The notebook was placed at the bottom of the wooden shelf next to it, the top of the wooden shelf was at the same height as the sofa, and it was covered with a gray cloth, and the thing that covered it was the landline telephone.

Lin Yu bent down curiously, took out the notebook from the bottom, and when he opened it in his hand, Lin Yu found that it was a hand-copied phone book. The names and phone numbers were recorded in neat handwriting, but most of them were unclear of their relationship with the elderly, whether they were colleagues from the former newspaper office, neighbors who lived nearby, or distant relatives who could only be contacted by a banquet.

Lin Yu looked at it for a while and found that some of the names on it were later crossed out, I don't know for what reason. However, there was a phone call that stopped his browsing eyes, because the name next to it was written with a nickname, little uncle.

This may be the only person Lin Yu can determine the identity of the other party, the little uncle should be the younger brother of the old man's deceased husband, this relationship is already very close, so the old man does not directly record the other party's name in the phone book.

It turns out that the old man still has such relatives, Lin Yu has a feeling that he has found a life-saving straw, if he tells the uncle that the old man was defrauded, the uncle should have a better solution than himself.

Lin Yu didn't hesitate too much, he picked up the landline next to the sofa and dialed the number.

There was a rhythmic ringing sound from the earpiece, but the other party did not pick up the phone until the waiting time was over.

"What's the matter, are you busy?" Lin Yu put down the phone suspiciously, and he realized that he should actually use his mobile phone to call, so that it would not increase the old man's phone bill.

After waiting for a few minutes, Lin Yu dialed his mobile phone again, and this time the little uncle quickly answered.

"Hello, who?" the uncle apparently noticed that the call was an unfamiliar phone number.

Lin Yu politely called out on the phone, "Hello, uncle," and then he told the other party that he was a college student volunteer, and he was now at the old man's house, and the old man had something to tell him.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and when he spoke again, his tone suddenly became indifferent, "You also called the landline just now, I just didn't answer when I saw that number, what, are you going to tell me, is the old woman dead now?"