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The sky was miserable, suppressing the ups and downs of the mood, and there was always a heavy rain in the sky that was about to fall, waiting to be boring.

I was supposed to be in class, but I got in the car and was anxious.

Grandma was sick, and she was suffering from a disease that no one wanted.

I didn't feel any emotional fluctuations after hearing my dad call me, but I didn't know what to think.

A few seconds after the beep of the phone ended, I turned and went into the classroom, grabbed my bag and rushed out of the building.

When I was a child, most of the few memories I have left were of my grandmother.

At that time, at the beginning of winter, my grandmother would come to my house from the countryside on a long-distance bus that was scarce at that time, carrying a large bag of linen woven cloth on her back, to see the children.

I spent my winters in that small room with my grandmother.

I often complain about why my grandmother doesn't bring sweet chocolates every time she comes. Do you want to take the old-fashioned candy that I don't like to eat?

But I didn't know at the time that the bag of candy was the best my grandmother could buy.

When my father was young, my grandmother's family was very poor, and my grandfather, whom I had never seen, died of illness in that era, and my grandmother pulled her three sons to grow up alone.

In the town's junior high school, my dad had the best academic performance, and it would be a pity not to go to school.

So my grandmother sold the house and got the money for my father to go back to school.

When I think about it now, it was really an amazing perseverance that brought tears to my eyes.

When I was in elementary school, I moved out of that cramped house and into a big and bright house, but my grandmother stopped coming in the winter.

Maybe it's because I've grown up, or maybe it's because I don't have any worries about seeing my father's life, and my grandmother has lived in the house that my father bought again in that village all year round, and rarely comes to the new house.

Thinking about these things, the originally long bus finally arrived at the hospital.

After getting out of the car, I looked at the hospital building that exuded a cold feeling, and I didn't turn my head for a while.

I thought it was a dream, and when I woke up, I could see that the sky was blue today.

But the hustle and bustle of the car whistle and the rush of people made it clear to me that it was a cloudy day.

I hated the hospital and thought I wouldn't come to the hospital for a long time after my stomach problem got better, but I came here a few months later.

The smell of disinfectant water made me nervous, and I looked through the glass before I got to the room.

Grandma and Dad were talking about something, and Dad saw me outside the door and walked out.

The first time I looked at my dad I didn't know what to say.

"Your grandma doesn't know, don't talk about it, say it better." Dad's expression was visibly tired.

"Grandma, she's really..." As soon as I opened my mouth, I noticed that my voice was a little distorted.

"The doctor said that it could be surgically removed, but it was too old and dangerous." Dad's voice was steady.

"Okay." I took a deep breath.

"You go home tonight and get some sleep, and remember to go to class tomorrow." Dad touched my shoulder and turned back to the ward.

"Dad." I stopped him, "If necessary, give grandma the money to go abroad." ”

is the truth, when I go abroad, I need a lot of funds as a deposit to freeze, and I am afraid that my grandmother's illness will be delayed because of these.

Actually, this worry is unfounded, but I think it should be done.

"It's okay, no, the family has money." Dad pushed his glasses and walked into the room.

I looked inside, and my grandmother was leaning against the head of the bed, looking out at the city.