One day, he was lying in bed, and suddenly heard a shouting and scolding from downstairs, and he didn't want to pay attention to it, but he heard the voice of his grandmother.

Put on your shoes and walk downstairs, the small noodle restaurant is not large, it was the afternoon and there were no diners, only a tall man, scolding and scolding as if he wanted to get rid of the ten noodles.

The old grandmother was resolute and demanded that he pay.

The man seemed to be annoyed, grabbed her by the collar, and seemed to hit her.

When he saw that scene, anger rose in his heart for no reason, and it was very inexplicable to him.

I didn't have time to think about it, so I rushed over and smashed the stool at the man's back.

The man fell to the ground in pain, sat on the ground and cursed, saying that he wanted to report to the official.

The old grandmother looked at him with some surprise, as if she didn't expect him to come down, nor did she expect him to beat that man.

The old grandmother was shocked when she heard the report to the official, and her tone softened, not as resolute as she had just now, and begged the man not to report to the official, so that she could say that she had given the man a tael of silver to settle the matter.

At that time, he couldn't understand why the grandmother was so scared when he heard the word "official", obviously the man was a scoundrel first, why did he give him silver taels.

I can't understand why he is so angry that he hits people.

The old grandmother closed the door of the store, pulled him to sit on the chair in a daze, looked at him and suddenly smiled, and there were a few more old folds at the corners of his eyes.

She smiled and said that seeing that he didn't speak, she didn't expect that his temper was fierce, and she said that she was grateful to him for standing up for her.

He was stunned, looking at the old grandmother's kind face and a little ashamed, the old grandmother said that her bowl of noodles sold for ten yuan, and today she gave the man a tael of silver, which was her income in the past seven days.

He had never touched silver in the Medicine Valley, and his impression of silver taels was still learned from his grandmother's mouth, one or two pieces of silver seemed to be a lot, if it weren't for him, she wouldn't have posted so much silver.

I wanted to say a few words of apology, but I didn't know what to say, I slurred for a long time, and finally spit out two words, thank you.

The old woman was stunned when she heard this, looked at him in surprise, and said that she thought he was dumb and didn't expect to be able to speak.

He shook his head, then fell silent again, not knowing how to talk to his grandmother.

The old grandmother was very pleased with the recognition that he could speak, and she had been pulling him to talk that afternoon, even if there were diners coming, she asked him to follow her, and she talked to him while she worked.

During this time, he rarely replied, mostly nodding or shaking his head, and occasionally said two words, but it was enough to make her happy.

That afternoon, she had been by her grandmother's side, listening to her broken thoughts, but she was not irritated at all.

The next morning the old woman came in with a suit of clothes and a pair of boots, and told him to change them.

He was stunned, staring at the dress tightly, the fabric was linen, the style was simple, but it gave birth to a little warmth in his heart.

It was a feeling he had never felt before.

While he was changing clothes, the old grandmother went downstairs to make a bowl of noodles for him, and that day he was eating noodles, looking at the old woman who was smiling kindly at him, and something was breaking out of the ground in his heart.

After eating noodles, the old grandmother took the empty bowl and left, walked to the door and stopped, and asked him if he wanted to go out with her to buy ingredients, and go out with her by the way.

He thought for a moment and nodded.

Walking on the street, there was an endless stream of shouting and selling in his ears, and the old grandmother saw him

With a new look, he smiled and asked him if he hadn't been to the town, just like the monk who lived alone in the mountains and had just come down from the mountain, and didn't understand anything.

He pondered for a moment, then nodded.

When the old woman saw it, she smiled, and said that it was the first time she saw a monk with hair, and said that in the future, he would follow her, an old woman, and help in her shop, and she would pay him money.

Nodding, he's going somewhere anyway.

After buying the ingredients, the grandmother walked with difficulty with the vegetables on her back, and he wanted to help her, but when she saw that she didn't say let him help, he dispelled his thoughts.

On the way back, the old grandmother introduced him to the shops and the gadgets sold on the street, and he had a little interest in his heart and looked at those things with great interest.

He stopped in front of a vendor, something he had never seen before, round things strung together, red and beautiful.

The old woman smiled and put down the ingredients, took out two pennies to buy him a bunch, and handed it to him.

He looked at the old grandmother a little inexplicable, and the old grandmother smiled and said that this is called rock sugar gourd, which can be eaten.

He pursed his lips and took a bite, sweet, sweet, delicious.

The old grandmother put things on her back again, and at the moment when they turned around, the vendor behind her muttered, saying that he was really unfilial, and even let the elders carry things, but he was empty-handed.

He stopped, looked at the old grandmother inexplicably, was stunned for a moment, handed the sugar gourd to her, and took the things on her back.

Then he walked forward without saying a word, and it turned out that he wanted to help her with something.

Back at the small noodle restaurant, the old grandmother began to knead the noodles, he didn't know what to do and sat on the chair to be distracted, when three diners came and said they wanted to eat noodles.

He didn't know how to greet them, pursed his lips and stared at them without saying a word.

They sat down and met him without moving, and began to shout discontentedly, saying that he was a fool, and that he would not greet the guests when they came.

When the old grandmother heard the voice and came out of the dining room, she immediately greeted the guests, but the guests scolded him impatiently for being a fool and a fool.

The grandmother's face immediately changed when she heard this, and she crossed her waist and scolded back.

Seeing that the old grandmother was defending him, at that moment there was an indescribable thing in his heart that permeated his whole body, and later I realized that it was moving.

The diners scolded and left, and the old grandmother quenched herself, walked up to him with a smile, said don't pay attention to them, and told him that when the guests come in the future, they will say, and the guest officer will ask him what a few people are eating, and then go to the back kitchen to tell her.

He felt a little apologetic in his heart, if it weren't for him, the old grandmother wouldn't have made no money.

I wanted to say a few words of apology, but I didn't say it.

That night he practiced his grandmother's words repeatedly, thinking that tomorrow he must do his best.

The next day, he got up early in the morning, and the old grandmother went to the back kitchen to be busy, and he greeted the guests in front.

I thought back to those simple words over and over again.

After a while, when the guests came, he walked up to them and wanted to speak, but he couldn't say those few simple words like a fish in his throat.

When he pursed his lips and said the word "guest", the diner looked at him in surprise, and then left the small noodle restaurant.

At this time, the laughter of the old grandmother came from behind, and she laughed and said that she was not in a hurry to take her time, but the big deal was that the diners were driven away by him, and they drank the northwest wind.

I'm sorry, he said, a little frustrated.

The old woman shook her head with a smile, pulled him to the back kitchen, and asked him why he was alone, what about his parents.

He was stunned, his parents were two words that were unfamiliar to him, and his parents were killed by Mantuo.

Thinking of Mantuo, an uncontrollable hatred rose from his heart.

Taking a few deep breaths, he said, killed.

The old grandmother sighed and said no wonder, seeing that although he was wearing tattered, the clothes were all of the best quality, and he had a sense of wealth and nobility, unlike ordinary people's families, it turned out to be a down-and-out son.

The old grandmother told him about her again, her name is Gu Qingqiu, more than 20 years ago she fled from the countryside to this city, encountered bandits on the way, her husband, two children, and daughter-in-law and son-in-law were all killed, and she was the only one who survived.

At that time, there was no thought of life, and I thought about death every day, and one day I dreamed of her family, and they said that she should live well.

At that time, she felt that maybe it was a dream entrusted to her by her family, so that she could live for them.

The old grandmother was smiling when she said it, it was relieved, he didn't understand, everyone in the family died, she was the only one, how did she have the courage to live in this world.

Later, the grandmother told him that at that time, she made some money as a female celebrity in a rich man's house and opened this noodle restaurant, which has been open for 20 years.

For twenty years, she was alone, and she didn't have a buddy, and she usually had no one to talk to except those diners.

Some time ago, I saw him fainting at the door of the noodle restaurant, and seeing that he looked a little similar to his dead son, I took him back to the store.

But he didn't say a word, and thought he was a fool, a dumb one.

Then she laughed and said that he looked so similar to his son, maybe his son was reincarnated, she had no family, he had no family, it was better to stay as his grandson, the two of them were companions, she didn't have many days, and if she died in the future, there would be someone to send her to death.

Don't be silent, family...

Seeing that he didn't speak, the old grandmother waved her hand and said, a joke, don't take it seriously, and then went to work.

As everyone knows, her words set off an uproar in his heart, he has a family, a sister, and a grandmother, but those so-called relatives treat him as an animal, and he has always hated his family.

Can...

looked at the white-haired grandmother, but the old man, who had only been with him for half a month, gave him the warmth of home.

She obviously didn't know his identity, but she cared about him and took care of him, adding warmth to his gray and cold life.

Okay, he said.

The old grandmother was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing, and screamed one by one.

At that time, a warm current passed through his heart, and a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth, it turned out that this was the feeling of having a family member.

Not hatred, but warmth.

Since the old grandmother recognized him as a grandson, she took good care of him and taught him many things, accounting, abacus, and human sophistication.

He also slowly learned those, no longer as stupid as before, when he met a guest, he would say that the guest officer was invited.

His words gradually increased, not as silent and dumb as before, and occasionally joked with the old grandmother.

He just stayed in the noodle shop, helped his grandmother run the noodle shop, helped her make noodles, and took care of the noodle shop.

And the heart, which had long been numb and riddled with holes, had slowly recovered and healed under the warmth of that kind old man, and he lived a normal life.

He thought he would live like this with his grandmother until she was old, and he sent her to the end because she was his family, although he never called her grandma.

But he didn't expect this day to come so quickly, more than two months later, the old grandmother was lying in bed weakly, and he knew that her life had come to an end.

She took his hand and smiled weakly, still so loving.

She said that when she first saw him, his whole person was gray, it was the gray of death, she didn't know what he had experienced, he would always be fine after he could, and he would live well in the future. People will not be lonely forever in the world, you will always meet people who trust you completely, and you will always meet friends.

She also said that she was very happy to see him change from a silly boy to a talkative now, although the whole person was still cold and indifferent, she let him live well.

With that, her hand hung down.

At that time, he watched her gradually cold body, his heart was calm and unwavering, and he buried her, standing in front of her grave, silent.

He has seen life and death in the Medicine Valley, he is not afraid of death, and he doesn't care about death, he thinks so.

But for some reason, thinking of that kind smiling face and looking at her grave, my heart began to ache heartbreakingly.

That kind of pain has never been experienced, and it hurts a hundred times more than testing Mu Xue'er for poison.

Suddenly, his face was cold, and when he reached out and touched it, his face was already full of tears.

He kowtowed to her a few times, and then sat down in front of the old woman's grave, holding her head and weeping bitterly, and once again he resented God.

He complained that God would take away such a good old man, the only person in his life who was good to him.

Without that warmth, how will he survive in the future?

After sitting in front of his grandmother's grave for three days and three nights, he trembled back to the small noodle restaurant, and looked at the small noodle restaurant, his heart became more and more painful.

The light of redemption is not there, what is the use of this noodle shop.

After closing the noodle shop, he set out on a journey, he didn't know where he was going, he just didn't want to stay in this place.

Without his grandmother, his resuscitated heart became numb again.

Stopping and walking along the way, he came to Kyoto.