In the hospital ward, an emaciated old man was lying on the bed, the old man was pale, she turned her head and opened her eyes with great effort, looked at a pair of middle-aged men and women sleeping on another bed next to her, and then looked back at the girl on the side of the bed, her kind eyes were full of love that could not be dissolved. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The old man watched quietly like this, and after a long time, she said: "My little baby, you have lost weight during this time, it is useless for grandma, even your father and your mother, and you two sisters......"

"Grandma, don't say it, don't be involved, don't be involved at all, as long as grandma you can get better, as long as you ...... Grandma, you're going to get better, definitely! The girl hurriedly spoke to stop the old man from continuing, she held one of the old man's hands tightly with both hands, the old man's hand was thin and only a layer of skin wrapped in the bones, and it seemed light and dry and cold in her hand, but she didn't realize it, and felt the vague warmth tightly.

"Hehe, you, you, you're still a little girl who doesn't grow up, grandma is old, birth, old age, sickness and death are things that everyone has to experience......" The old man smiled softly, and raised his other hand with great effort to caress the girl's face.

"No, grandma, you will live a long life, I will make a lot of money, I will honor you, take you to the most interesting places to play, and buy the best food for you to eat." The girl interrupted the old man's words, and as she spoke, she longed for it, imagining the scene in the words.

"Grandma knows that our precious granddaughter is the most filial, grandma hasn't seen you get married, she hasn't seen you give birth to a baby, grandma will live a hundred years."

"Milk~Milk~......" It seems that her grandmother's words made her a little shy, and the girl with a red face hurriedly refused, and her tone was elongated.

"Okay, okay, I see you're embarrassed, by the way, it seems that someone came in just now, is it Mu Xuan's child?"

"No, that person seems to have come to the hospital to visit someone, and he went to the wrong room."

"Oh, Mu Xuan, this kid has a heart, he's so busy and often comes to see me, you have to thank people, you know?"

"Well, I will, grandma, don't worry." In the face of her grandmother's instructions, the well-behaved girl nodded without hesitation.

"Alas......" Speaking of this, the old man sighed heavily, looked at the girl again, looked at it very carefully and carefully, and after a long time, the old man said: "Mu Xuan is a good child, grandma can see it, good looks, good ability, kind-hearted and responsible, if you can be handed over to him to take care of, grandma will rest assured, it's a pity...... It's a pity that we don't deserve it. ”

The old man sighed, and the girl bowed her head in silence, and after a long time, the old man opened his mouth to break the dull atmosphere.

"Renjing, grandma has taught you to dare to admit yourself since you were a child, we have no money if we have no money, ugly is ugly, and poor grades are poor. However, we never blame others for being richer than us, not jealous of others for being better looking than us, and not hating others for not working hard and getting better grades than us. ”

Speaking of this, the old man who was not energetic was obviously in a bad state, she worked hard to hold on, and continued in a low voice: "We work hard to make up for our own shortcomings, otherwise we can only live in jealousy and resentment, because no matter what you do, there is always someone better than you." When one day you can face these things with a natural smile, you must be better off than others. ”

The girl nodded silently, feeling that the old man was a little tired, and she was ready to get up and serve the old man to sleep.

"Renjing, go be a singer."

The old man tried to open his eyes, but the hand on the girl's face slowly fell, she was reluctant to love her, but she could only fall weakly, slowly ...... Slowly slipping down, the wrinkled corners of the eyes gradually closed.

"Grandma, grandma...... Doctors, nurses, come on......"

The girl's exclamation woke up the middle-aged man and woman sleeping on the bed.

"Mom, what's wrong with you, don't scare me, doctor...... Wife, go and call a doctor. ”

The rain, like thousands of magic fingers and thousands of strings, played out a kaleidoscopic sound, intertwined into a lingering crimson sound.

The spring rain is soft, the summer rain is rough, the autumn rain is desolate, and the winter rain is severe, and the mood is different due to the change of seasons. The rain of the past was so beautiful and so beautiful, but today it tells an incomparably heavy sorrow and sorrow.

Grandma still left, just that day, in the hospital, in Park Injing's arms, and before the doctor came to rescue, grandma left.

Park In-jeong sat slumped with a sloppy look, leaving only her cold body lying quietly in her arms, no matter how she shouted, the old man just lay there, silent, without any response......

The kind eyes of the past are gone, and the warm and warm voice is gone......

Ten years of life and death are boundless, and I don't think about it. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation.

There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears.

......

"You said that if I like to sing, I will sing, if I want to eat delicious food, you will be ready to wait for me to go back to eat, but before I can become a singer and make no money to honor you, you will go to heaven, I can't find the way to heaven, so I am destined to not find you."

"You said that the will to love in life is more powerful than the hurt in life, and when life is hurt, we can choose to live with the support of love. But if love hurts, then what is it that sustains me, I am not a dull person, but I can't figure it out......"

Looking at the photo of her grandmother on the tombstone, looking at the gentle and kind old man in the photo, Park Injing's inner dampness could no longer be suppressed and overflowed from her eyes.

The most important thing is that the world can't stay, and Zhu Yan is a flowery tree.

The joys and sorrows on the paper are embarrassing for the month, and the shaft is waiting to be collected.

Life and death, what kind of pain is this?

What kind of woman is she, and what kind of strength does she have to bear this severe pain?

Park In-jeong is a layman, an ordinary woman with ordinary growth and experience, how can she face life and death when she is facing life and death.

The most helpless distance in the world is not to be speechless, not to be strangers, not to drift away, but to the insurmountable yin and yang separation.

She closed her eyes and stopped imagining, only tears welled up in her eyes.

The lingering rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the heavy rain has a tendency to fall more and more, looking at the girl standing alone in front of the tombstone, a tall man in a black shirt, black suit and black tie walked over.

The man walked to the old man's grave, bent down and put down a bunch of white chrysanthemums, and after straightening up, the man moved the black umbrella in his hand to the girl's head, covering the rain curtain and the dark sky.

"The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the child wants to raise but does not wait. Those who can't be chased in the past are also in the year, and those who go and can't be seen are also pro. Han Muxuan spoke, his voice was still magnetic and mellow, but there was an unprecedented slump and sadness in the middle.