Walking on the streets at midnight in early spring, the shadows of the trees under your feet are swaying in the wind. The cold wind blew through the cashmere coat, and the coldness seemed to invade Liu Zhao's bones, and she kept shivering. The streets were deserted, and she was the only one walking in the wind.

Faded the courage aroused by anger just now, Liu Zhao turned back into the timid and cowardly woman. Tears were already streaming down her face, and she felt her empty pockets at a loss, realizing that she didn't even have the money to take a taxi home.

After walking alone for more than two hours in fear, Liu Zhao finally walked to his grandmother's house in the center of the city. This is an old-fashioned courtyard house, where my grandmother was born, and where Liu Zhao, whose parents died early, grew up.

Pushing open the door of the main house where my grandmother once lived, the smell of an empty house that had not been inhabited for a long time came to my face. Liu Zhao didn't care about the dust in the room, she slowly lifted the list on the old-fashioned mahogany bed, lay down on her grandmother's bed tiredly, closed her eyes that were already crying and swollen, and fell into a deep sleep.

The moonlight shone through the window, caressing her thin body wearing only a coat like water, and the white light was like a grandmother's warm hand, patting her beloved granddaughter to sleep.

Liu Zhao was woken up by hunger.

She opened her heavy eyelids, her eyes swollen from crying all night, and only a slit remained. She sat up, looked around, remembered why she had walked back here late at night, folded her arms around her knees, buried her head between her legs, and wondered what she was going to do.

"Never look back!" She suddenly raised her head, looked at the worn curtains on the wooden bed, and swore fiercely. Liu Zhao, who had figured everything out, no longer curled up on the bed, she got up and got out of bed, walked out of the main room, and walked towards the kitchen in the wing.

Three years of married life have transformed her from a delicate woman who can't do any housework to an all-round housewife. Although it has been uninhabited for a long time, she has not cut off the water, electricity and gas. I did this because I didn't want to admit the fact that my grandmother had left her, and I simply wanted to keep everything here as it was. Unexpectedly, it seems that this is really a precautionary decision.

A pot of boiling water was made in the kitchen, and she washed it briefly. It was almost noon, and although she had already begun to sing empty city plans in her stomach, she had no desire to eat at all.

Walking slowly back to her grandmother's bedroom, she opened the large carved cabinet of camphor wood placed against the wall. One by one, the clothes and bedding in the cabinet were moved out of it, and the empty cabinet showed a complete rear cedar board, and after careful searching, I found an inconspicuous pull ring.

Liu Zhao sighed lightly, reached out and pulled the pull ring gently, and the secret door connected to the pull ring opened, revealing the small dark grid embedded in the back of the cabinet. On the dark grid, there is a reddish box lying quietly.

Liu Zhao's grandmother, Mrs. Guan, is a descendant of the former Qing nobles, and this old mansion is handed down from the ancestors. The furnishings at home still follow the habits of the Manchu nobles, and some of the furniture has hidden organs, and the old people hide valuable things in it.

If it weren't for the fact that there was nothing to do, Liu Zhao would not have touched his grandmother's things. She sat on the bed with the red box in her arms and gently opened the lid of the box. Inside there is a letter, a large certificate of deposit, and a title deed.

Seeing Grandma's familiar handwriting on the envelope, Liu Zhao's tears flowed down again, shook his hands lightly, unfolded the letter, and read the last words that Grandma left her.

Linger (this is the nickname given to Liu Zhao by the old lady according to the Manchu custom), when you see this letter, grandma can guess that your marriage has come to an end. This was originally expected by me, you don't need to be sad, it should be an experience of life! Just watching my baby Linger suffer, but Grandma can no longer shield you from the wind and rain. Thinking of this, grandma's heart hurts uncomfortably!

Linger, grandma knows your temper, you must have left Meng Dahe's house penniless, right? Hey, my proud and fragile little Linger, you just don't listen to grandma. Marriage must be the right one!

Forget it, don't talk about it anymore, I know you don't like to listen to grandma talk about you. There is a deposit of 200,000 yuan on this deposit receipt, and the password is grandma's birthday, which was deposited by grandma with your ID card. This title deed was changed to your name when you were in college. Grandma was afraid that you would be deceived by that Meng Dahe, so she never told you. Linger, grandma is gone, I can't accompany you anymore, and the road ahead is all up to you!

Linger, my baby, grandma will watch you from the sky, you have to live well, let grandma stay in the sky with peace of mind!

Linger, my darling, remember what Grandma once said to you: it is better to die proudly than humblely.

Reading the letter here, Liu Zhao couldn't cry anymore, she held her grandmother's letter, curled up, lying on the bed, a hoarse cry sounded, she felt that her whole body hurt, heart-rending pain.

"It is better to die proudly than humblely!"

"It is better to die proudly than humblely!"

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Liu Zhao repeated his grandmother's last entrustment, and sat up as he read it. She slowly got up and walked to her grandmother's dresser, looking at her swollen and pale face in the dim mirror. Unyielding pride slowly rose between his eyebrows, and there was a sparkle in his gloomy eyes. As if she had found a lost soul, she straightened her back and stretched her perennial frowning brow.