"Tick Tick"

In this city of high-rise buildings, there is a sound that never stops, whether it is the change of seasons or the beginning of day and night, it is always continuous, long and long, always reminding people that time passes and the years are merciless......

At this moment, at 2:05 a.m., the clock in the living room was swinging regularly, and night fell in a well-decorated villa.

The huge floor-to-ceiling windows are like a mirror, showing the whole picture inside, the diamond-shaped chandelier shines on the wallpaper covered with black and white stripes, a few small fish in the fish tank swim quietly around, and will stop after a few round trips, curiously looking at the girl lying on the brown sofa, the beautiful girl is holding a pillow, her brows are furrowed, her long hair is fluffy and messy, I don't know if it is because of the light or something on her mind, her eyelashes tremble, as if she will wake up at any time, and she sleeps very unsteadily.

The silence of the room was broken by the sound of the "Weng Weng" vibration.

With the sudden ringing of the phone, the girl opened her eyes sharply and quickly picked it up.

"Sister, come to the hospital......" The slightly crying voice on the other end of the phone made the girl panic, and she didn't have time to think about it, so she hurriedly rushed out of the door.

It was a late autumn night, and it was silent, only the street lamps on the street gave a faint light, shrouded in the dripping raindrops, making the temperature extremely low.

As soon as the girl went out, she was shivered by the strong wind, she had no time to care, slammed on the accelerator, and rushed eagerly towards the hospital, and in an instant, she was lost in the darkness......

Tonight, a long night, destined to never sleep......

In the corridor on the top floor of the hospital, there were dense people standing at this time, pacing back and forth outside the ward one by one, with occasional conversations, as if anxiously waiting for something.

The girl walked coldly through them and walked towards the ward.

In the ICU, there is a thin old man, his whole body is full of tubes, gray hair, even if he has entered his old age, the twilight is still in the afterglow, and he can still vaguely find the bearing and demeanor of the year between his eyebrows and eyes.

The ward is full of people, but it is surprisingly quiet, grief, sometimes you don't have to be hoarse, but silent, which will be extremely depressing, so that the pain is superimposed.

"Grandpa......" The girl pushed open the door and rushed into the ward.

"Moji, you're here, your grandfather is dying, he usually loves you the most, you ......" her father walked up to her and wanted to say something more, but he couldn't cry.

The girl walked to the hospital bed, looked at the old man who was no longer awake and critically ill, tears fell from her eyes, she threw herself on him, and called him in a whimpering tone, hoping to wake him up.

But no matter how much you shout, the people in the hospital bed did not react, perhaps, only the fluctuation on the bedside monitor can prove the weakness of life.

However, grandpa's palms were still so warm, she didn't believe that the critical illness was so close to him.

Mo Ji got up, and looked at the grandmother opposite with a tear-stained little face worriedly, it was a woman with extraordinary charm, and she was the grandmother she admired and admired the most since she was a child.

The old man gently held his wife's hand, leaned forward slightly, her silver hair was pulled up high, there was no extra embellishment on her head, only a hosta inlaid with purple diamonds, which was his promise to her, and it was also her favorite.

She lowered her head, her warm lips slowly roaming over her bloodless face, she kissed him, exhausted the affection of a lifetime, the last kiss stayed in the old man's ear, she took a deep breath, humming a tune that belonged only to them in a hoarse voice, even though she understood, he could no longer hear......

......A long, piercing voice echoed in the ward, and at that moment, the old man's body was loosened, and she knew that she would have to spend the days to come.

"Chi Haobai...... Chi Haobai ......" She looked at him fixedly, grabbed his hand tightly, called her lover in a very low voice, and chanted over and over again: "In the next life, remember to find me early." In the past, every time he heard it, he always hugged her for a long kiss, but now, he can no longer feel his breath.

The crying in the ward grew louder and louder, but she ignored it all as if she was deaf, and although it was painful, she never shed a single tear from beginning to end......

Morning...... 3:05 a.m...... The hospital pronounced him dead

The old man was helped out of the ward when her expression was already as usual, she was wearing a dark green cheongsam and looked indifferently at the door waiting for everyone, after the tempering of time, after washing the lead, the years precipitated out of the wisdom and dignity of the gestures, she stood there, with a cold tone to explain the company's arrangements, all the senior executives and major shareholders present did not dare to question her words, that endless majesty is like her man, yes, she is the current lawyer industry of the top fighter, fingertips are cloudy, noble and elegant, is Chi Haobai's favorite woman......

Three days later

The first snow in late autumn and early winter fell on the day of Chi Haobai's funeral, Chi Moji opened the curtains and sat beside the old man, quietly accompanying her, since the death of grandpa, grandma seemed to be fine, never sad, never cried, didn't care about anything, just sat on the rocking chair every day, but the more so, the more frightening......

"Grandma, you see it's snowing......" Looking in the direction of his finger, the warm winter sun shone through the window, and even the fine dust in the air was clear and clear.

The old man tilted his head, sat on the rocking chair in a daze, looked at the snowflakes flying in the sky outside the window, couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality, and silently played back the familiar melody in his mind.

"Grandma, talk to your precious granddaughter." Chi Moji squatted beside the rocking chair with a well-behaved and lovely face, pouting with a pink and tender face like a docile little pet, the old man looked at her dotingly, in a trance, there was a sense of déjà vu, vaguely remembering that she was also like this, clear and pure.

Thoughts tumbled over the clouds, cut through the blur, and the bright and flickering camera rattled and passed by the yellowed old film, returning to the original snow a long time ago......