"What's wrong?" the old beggar turned around, looked at Yun Fan with a bewildered face, and said with a smile, "Sleeping?"

"Really... Is it really you?" Yun Fan's voice trembled slightly.

"You stinky boy, you woke up and forgot about your grandfather?" the old beggar scolded with a laugh.

"Grandpa, is it really you?!" Hearing this familiar tone, Yun Fan's eyes instantly turned red, and he hugged the old beggar, his voice was a little choked, "I thought I would never see you again in this life!"

"Silly boy, what's wrong? Is it a nightmare?" the old beggar patted Yun Fan's head lightly and comforted, "Don't be afraid, with grandpa here, no one will bully you." ”

No, no, grandpa should have died a long time ago, or buried it with his own hands, it is impossible to be alive.

However, why is this warm embrace so real, exactly the same as the feeling of being held by grandpa before?

Yun Fan hugged the old beggar tightly, his heart was very conflicted, with the return of consciousness, he knew that he had fallen into a dream, on the one hand, he hoped that this was true, grandpa was not dead, and on the other hand, he hoped that this dream could end quickly, because if he stayed in this dream for a long time, he was afraid that he would really not wake up.

"Xiao Qi, I just caught a cold, when I woke up, were you hungry?" the old beggar said with a smile, "Look at what Grandpa baked for you?"

Yun Fan turned his head and saw that there was a pheasant on the firewood pile in front of him, and the fragrance was overflowing.

"Hehe, I'm lucky to have caught this little guy in the mountains today, you can improve your food, you're just sick, it's time to need nutrition." The old beggar was busy adding seasoning as he flipped the twig in his hand, "Wait a little longer, and you will be ready to eat it at once." ”

Looking at the familiar scene in front of him, and the familiar sound and smile, Yun Fan couldn't help but fall into the memory, in the short period of more than ten years in his previous life, his grandfather had always taken care of him, they wandered around and suffered a lot of cold eyes, but grandpa has always been happy, he always said that life is in the world, unsatisfactory things are nine times out of ten, happy is a day, unhappy is also a day, so why should you wronged yourself to endure an unhappy day?

At that time, Yun Fan was still young, he didn't understand what his grandfather was talking about, he only knew that he was abandoned, had no food to eat, no place to sleep, and was snubbed everywhere.

Yun Fan raised his hand to look at his dirty little hands, and then looked at the same dirty clothes on his body, thinking about the previous conversation, he gradually recalled that this should be when he was seven years old, because of a heavy rain, he had a severe cold, and when he was recovering from a serious illness.

Looking at the rickety back of the seriously busy roasting pheasant, recalling the bits and pieces of the past, Yun Fan's jaw trembled slightly, which was a manifestation of suppressing the emotion of wanting to cry.

In fact, on the day of his grandfather's death, he really regretted it, and at that time he understood the feeling of wanting to raise his son but not waiting for him.

"Grandpa, are you really still alive?" The scene in front of him was too real, even if Yun Fan knew that it was a dream, he still couldn't help but ask.

"You stinky boy with no conscience, do you want to curse me to death?" the old beggar looked at Yun Fan angrily, blew his beard and glared.

"But, in my memory, you are dead, and I buried you with my own hands. After being silent for a while, Yun Fan spoke slowly.

"You can't be delirious in a dream, right?" the old beggar stretched out his hand and probed Yunfan's forehead, comparing the temperature of his forehead.

"Grandpa, I'm not delirious, everything I said is true. Yun Fan shook his head, and then briefly said everything that happened.

Listening to Yun Fan's words, the old beggar's smiling face at the beginning turned into consternation, and finally fell silent.

"That's all it is, and if I'm right, we're in a dream of mine. Yun Fan said softly.

"You mean to say that I'm just an illusionary figure?" the old beggar looked at Yun Fan and said with some confusion, "The real me is already dead?"

"I'm sorry, Grandpa, but I didn't take good care of you. Yun Fan lowered his head, his eyes were red, he knew that it was a cruel thing to ask his grandfather to accept the reality that he was dead.

Just when Yun Fan didn't know how to comfort his grandfather, a broad palm gently rubbed his little head.

"Little guy, don't blame yourself too much, everyone has their own life, when to live and when to die, it's not up to you to decide. The old beggar smiled gently.

"Grandpa, do you really believe what I say?" Yun Fan raised his head and looked at the old beggar.

"What Xiao Qi said, grandpa never doubted. The old beggar smiled.

"Grandpa, you... Yun Fan looked at the old beggar with a somewhat complicated expression.

"Remember I told you, life is short for decades, happiness is a day, and unhappiness is also a day, so why should you be wronged to endure an unhappy day?" the old beggar smiled open-mindedly, as if he didn't mind much about the fact that he was dead.

This dream is really real, even Grandpa's personality is exactly the same, Yun Fan couldn't help but think.

"However, there is such a miraculous thing, I am obviously dead, but this feeling of being alive is extremely real. The old beggar pinched his body with some curiosity.

Looking at his grandfather's appearance, Yun Fan felt that his heart was pinched hard.

"People always die, you don't have to be so sad. The old beggar was relieved, "But, as far as you're concerned, I shouldn't be dead." He burst out laughing again.

Yun Fan was stunned and looked at him a little blankly.

"I'll always live with you, won't I?" the old beggar stretched out an index finger and gently tapped Dianyunfan's heart.

Yun Fan's right hand was lightly pressed against his chest, feeling the powerful beat, Yun Fan raised his head, looked at the old beggar, and finally showed a sunny smile on his little face, "Yes, grandpa, you will always live in my heart." ”

Looking at the smile on Yun Fan's face, the old beggar also laughed.

"Do you smell a smell of burning?" said the old beggar with a sudden snort.

Yun Fan subconsciously looked at the fire next to him.

"Oh, my roast pheasant!" the old beggar patted his head, screamed strangely, and quickly lifted the pheasant up.

Looking at the old beggar's hurried appearance, Yun Fan felt the same warmth as before, and couldn't help laughing.

"Stinky boy, it's all your fault, don't giggle there, hurry up and die to help!" the old beggar kicked Yun Fan.

"Grandpa, you've scorched the chicken again. ”

"You're embarrassed to say, don't you blame it?"

"Grandpa, why do you blame me every time you burn the chicken. ”

"I really blame you this time!"

The backs of an old man and a young man were busy by the fire, laughing constantly.

The scene gradually blurred, and the dream began to blur.

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