Until that day.

When Li Moyi was in class, he received a text message from his grandfather.

"Moyi, you are coming to the hospital, remember to bring some wine, I haven't drunk it for several days. I'm hungry. ”

At that time, Li Moyi was still very surprised, and said in his heart, isn't this old man a patient in the hospital. I still have to drink, and I don't take my body and bones seriously, aren't you really afraid of drinking Huangquan?

Soon after Li Mo hung up the phone, before he could understand, he received a call from the hospital, which was the nurse who took care of his grandfather.

"Your grandfather is going to die."

When Li Mo heard this, he rushed out of the classroom, a taxi, and went straight to the city hospital.

He had never been so panicked in his life.

When he arrived outside the hospital, he suddenly remembered his grandfather's text message and rushed to the small supermarket next to him to buy two jugs of soju.

It was cheap, not of the best quality, but it was his grandfather's favorite wine.

Maybe God really has eyes, when Li Mo walked into the room, his grandfather was still very good.

He lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling.

When he saw Li Mo coming, he smiled and beckoned to him.

"The time is coming." Grandpa said to him.

"yes, I know." Li Moyi smiled and nodded.

Grandpa looked at Li Moyi deeply, he didn't know what to think. He sighed. "Come on, our grandfather and grandson are drinking one."

His smile still hung on his face.

The nurse stood at the door of the ward, looking at them, chatting, her heart full of sympathy, maybe she knew that this was what his grandfather wanted to do.

Because Li Moyi didn't bring a cup, this time, he and his grandfather blew directly into the bottle.

"Xiao Hama, I call this a happy funeral, understand?" Grandpa took a sip of his wine and smiled.

"I know these things." Li Mo nodded and took a sip of wine.

"You can't cry, you have to laugh." His grandfather seemed angry, and put the bottle on the bedside table, and he said angrily, "When you were a child, I told you you could do anything, but you couldn't cry." Got it?"

He said he understood.

"You know you're still crying?" His grandfather frowned.

"mom, I didn't cry!" Li Mo smiled, tears streaming down his face. "You are wrong, old man. I smiled. ”

Grandpa looked at him, stunned for a moment, didn't say anything, raised his hand with difficulty, and touched his head.

"Just this once." Grandpa smiled.

Then Li Mo couldn't hold back anymore. He threw himself into his grandfather's arms and began to cry.

How many times has he cried in his life? Think about it, counting the time when I was scared to cry by the fox demon, only two or three times?

For as long as he can remember, whenever he cried, his grandfather had to shout, "Don't cry!"

Grandpa scared away all his tears and told him that he couldn't be with him for the rest of his life, that he had no parents and that he had to be strong.

After crying for a while, Li Mo wiped his eyes and sat down again.

His grandfather's time was running out. If he didn't talk to him, he wouldn't have a chance in his life.

"Do you know that you regret it now?" Grandpa smiled gloatingly, without a trace of tiredness in his eyes: "You always play games and don't talk to Lao Tzu." Do you regret it now?"

Hearing this, Li Moyi cried again, looking at his grandfather with a smile on his face.

It's irony.

The tree wants to be quiet and the wind does not stop, and then wants to raise but does not wait.

Everyone knows this sentence, but what can really understand this sentence is when the person you love leaves you, and many things are irreparable.

"I don't talk too much about that useless. Time is running out. When Grandpa said this, his face suddenly turned pale, and his hands trembled slightly: "I can't control you for the rest of your life, no one can help you, you can live as you want, that little rent can support you, don't worry about money."

He said he knew.

"Getting rich is, as long as you can live the life you want, that's enough." Grandpa smiled and said, "You lazy boy, if you can't go out, you won't go out, and the job of collecting rent is also very suitable for you."

He listened quietly to his grandfather's words and did not interrupt him.

"You have a hard life, you don't have a father or a mother, rely on me, a bad old man, to bring you up" Grandpa said with a wry smile: "I don't have any relatives to accompany you in the second half of my life, I'm really a little worried."

"Since you're not at ease, can you not leave?" Li Moyi asked tentatively.

Grandpa thought seriously and shook his head. Just said no, "Are you talking nonsense with Lao Tzu here?" Say you won't go? Then the urn I just bought was for nothing!"

After saying that, Grandpa and he looked at each other, looked at each other and smiled.

"Lao Tzu is interested now, listen to me tell you a story, this story is about the story of Lao Tzu back then." Grandpa said happily, patting his hand on the edge of the bed, as if to pat the non-existent log.

"Okay, I'll listen!"

Grandpa's face became more and more pale, and Li Moyi held back his tears.

"Ah, where did his grandmother's story begin, his mother's forgot that sentence again." Grandpa's voice became weaker and weaker, his hands were on the quilt, and he kept shaking: "Let's give you a set of poems first."

"That's right."

"The storyteller persuades people to do the three ways of good and evil in the center, and if there is love in the sky, the sky is also the right way among the elderly..."

Li Moyi thought that his grandfather had forgotten this sentence, so he waited for a long time. In the end, Grandpa didn't say the last word, which made him rush some words as well.

At this moment, the nurse came over and whispered to Li Mo.

"He's gone".

Grandpa didn't like him to cry, he knew it.

From the moment his grandfather left, Li Mo never cried again.

Even watching him being burned to the ground in the crematorium, Li Moyi did not shed a single tear.

That's when he understood.

It takes more courage to laugh when nothing happens than to cry in front of everyone.

The word strong is sometimes cruel, really.

When Li Moyi recalled these vivid events, he had already walked to the door of the cemetery in a trance.

Carrying two sacks of offerings on his back, he slowly climbed up the hillside along the mountain road, and soon saw the lonely grave where his grandfather was buried.

But the strange thing is that there is now a person standing in front of the deserted tomb.

The man took the incense, bowed to his grandfather, and sat down in front of the tombstone.

Li Moyi didn't think much about it at the time, thinking that it was a friend of his grandfather. When he walked over to look, he noticed that the man was a little strange, an old man.

When the man saw Li Mo for a while, he didn't speak, just smiled and nodded to greet Li Mo.

"Are you my grandfather's friend?" Li Moyi asked.

"Yes." The old man smiled: "Are you Moyi?"

Li Mo nodded and said politely, "Sir, what's your name?" I've never seen you before. ”

"My surname is Zhao." The old man looked at him kindly, smiled wryly, and said, "You look like your father when he was young." ”

"Have you seen my father?" Li Moyi was very curious.

Old Man Zhao nodded and said, "You first incense your grandfather, and then we will talk."

Li Mo snorted lightly and didn't say anything more. squatted in front of the tombstone and began to burn incense for his grandfather.

"Did you encounter a demon a few days ago?" Old Man Zhao squinted his eyes and suddenly asked, "You have a smell on your body."

Li Moyi shuddered unconsciously. How did the old man know?!!!!! Does he smell it?!

"Are you Mr. Cleansing?" Li Moyi asked cautiously. The name of this profession, Li Moyi, learned it from Blake.

"I'm walking with your grandfather." Old Man Zhao sighed: "Your grandfather's life is thin, and the time will be gone before the time comes, and it is a pity that there is no chance to drink with him."

"Are you kidding?" Li Moyi frowned and said, "My grandfather himself said that it was a happy funeral and the years were all over."

"You know something." Old Man Zhao glanced at him and snorted coldly: "The number of years he said is the number of years after his birthday, if he listens to me, doesn't accept that business, and doesn't do that, he can live at least ten more years!"

"You mean," Li Moyi said in confusion, "My grandfather took a deal and lost ten years of his life?"