In late autumn, the courtyard of Rest Road was full of fallen leaves, and Miss Cao rarely forgot to water the plants in the pots.

Sixteen-year-old Si Wang came as promised, bringing something that the elderly could eat. The old lady and the teenager had become friends for months, seeing each other almost every weekend, and last time she asked bluntly, "Are you like her?" ”

She never called Yin Yu's name, and he suspected that the "she" in Miss Cao's mouth was actually "him".

"Oh?"

"Who were you in your last life?"

"I'm just an ordinary person, I lived to die at the age of twenty-five, not as vigorous as her, so I envy her very much, and I envy you even more - Miss Cao."

"Twenty-five?" His wrinkled lips trembled a little, and the old man beckoned, "Child, come to me." ”

As if the old lady's great-grandson, Si Wang snuggled in her arms and listened to her slow and heavy heartbeat.

"I've been married, but I've never had children. During the Anti-Japanese War, he had a miscarriage because he fled from the countryside. She stroked his hair gently, "I want to have a child, but I can't." My husband later went to Taiwan and actually became a big man, and got married and had children there. In the 80s of the 20th century, he went back to the mainland to see me, and he never contacted me again, and later I saw his death in the newspaper. I've seen so many kills and killings with my own eyes, and you'll never be able to repay your hatred, you know? ”

"But ......"

"The son said on the river, the deceased is like a husband, reluctant to give up day and night!"

The old lady only said a word, then closed her eyes and fell asleep.

At this moment, Si Wang walked into Miss Cao's study and found that her complexion was very bad, and she was slumped weakly on the recliner, and the age spots on her face were even more obvious.

She stretched out her withered, dead man's bone-like hand and squeezed a few words out of her throat: "She...... She...... Isn't it...... Die...... ......"

"Who? No, she's fine in Hong Kong, don't think about it! ”

"You're lying to me."

"No, I'm still emailing her."

"Last night, I dreamed of her."

It's a dream again? Could it be that Yin Yu really died in Hong Kong?

Miss Cao continued to say sadly: "She told me that she was dead. ”

Two lines of hot tears flowed down her face, Si Wang hurriedly found a handkerchief, but he couldn't wipe it off, and watched her old tears.

"Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud."

The old lady read these two sentences aloud with difficulty, as if she had breathed out the last breath of her life.

The young man silently recited the last two sentences: "Take the second flower bush lazy review, half of the cultivation and half of the king." ”

A week later, when he came to see Miss Cao on the road again, he found that the gate was locked, and the yard was full of fallen leaves. He inquired with his neighbors and found out that the old lady had died seven days earlier, the night after he left.

Si Wang knelt down at the foot of the steps and kowtowed three times.

With tears streaming down his face, he pedaled his bicycle to the other end of the rest road, the three-story old house, where a mysterious old man lived in the 80s of the twentieth century and experienced the magnificent 20th century.

A few days ago, he asked Officer Ye Xiao to investigate the true identity of the old man who lived in this house back then.

"The last Trotskyist in China." Ye Xiao was paying attention to the subtle changes in Si Wang's expression, "What are you asking him for?" ”

"Only he's seen the affirmation of his youth."

"But he died in 1992 at the age of 92."

"I know, he's my only friend."