Grandma's story was told so briefly that she choked up and didn't continue.

I instinctively got curious, and kept pulling my grandmother to tell her the story. But my grandmother smiled and said, "It's meaningless to tell the story all at once, and some people don't love it if they like it too smoothly." ”

I don't understand what this sentence means, I feel that my grandmother is a woman with a story, but my grandfather's name is Chen Cheng, not Gu Yan or An Yu in the story?!

On 7/20, I pushed my grandmother to the sidewalk near a university to "see the scenery" as I used to. This time was special, my grandmother took a diary that she hadn't written in years.

"Curious about the end? Grandma is also curious? But Grandma couldn't remember. As he spoke, he opened the old diary.

It is said to be a diary, more like a very thick book.

Grandma took off her glasses and smiled wryly, "This is the end of the story, her hand trembling and pointing to the zebra crossing in the middle of the road."

We're going to leave it at that, like a kite with a broken string.

I didn't see Gu Yan again after that day, and I originally thought that this was the end of the matter.

When I woke up that day, I started to forget something, and I wrote down those miserable stories in my diary. Hehe, every time I watch it, it feels like a Korean drama.

July 20th Sunny An Yu and my birthday happy

What was supposed to be a pleasant day, what was supposed to be red joy, ended up being red fear.

There he lay with a pink rose in his arms and a ring in the flower. He lay there, motionless, just lying there, still so handsome as if he wanted to fall asleep.

"An Yu!"

My eyes dilated as I watched as the speeding car knocked him to the ground. His eyes were always looking at me with a smile, and I quickly stepped forward to pull him away, but I only witnessed the tragedy.

The sedan sped past me, the familiar side face in the driver's seat.

I rushed over and hugged the bloody An Yu, who was dying. I hurriedly dialed the phone, and he curled up in my arms. Whispered, "Siyu, your arms are so warm, it doesn't hurt at all now......"

I hugged him, gently wiped the blood on his face, comforted him and comforted myself, "Then I'll hold it tighter, it doesn't hurt." The ambulance is coming right away, fool..."

I sobbed and held back my tears.

He stretched out his trembling hand and wiped the corners of his mouth, staring at me with his fiery eyes, "Siyu, you have to be good in the future." How big the world is, you must go and see it for me. ”

Smiled wryly, not knowing what to say, "Okay! We're all in this together! If I can't walk, you will carry me on your back, and if you think I am heavy, I will beat you! ”

He hooked his lips and smiled, holding my hand, "You can't bear it." His body began to tremble, and his face became paler.

He threw his arms around my neck, tried his best to get close to my ear, and said his last words, his life.

"In July 1949, double ponytails, pink dresses, you were one year old, it was the first time I saw you.

In March 1955, you were 6 years old, and you went to the United States.

In August 1965, with a white shirt and a short skirt, you were 16 years old, and you returned to your hometown and we became classmates.

In June 1966, wearing a school uniform, you confessed to Gu Yan.

In October 1966, you left again.

In September 1969, Gu Yan proposed to you, but you refused.

In June 1970, we were together.

19… Ahem... In July 1970, we celebrated our birthday together.

In 1971, I thought... I..."

He let go, and his wish came to an abrupt end.

I shook him, "An Yu, An Yu!" An Yu, wake up! I hugged him tightly, "Is there anyone?!" Help me! ”

It had been a week since I woke up again, An Yu had already been buried, and I was not able to see him for the last time.

And the murderer was also sentenced, and I scolded like crazy in the courtroom, "Gu Yan, you bastard!" Why are you doing this! I'm sorry for you there! An Yuyu is sorry for you again! I cried and knelt on the ground, "You give me back An Yuyu... Give it back to me..."

He looked at me with tears in his eyes, "I'm sorry. In his second year in prison, he committed suicide.

When I woke up, I always forgot about things, and my scattered memories were recorded in my diary.

Grandma closed the diary and breathed a sigh of relief.

I didn't know what to say, "Then why did you end up with Grandpa?" ”

Grandma smiled, "Life doesn't stop, why stop?" "Maybe God is not fair, but he is very kind to grandma, and there is nothing wrong with forgetting.

In the summer of 2018, my grandmother passed away at the age of 70. She left with memories and joy and peace of mind.

In the other world, who will she go to?

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