It was a summer forty-one years ago, when Li Wenji was just one year old.

Lee Man-kit's father's name is Lee Kam Tim and he is a photographer. Her mother's name is Shen Muchen, and she is a writer who loves romance.

On that day, Li Wenji's parents had a whim to drive out for a self-driving trip, saying that they would travel all over the mountains and rivers.

The old man did not object to this, the only thing he disagreed with was that Li Wenji's parents wanted to take their son of this age with him.

The old man felt that Li Wenji was still too young at that time, so he always and resolutely disagreed.

In the end, both sides made a compromise. The old man personally took his grandson and went on a road trip with them.

The old man thought to himself at the time that he would feel much more at ease to have his own personal care along the way, so he didn't worry about any problems, and he could stay with his parents every day, watching the mountains and rivers, what a good day.

In the days when the journey began, it was indeed as expected, the journey was very smooth and comfortable, stopping and stopping, eating and drinking, and teasing the little one.

Until the day on the road to Ningzhou, the old man suddenly felt unwell, fainted in reality, and then kept nauseous.

But the old man has no history of motion sickness, and no one knows exactly what happened.

His face was as white as paper, and he couldn't say anything, and finally he couldn't hold back, and he couldn't find the paper bag, so he vomited all on the car seat, and vomited all the slow trains.

Li Wenji's mother, who was driving at the time, was so disgusted by this appearance that she almost fainted, and failed to stabilize the steering wheel in a panic, causing the high-speed car to deviate from the direction, and suddenly broke through the guardrail and overturned, and everyone fainted.

An hour later, the old man woke up, and Li Wenji's parents could never wake up again, and they went.

The old man found that he was covered in blood all over his body and his right leg was also fractured, and finally found Li Wenji under the stiff arched bodies of Li Jintian and Shen Muchen.

Fortunately, Li Wenji still has a heartbeat.

But he was still seriously injured and had to be taken to the hospital as soon as possible.

But the location is deserted, looking around, in addition to flowers and trees, birds and beasts, where to find a hospital.

The most desperate thing is that the only mobile phone that has not been damaged, the screen is no longer operational, and it has been tinkering with it, and finally it has run out of power.

The truth of the old man is the same as his son and daughter-in-law, but this child is still so young, how can he bear to leave it alone?

So, he was heartbroken, tried to stand up, hugged Li Wenji, dragged half a leg, fell all the way to Tingting, and walked in the direction of the original car.

From the sun shining until the dawn of the night. Along the way, the old man's mind flashed the thought of giving up countless times, he was really too tired, and there was no hope in sight.

How long is the road ahead, whether the poor boy will be able to hold out until he finds the hospital, or whether he will hold out until he finds the hospital.

The old man had tears in his eyes, he wanted to cry loudly, he wanted to scold himself, and he wanted to end himself with a knife.

Looking at the starry sky, and thinking about yesterday, the day before yesterday, or more happy times, his mood was so dim that he even began to close his eyes.

However, just when the old man was about to give up, Li Wenji suddenly woke up and cried, and at that moment, the old man hugged his grandson tightly and cried bitterly, and his hope was ignited again.

At that moment, the old man gritted his teeth again and stood up, looked up at the sky, and sighed. Then he continued to walk forward, and at this moment, the old man would never move the idea of giving up again. Because, he is already sorry for his son and his former lover.

He was like a demon, his weak body seemed to be incarnated into an iron wall, even if it was cold and cold, his pace continued to move forward, like a candle flame about to burn out, and when the tears flowed out, he could still offer some light and heat.

Finally, the old man's body began to shake, like a candle flame swaying in the wind, and several times it wandered on the edge of extinguishing.

Are tears really going to be flu?

How long can a candle burn?

The sky is not as expected, the dark clouds are beginning to lose the moon, the wind in the face is also beginning to become sharp, cold to the bone, is the heavy rain coming to extinguish this last glimmer of light?

The sound of death began to come from his ears constantly, hazy and distant, and he was most afraid of getting clearer and clearer.

The old man was terrified, like a summer night in the freeze, and his heart was so cold that his whole body trembled.

He no longer dared to look up at the sky, the dark clouds like ink only made him more desperate. The old man tried his best to maintain a bowed posture that barely allowed him to see the road, step by step, shallow and deep, but with blood, it was extremely gloomy.

The old man shouted hoarsely: I don't want this cruel result, if I can, I can have more strength, let me bury my grandchildren alive, don't let this poor baby become a lonely ghost in the wilderness, God......

Eventually, the last of his strength was used up, and Sasha's throat could no longer make a sound. I'm tired of running around and I've already overdrawn my body, so I don't even have the strength to cry.

Even if the wind and cold were far away, his body would be cold, and when his body swayed more and more violently like a candle, he knelt on the ground with blood-red glasses.

The old man took off his coat and pulled it on his grandson. Then he crawls on the ground, sliding his fingertips and making a pit on the ground with a movement that looks like a muscle reaction.

Finally, lightning flashed and thundered, and the moment the rain fell, the fingers stopped moving.

Fortunately, the candle flame can be regenerated, and the rain soaks into the body, allowing the dry tears to fill the gap.

The next day, a cry from the doll woke the old man from his fainting.

......

The old man found himself lying in a hospital bed, convinced that he was still alive, because what he had done would not go to heaven.

Just as he was about to get up to look for his grandson, despite the tubes and pain stuck in his body, a doctor recently held him down.

The doctor said, "Don't move, your grandson is fine." ”

Hearing this, the old man burst into tears again, as if he had drained away the tears that had filled him last night, and in an instant he wet his shoulders and pillow.

The old man clasped the doctor's hand and said, "Thank you!" Thank you! ”

The doctor said calmly: "Don't thank me, thank the truck driver who passed by last night, he sent you to you"

......

The old man woke up and couldn't remember anything but his grandson, and he didn't even know why he was here.

This hospital was just a township health center, and before the old man could recover, he was thrown out, because the old man could not see a penny of his whole body.

Seeing that he was stupid and couldn't remember anything, the doctor thought he was pretending to be crazy and stupid.

After leaving this somewhat warm and cold hospital, the old man had nowhere to go. With the movements in his memory, he slowly walked forward with his grandson bowed his head.

In half a year, he has traveled all the way through the north and south of the river, begging all the way, and he is still alive, because no one can pretend to be pitiful, and the love of passers-by will not make him so disgusting.

This day is not the most bitter, because there is true love everywhere in the world.

Until the old man walked into Nanshu City with his grandson, on the afternoon of the wind and sunshine, his ordeal came again.

As usual, in the crowded area of pedestrians, he dragged his half-lame leg motionless, but in a moment the tattered little wooden bowl was full of coins and some food and drink.

After happily feeding his grandchildren, he ate some more.

I don't know how long it took, but somewhere he slept until dawn the next day.

When I woke up and went to the crowded downtown again, those originally sad eyes could no longer be seen, even disgusted and spurned.

After walking for a while, someone couldn't help but come up and beat him.

Fortunately, amnesia does not make him stupid, and when someone hits him, he runs, although half a leg is not good for ropes, and running does not delay things at all.

In this way, in the eyes of the world like hungry wolves, a difficult wandering began.

During this period, there was no shortage of stealing chickens and dogs, but it was also a last resort, at least there was no murder and arson, and they did their best.