Since that kissing incident, the relationship between Zhang Yong and Li Li has become a little delicate.

The days that followed were uneventful, and Zhang Yong was no longer hostile to Li Li, and Li Li also chatted with Zhang Yong for various reasons and excuses, their relationship became much closer, and Zhang Yong also had an inexplicable affection for Li Li.

In the blink of an eye, three months have passed since the intense and fulfilling high school life.

It was another weekend, the wind was sunny and sunny, Zhang Yong walked out of the school gate with Li Li as usual. After Zhang Yong and Li Li said goodbye to each other, Zhang Yong got on the bus home with a little excitement, looking forward to it.

After the bus arrived at the station, Zhang Yong got off the bus quickly, walked on the country road, looked at the rows of red bricks and green tiles in the village, looked at the green trees, looked at the farmers who were working hard in the fields, and looked at the extremely familiar and friendly scenes around him, he was extremely excited.

Zhang Yong has not been home for nearly half a month, his home is a little far away from the school, and going home every week will delay a lot of time, Zhang Yong in order not to affect his studies, he basically goes home once every two weeks, and he is excited every time he wants to go home.

After getting out of the car, he had to walk more than ten miles, and Zhang Yong was also used to it. When Zhang Yongyuan saw the door of his house, he didn't see what was in front of his house, but he felt different from before, and he didn't think much about it when he looked a little colorful.

Looking at the home not far away, his heart was stirred, Zhang Yong strode towards home, wanting to see the family he missed, his father, his mother, his younger brothers and sisters, and his grandparents......

However, Zhang Yong became more and more frightened as he walked, and he saw from a distance that the villagers were walking in the direction of his house one after another, and it stands to reason that there should not be so many people near his house.

The surrounding villagers looked at him with strange eyes as if they wanted to say something, and some villagers were greeting him, Zhang Yong responded to everyone with a smile, while those villagers looked at him with meaningful eyes.

Zhang Yong was a little hairy by them, so he grabbed a villager and asked, "Uncle Liu, is there something wrong in our village?" Why they didn't look at me right? ”

Uncle Liu asked in surprise, "You don't know?" ”

Zhang Yong looked at Uncle Liu with some confusion and said, "What do you know?" Does it have anything to do with my family? ”

Uncle Liu sighed and said a little hesitantly, "Child, you ...... Grandfather...... Gone ......."

When Zhang Yong heard this, he suddenly felt like a thunderbolt from the sky, and he couldn't believe that it was true. Uncle Liu's words were not heard clearly at all.

Zhang Yong strode towards his home, he didn't believe it was true, he wanted to see it for himself, to ask, but the more he ran, the more cold his heart became, he saw the wreaths leaning against the courtyard wall, saw the white couplets pasted on both sides of the door, and saw the villagers who came out of his house one after another.

Zhang Yong's heart was in a panic, he stumbled towards home, when he walked to the door, he stood there blankly, endured the pain in his heart, pretended to be strong, and slowly walked towards home step by step.

The moment Zhang Yong walked into the courtyard gate, the whole world became colorless, the courtyard was full of white, white couplets were pasted in front of each door, the family members wearing white linen mourning clothes were busy, the white "driving the crane to the west" on the black mourning shed seemed to move, and it lingered in his mind, and the coffin that stopped in the center of the courtyard deeply pierced his heart.

Zhang Yong's heart went blank, everything in front of him gradually blurred, and big tears slipped from his eyes. He couldn't see the people around him, he didn't know where he was, and walked towards the coffin in a daze.

"Yong'er, you're back."

Zhang Yong heard a familiar voice calling his name, and he couldn't remember whose voice it was for a while, as if his grandfather who was far away was whispering in his ear. Zhang Yong did not respond to the voice and continued to walk towards the coffin.

Zhang Yong wanted to see the grandfather who kissed him and loved him for the last time, he walked to the coffin and found that the coffin had been sealed, Zhang Yong's whole body was weak, and he collapsed to the ground and couldn't help crying anymore.

After crying for a while, Zhang Yong felt that someone was gently patting him on the shoulder, still talking about something, Zhang Yong was already immersed in his own world and couldn't hear it clearly.

Zhang Yong looked at the portrait in front of the coffin, a little distracted, the grandfather in the portrait was wearing a Mao suit, smiling and kind, Zhang Yong thought about the grandfather's voice and smile before his death, and couldn't extricate himself for a long time.

"Xiaoyong, have you been tired of studying lately?" Grandpa asked with concern.

"Xiaoyong, isn't the school food not very good? You see you're thin again. Grandpa stroked him distressedly.

"Xiaoyong, you're back, come to grandpa, let grandpa take a good look at you." Grandpa was looking forward to him.

"Xiaoyong, your hair is so long, go get a haircut."

"Xiao Yong ......"

"Xiao Yong ......"

……

The scenes of the past filled Zhang Yong's heart, the caring questions, the kind eyes, the kind appearance, the bits and pieces of the past lingered in Zhang Yong's heart, and they couldn't be waved away for a long time.

Zhang Yong doesn't know if his old man walked peacefully, whether he suffered pain when he left, whether he still had unfulfilled wishes, and whether there were people and things that he couldn't let go.

Grandpa's funeral was held step by step, and Zhang Yong was immersed in his own world and couldn't extricate himself, all the funeral processes, Zhang Yong followed behind others step by step, he had no idea, no thinking, and let others fiddle with her in every way.

The coffin was slowly lowered into the pit, then filled in little by little, and finally piled into a small earthen bag, inserted into the tombstone, and placed on the offering table.

Zhang Yong watched all this coldly, and his heart was also buried by the soil that filled the pit with a spade and a spade.

"Goodbye grandpa, I hope you are well in heaven, not being able to see you for the last time is a pain in my heart that can never be repaired." Zhang Yong thought secretly with tears in his eyes.

Zhang Yong once told his grandfather that when he grew up, he would let his grandfather enjoy it, but his grandfather did not wait for that day to come. Zhang Yong was remorseful, and his son wanted to raise but did not wait for him.

When Zhang Yong came back, his grandfather had already sealed the coffin and was about to be buried, and if he came back one day later, I am afraid that he would not even be able to see his grandfather's coffin.

Zhang Yong was not able to take care of him before his grandfather died, and he couldn't take a last look at his old man when his grandfather left, and he also didn't keep a vigil for his grandfather, Zhang Yong's heart was dripping blood.

Grandpa's funeral was successfully completed, and the villagers who came to mourn had already left, but Zhang Yong was still in his soul, as if his soul had also left with his grandfather.