"Water—I want to drink water—"

Xu Jiaren felt like someone had been placed on top of the oven, about to be scorched.

My throat was dry and I felt like I was about to erupt.

"Come, drink water. Slow down. "There is a gentle and loving voice in my ears.

After a few large sips, the pain in my throat eased a little.

Xu Jiaren tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids couldn't be opened at all, and she didn't struggle a few times, and she fell asleep uncontrollably.

Wake up again, the sun is just right outside.

Bright, warm sunlight squeezed into the room through a small, dusty window.

It happened to fall on Xu Jiaren's fingertips, and the warm feeling made her consciousness gradually recover.

Enduring the headache, Xu Jiaren slowly sat up and looked around.

Overhead, the skin of the wall peeled off to form a flowery ceiling, and under the window, next to the bed, sat an old-fashioned sewing machine covered with blue floral cloth.

In this single room of less than a dozen square meters, there are all kinds of miscellaneous things in life-

Washbasins, two old-fashioned single-back sofas, an old-fashioned radio on a small, painted-off table, and a few worn-out wooden boxes stacked up behind the door......

The dilapidated, cramped, and even somewhat dirty house makes Xu Jiaren feel like a world away.

She was familiar with the small, dilapidated room, where she had lived as a child.

Many years later, she tried to forget everything in the past, but the room where she lived as a child was deeply embedded in her memory.

It's just that she can't figure it out, why is she here now?

When Xu Jiaren was wondering what was going on in front of her, the door was opened from the outside, and Aunt Zhao entered the house with a really good cloth bag.

Seeing Xu Jiaren sitting on the bed, she immediately walked to the side of the bed, reached out and touched the little guy's forehead.

"It's not burning."

Aunt Zhao touched Xu Jiaren's forehead, touched her own, and finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

Xu Jiaren looked at the old man in front of him blankly, and carefully stretched out his hand to hold it tightly.

"Grandma? Are you grandma? ”

"You're not stupid, are you? Am I not grandma or anyone? ”

Aunt Zhao gently clapped her little hand, took out an orange from the cloth pocket she was carrying, and said with a smile: "Girl, what do you think this is?" ”

"Oranges." Xu Jiaren sniffed and replied obediently.

"It's so smart, I know oranges."

Aunt Zhao said praisefully.

Oranges are an ordinary fruit, but in the 80s in the northwest town, this is a precious thing.

Xu Jiaren remembered that the price of this orange could buy seven or eight apples.

"Open your mouth, eat an orange, and you'll be cured."

Aunt Zhao carefully peeled the orange and fed a petal to Xu Jiaren.

The sweet and sour orange petals relieved Xu Jiaren's chest burning and headache a lot.

After a few bites, she fell asleep again in a daze.

She slept well this night, and did not dream a single dream.

When I woke up again, it was already a hazy sky outside.

She slept until the next day.

However, when she woke up this time, she felt that her mind was much clearer.

Everything around is no longer a blurry picture, it is starting to become clearer and clearer.

She turned her head and saw her grandmother sleeping next to her.

Xu Jiaren simply turned around and quietly looked at this old man who had been in the dust of her memory for a long time.

If you count the regrets in her life, it is definitely a matter that she didn't see the last side before her grandmother died.

The rebellion and departure from home when she was young made the old man who brought her up single-handedly heartbroken.

Many years later, Xu Jiaren will always blame herself for not being filial to her grandmother.

She once said that if she could do it all over again, she would never lose her temper with this old man again, let alone dislike her "nagging." ”

I didn't expect this extravagant and impossible wish to come true.

God seemed to have given her this chance to start over.

Thinking of this, Xu Jiaren involuntarily stretched out her hand and gently held her grandmother's hand.

Aunt Zhao was already sleeping very lightly, and when she felt movement in her hands, she woke up immediately.

"Why don't you call me when you wake up, you kid?"

"Are you hungry?"

"Do you want to pee?"

"I must be hungry, I didn't eat anything yesterday, wait, grandma will get up and cook for you now."

Aunt Zhao asked as she began to get up and dress.

Everything is as she remembers, in the sporadic pictures in her childhood memory, her grandmother is always asking her if she is hungry, if she wants to go to the toilet, if she is ......

"Grandma-" Xu Jiaren also sat up.

"Quickly get into the bed, why are you getting up so cold?" Aunt Zhao saw that the little guy also got up, nervously didn't care about dressing herself, and hurriedly urged Xu Jiaren to enter the bed.

This child is not in good health, always has a fever and is sick, the day before yesterday when he came back from the kindergarten, he has been feverish and sleepy, and the fever only subsided yesterday, Aunt Zhao didn't dare to be careless.

Carefully covered the quilt on Xu Jiaren's body, and Aunt Zhao breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at the child who was shrunk into a ball in the quilt and staring at her with big eyes, Aunt Zhao frightened and said, "Don't you dare to get up directly from the bed, you just need to pay attention to this disease." If you catch a cold again, grandma is going to take you for an injection, do you know? ”

"Hmm. Got it. Xu Jiaren snorted and replied.

In fact, she wanted to hug her grandmother just now, but she didn't expect it to make her so nervous.

It wasn't until Aunt Zhao got dressed and folded the quilt that Xu Jia was allowed to get up from the quilt.

Seeing that Grandma was holding the clothes and wanted to help herself put them on, Xu Jiaren subconsciously said, "Grandma, I'll wear it myself." ”

Aunt Zhao was stunned and asked in disbelief, "Do you wear it yourself?" ”

This child is talking nonsense again, where will she dress herself?

Although she is four years old, she has never let Xu Jiaren wear clothes by herself.

"Well, grandma, I'll just wear it myself in the future."

Xu Jiaren picked up the clothes and put them on skillfully, picked up the woolen pants on the bed and put them on, and finally went down to the ground to put on her shoes, and tied her shoes.

When she finished doing this, she looked up and found her grandmother staring at her.

"Grandma? What's wrong with you? I'm dressed. ”

"Oh - you wear ...... Dressed? ”

This kid just put on his clothes neatly like an adult.

But the day before, she still had to be reminded by her side to even get dressed and stretch her arms......

"Grandma? I'm dressed. Xu Jiaren jumped out of bed, turned around and folded the small quilt on the bed.

"Girl? Is that you? Aunt Zhao was a little panicked.

Xu Jiaren didn't know how terrifying her actions were in her grandmother's eyes.

A child who didn't even know how to wear clothes the day before will not only put on clothes and shoes the next day, but also move skillfully?

Even a quilt that she never had to fold would fold?

"Grandma? What's wrong with you? ”

Xu Jiaren didn't know why, folded the quilt and asked, "Grandma, the toilet is outside, right?" I'll go to the toilet and come back. ”

"Go...... Outside? ”

Aunt Zhao looked at the small spittoon behind the door, and then at the little back of Lisuo going out, and her hands began to tremble......

It's over, this kid must have fallen into evil!