The oil is out of the lamp... Is this the irreversible cycle of nature?

With tears in her eyes, Luo Yi bit her lower lip and didn't speak.

"Xiaoyi, don't be too sad."

Liang Miaoyi patted her shoulder and sighed softly.

"Xiaoyi, you might as well think about it from another angle, Grandma Yun is also an 80-90-year-old old man, and it is not easy for her to live alone in this world. Although we are very concerned about taking care of her, we are not her family after all, and we can't be by her side all the time, so it is not difficult to imagine that the difficulties and loneliness she has to face are also a huge challenge in her life. ”

comforting Luo Yi, who was silent, Liang Miaoyi's heart was actually very sad.

If such a respectable old man is really gone, under this tall magnolia tree in the future, in this quaint two-story building, there will be no more Grandma Yun who is talked about by children all day long.

Lowering her head sadly, Liang Miaoyi picked up a tissue and wiped the tears overflowing from her eyes.

"Hmm... I know. ”

With a soft "um", Luo Yi's answer was as thin as a gnat.

In fact, she understood what Liang Miaoyi said, but when she thought that she would never see the amiable Grandma Yun again in the future, her heart was as uncomfortable as a knife.

Among all her memories, the one that left the deepest impression on her was that in front of this quaint house, there was a grandmother Yun wearing an old-fashioned cheongsam and meticulously combing the snow white silver threads, sitting on a rocking chair under the tall magnolia tree, holding a clay bowl and peeling her favorite melon seeds.

Will all of this really remain in the depths of her memory in the future?

The mist in her eyes spread uncontrollably and accumulated, and she was so uncomfortable that she seemed to be ruthlessly deprived of her breath.

Raising her head, she didn't want the overflowing tears to burst out of her eyes, but in the end it was still difficult to stop its flow.

Her thoughts drifted back to that day in early autumn not long ago, when Grandma Yun sat on an old rocking chair under the tree and said to her jokingly:

"Luo girl, you have to hurry up and talk about another boyfriend, bring him back and let Grandma Yun take a good look at him, and see if he is worthy of such a good girl as us."

When Grandma Yun said this, her face, which had precipitated the traces of time, smiled like a blooming flower, which was so unforgettable to her.

In the blink of an eye, it's just that from autumn to winter, why is all this ready to become an eternal farewell?

Tears flowed silently, and Luo Yi clung to the hard wooden back of her chair, and she endured the churning pain in her heart.

The pain was like a sharp dagger plunging into her chest, stirring and dripping her blood.

This kind of pain has been experienced three times in her short 21 years.

For the first time, it was her father who left this world and left her;

The second time, it was her ex-boyfriend Qiao Linxi who broke up with her and left her;

The third time was that her Grandma Yun was about to leave this world and leave her.

She endured these heartaches again and again, and her heart was crushed into sand.

"Xiaoyi, don't be cranky, you can rush back to see Grandma Yun this time, which has made Grandma Yun very happy."

took out a few tissues and stuffed them into Luo Yi's hand, and Liang Miaoyi wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes again.

"Let's go to the market, go to the market and buy some ingredients that Grandma Yun likes and come back, I'll come over to help later."

"No need Aunt Liang, let me take care of Grandma Yun today."

Sucking into his red nose, Roy wiped away the tears that had snaked from his face.

The neighbors in this area often take turns to come over to visit and take care of Grandma Yun, but if you really count it, Liang Miaoyi has more time to take care of Grandma Yun.

"Xiaoyi, can you really be alone?"

Looking at the petite little body in front of her, Liang Miaoyi subconsciously felt a little uneasy.

"Yes, you've been working hard this time, so if you're really not at ease, I'll call you right away if you have something."

Luo Yi's words were sincere and sincere, which made Liang Miaoyi's slightly mellow face bloom with a relieved smile.

"It's not hard, everyone takes turns to come over to help, everyone is the same."

Saying this, she lowered her head and thought about it before nodding in agreement:

"Okay, I haven't cleaned up at home for a long time, so I'll go back and clean up first, and remember to call me immediately if you have something."

"yes, okay."

After deciding, Liang Miaoyi walked out of the room, took his umbrella from the wall and walked down the steps.

Following Liang Miaoyi out the door, Luo Yi watched her walk into the continuous drizzle, until the blurred figure turned into the alley...

Back in the house, Luo Yi came to the bed and leaned over to see that the old man was sleeping calmly and peacefully with a smile on the corner of his mouth. Smiling and bending down, she put the hand that had reached out of the quilt back into the quilt.

As soon as she held the old man's thin hand, she found that the old man was holding something in his hand.

Opening the old man's hand, a brown wooden hairpin with a shiny luster appeared in front of her. Although it is very old, you can still clearly see the delicate and delicate lines on it, and with just a few strokes, it is vividly depicted as a phoenix with wings spreading.

Isn't this the phoenix hairpin that Grandpa Yan gave to Grandma Yun?

Her lips pursed, and her long eyelashes were a little wet.

This is the love that he has followed all his life...

She took out the meaningful phoenix hairpin from the old man's hand, and placed it next to the old man's pillow, so that the old man could see this spiritual pillar phoenix hairpin the moment he woke up.

Lifting the corner of the quilt, she put the old man's slightly cold hand into the quilt, tucked the soft quilt down a little tighter, and then gently brushed away the snow-like silver hair on the old man's forehead.

After sitting on a stool and waiting for a few minutes, the old man did not have any signs of coughing, except that his breathing sometimes became a little short.

Relieved, Roy decided to go out and buy ingredients now.

Closing the door, she opened the big dark purple umbrella and walked out of the alley along the wet path.

Coming to the small market not far from the alley, she walked along the rows of vegetable stalls. When she sees fresh and suitable ingredients, she will stop from time to time to inspect them. So when she came out of most of the market, she had already carried a large shopping bag in her hand.

Propping up her umbrella again, she walked back to the alley where she had come.

Not long after, she stepped on the yellow leaves falling under the magnolia tree and returned to the eaves of the house where the beaded curtains kept dripping.

Bringing the ingredients into the humble kitchen, she gently dusted off the tiny droplets of water on her body, and then began to scrub the dusty clay pots and chopsticks.

Washing the japonica rice she had just bought from the bag into a clay pot, she turned on the natural gas that she hadn't used for a long time.