Blinking her moist eyes, the old man pulled back her distant thoughts, and she slowly withdrew the phoenix hairpin she was holding in her hand.

"Luo girl, come here... Ahem... Fuyun grandma... Ahem..."

"Okay."

Standing up from the stool, Luo Yi stepped forward to hold the old man's arm, and when the old man supported the bed with his other hand, she first leaned the pillow on the head of the bed, and then used force with the old man at the same time, half-supporting the old man to sit on the head of the bed.

“... Ahem... Ahem, ahem..."

Just as he approached the head of the bed, the old man suddenly coughed on his back.

Maybe it was the exertion just now that made the old man's weak body unbearable. It was only after coughing uncomfortably for a while that the old man was able to catch his breath and lean back on the soft pillow.

"Alas... Cough... Grandma is really old, and her body... Ahem... The body is useless..."

Under the turned on light, the old man's pale face had a faint color of blood that appeared because of coughing.

She raised her hand tremblingly and brushed back the silver hair that had fallen over her shoulders.

"Luo girl, put the ... Cough... Bring the horn comb. ”

"Oh, good."

Retracting the hand that was patting the old man on the back, Roy turned a few steps to the simple old dresser, and she took the horn comb with a black sheen on it.

"Grandma Yun, I'll comb your hair."

Holding the horn comb that had been with the old man for a long time, Luo Yi proposed with a light smile.

"It's good, it's good."

Looking at the little girl who was particularly close to her, the old man smiled and nodded in agreement, she moved a little to the side of the bed, and handed the scattered hair to the little girl.

Holding up the shiny black horn comb, Roy gently combed the snow-white hair, which was no longer thick, and she combed it down over and over again, from left to right.

The old man's sparse white hair, pure without a hint of gray and black tones, although they looked a little boring, but also quite soft.

Massaging the old man's scalp and combing it several times, Luo Yi put down the comb, grabbed the whole bundle of silver hair with both hands, and picked up the comb to comb the hair neatly in the fixed position where the old man used to tie his hair in a bun, she delicately twisted the hair into a slightly loose rope, and then turned it in a circle on it.

With one hand fixing the already formed bun, she gently inserted the phoenix hairpin handed over by the old man into the perfect bun.

Finish.

She took a round mirror from the dresser and placed it in front of the old man.

"Grandma Yun, take a look."

Looking at himself in the round mirror, the old man slowly stretched out his hand and stroked the phoenix hairpin that had been with her all her life. Then, she turned her head slightly, so that the phoenix hairpin in the mirror reflected more clearly.

Stretching out her hands, the old man took the mirror over, looking at herself in the mirror who had obviously lost a lot of weight and her complexion was no longer bloody, she stretched out her finger to the mirror and touched the big eyes that were once watery, the cheeks that were once ruddy and full, the straight nose bridge that had been gently scraped by him, and the lips that had been naturally pink and shiny...

At that time, she was just 18, and now in a blink of an eye, she is 88 years old...

"Luo girl, Grandma Yun... Is it still good-looking? ”

The year he left, she was still a flowery bride, and now she... Does he still recognize it?

"Of course, Grandma Yun is the best-looking grandma."

Sitting next to the old man, Luo Yi's hand roamed in the mirror and stroked the reflected facial features one by one.

"You see, these eyes are the most divine eyes, this nose is the most beautiful nose, this mouth is the most convincing mouth, and this face is the most memorable face."

Yes, beautiful skins will eventually be lost with the passage of time, and what can be left behind is the most precious inner quality of people.

"Luo girl, you are the best at talking and making Grandma Yun happy."

The old man smiled with relief, and she put down the mirror and stroked Luo Yi's little face.

Only this girl is the most to her heart.

"Grandma Yun, let's drink porridge, if you don't drink it again, the porridge will be cold."

With a warm smile at the old man, Luo Yi put the mirror and comb back on the dresser, and she picked up a bowl of porridge from the tray on the table next to her, and used a spoon to put the top layer of porridge that had turned into warm porridge and the fragrant coriander powder in front of Grandma Yun.

"Grandma Yun, I'll feed you."

As she spoke, she brought the spoon close to the old man's mouth.

"Girl, I can do it myself."

At the old man's insistence, Luo Yi had to put the bowl of porridge back into the tray, and then set up a small folding table for the old man and placed it on the old man's legs.

She took out her bowl of porridge, and carefully placed it on the small table held up by the old man along with the bowl of porridge and the tray.

"Grandma Yun, slow down, the porridge is still hot."

Coughing twice, the old man picked up the spoon and put the porridge in small sips and tried it.

"Girl, the lily yam porridge you made is still so much in line with Grandma Yun's appetite."

Grinning, the old man put the porridge with just the right temperature into his mouth, and the toothless mouth chewed slowly, eating with relish.

"Luo girl, how was the last thing I told you?"

Blowing some hot porridge in the spoon, Grandma Yun opened her mouth as if unintentionally.

What happened last time?

Roy paused, she put down her spoon and looked at the old man.

Boyfriend thing?

"Have you talked about a boyfriend?"

Before she could confirm her suspicions, the old man had already revealed the answer first.

"Uh... Not yet..."

Glancing at the old man who cared about him, Luo Yi's answer was a little hesitant.

She gave Mu Danchen a chance to get close to herself, but now they haven't reached the point of boyfriend and girlfriend, although it is undeniable that her feelings for him have become a little subtle.

"Luo girl, can't you let go of the past?"

The old man also put down the spoon in her hand, and she looked at the handsome girl sitting in front of her.

Since this girl joined the work, she has seen her less and less, so she has fewer and fewer opportunities to talk to her.

I don't think she has much to live, if there is anything else worth her care about in this world, I'm afraid it's only this girl.

The old man's words made Luo Yi lower her eyelashes, and she pursed her lips, in a dilemma.

If it was, the old man would be worried about her; If not, the old man would have asked her why she hadn't brought her new boyfriend back to show her.

Just as she didn't know how to answer the question, the old man said to her earnestly:

"Girl, Grandma Yun told you, everything is as you like, follow the original intention of your heart."

It's all up to you... Listen to the heart...

"If you haven't been able to let go, try to try again; If your heart tells you that there is no possibility for you, then try to forget, try to accept a new relationship. ”

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