I don't know if it's because this year's spring is coming on this morning, or if the temperature is high by chance, Shi Jiaojiao felt for the first time that City B was indeed a little warmer than City A. The spring flowers on the side of the courtyard corridor have bloomed, and the entire branch is crowded with cross-shaped golden flowers, and the branches are growing radially from the roots, and the flowers are like fireworks that are still in bloom, so gorgeous and enthusiastic. Shi Jiaojiao wore the navy blue cotton shoes given by the dean, and walked to the small cafeteria with the dishes and chopsticks that the old man had eaten for breakfast.

"Eat them all?" The woman who was counting the ingredients looked at the empty bowl and said in amazement, "It's been a long time since I've seen the old gentleman eat so well!" Shi Jiaojiao saw that the other old people's dishes and chopsticks had been cleaned and tidied up, so she washed the dishes by the pool, and when the faucet came out, it turned out to be warm water, and she exclaimed unexpectedly, "Wow, it's so warm." Dean Zhang glanced up at Shi Jiaojiao's back, returned his gaze to the cabbage in his hand, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect it, all kinds of facilities here are top-notch." It was Mr. Zhang who was thoughtful, because of him, we people live more comfortably than some old people in the family! ”

Shi Jiaojiao stacked the washed dishes into the cupboard, shook the water in her hand towards the sink, turned around and nodded approvingly, and said warmly: "He is indeed a very good person." "Then why did you separate?" The woman's question was straightforward, her eyes were pure puzzled, Shi Jiaojiao raised her eyebrows, "It's just not suitable." The woman frowned regretfully, Shi Jiaojiao tilted her head and smiled, "I forgot to tell you that I am getting married next month." ”

The woman's expression was mixed with joy and sorrow, and it took a long time before she said, "Yes, what a great joy, and we all bless you." Shi Jiaojiao lowered her head, the shadow of her eyelashes covered her eyes, and said, "Well, I will send a lot of candy to my grandparents." The happy event couldn't discuss the joyful atmosphere between the two of them, and even became more and more embarrassing, Shi Jiaojiao had no choice but to clap her hands relaxedly, "Then I'll go to grandpa, I just said noisily, I haven't listened to me for a long time!" Dean Zhang nodded, looked at Shi Jiaojiao's swinging hair when she left for a moment, shook her head and said helplessly, "Yes, after all, Miss Jiang is back again......"

Shi Jiaojiao came to Zhang Kun's grandfather's room, and the nurse Sister Zhao was whispering to ask Zhang Kun the doctor who had come to Gu for the old man, and what to pay attention to when using the new medicine. Shi Jiaojiao immediately understood, bent down slightly, and walked in lightly. Because the curtains were drawn, the interior was not as bright as the outside, and the breeze occasionally lifted a corner of the curtains in order to let in the windows not close. Shortly after breakfast, the old man fell into a coma-like sleep to compensate for the extreme tiredness caused by the inability to fall asleep in the middle of the night.

The old man was asleep in a position that could be called *, lying straight on his back, with his hands on his chest on his chest, his fingertips peeking out from his chest-length mouth, his shoulders up exposed, his skin sagging downward when he was not affected by external forces, his sunken cheeks making him look stern, and the sadness of being taken away by time. The whole gesture, in the dim and unclear light, gives people an extremely bad heavy association. Shi Jiaojiao shook her head and instinctively took two steps back.

The old man's chest suddenly rose and fell violently twice and then calmed down, which made the cranky Shi Jiaojiao really startled, and wanted to help him pull the quilt up a little, but he was afraid of interrupting his more precious sleep. Her eyes swept over the old man's pillow and saw a gray, old book with a gray cover, a print-style portrait of a black-and-white foreigner standing in the center, and the portrait was in awkward black letters, with "Crime and Punishment" written on it. Shi Jiaojiao's heart couldn't help but tighten, this old man who was about to be ninety years old had to fight his spirit even to cope with basic survival, how could he still have the energy to read such a rebellious and agitated novel?

Perhaps the most loved of his life, everything is familiar to him, and he can't bother; Or maybe the people and things constructed in this book brought him realistic thinking and gave him spiritual replenishment...... Shi Jiaojiao walked to the head of the bed and gently stroked the cover of this old novel, the slightly cool and rough touch brought a kind of sadness. She looked at the old man's face again, the deep lines between his eyebrows and the corners of his mouth that were always closed, faintly expressing some pain buried deep in her heart.

The words on the pale yellow paper, with the rhythm of the wind blowing the curtains, are bright and dark, but this does not affect the reader's input at all, this is a very tense and tireless heavy work, just a few dozen minutes, Shi Jiaojiao is deeply immersed in it. "Kid, it's not for you." Grandpa didn't know when he woke up, thinking that this period of sleep was not bad, and his voice sounded quite energetic. "Are you awake?" Shi Jiaojiao closed the book, and when she saw that the old man was trying to lift her upper body, she hurriedly took the pillow and went over to find a comfortable and suitable position for him to talk.

Shi Jiaojiao sat back on the small chair, picked up the book under the influence of inertia, just put it on her lap, and said to her grandfather: "It's pretty good, only a few paragraphs in one book are very attractive." The old man shook his head, meaning that he didn't mean whether such a classical old book was attractive to young people, and said vaguely: "It's too cruel, you shouldn't face this kind of ......" Shi Jiaojiao pursed her lips and smiled, more like appeasement, and said: "It's nothing grandpa, this is a novel, it's a modified cruelty, I'm not afraid." For a moment, a very strange smile flashed on the old man's face, and he didn't answer Shi Jiaojiao's words.

Pull open the curtains, and the fresh air rides the bright wind, and can't wait to drift into the house, warm. Without waiting for Shi Jiaojiao to sit back on the edge of the bed, the old man stretched his neck and asked, "Are you leaving?" Shi Jiaojiao sat down again, shook her head and said that she would not leave yet. You're always going to have to go today. The old man seemed to understand, but the understanding was undisguised frustration. Shi Jiaojiao thanked the old man for his love and trust, and said softly: "I will accompany you to leave after lunch." ”

"Hey," the old man smiled, "you can go with peace of mind, don't worry about grandpa." Shi Jiaojiao couldn't laugh, pulling the corners of her mouth, "I must come to see you often, not like this time for so long, I promise." The old man looked at the ceiling, his desolate eyes saw all his life, not to mention the kind but not so solemn oath of the younger generation, and smiled open-mindedly, "Okay, grandpa is waiting for you." ”

The old man spent a lot of strength on him, so he accompanied Shi Jiaojiao and had a meal with everyone in the small cafeteria. After lunch, Shi Jiaojiao was surrounded by everyone to say goodbye, but as soon as the grandfather got out of school, he called Sister Zhao to push the wheelchair and went back to the room early without saying a word. Relatively younger, four or five grandparents took Shi Jiaojiao's hand and sent her to the open space outside the nursing home, where a pear tree on the side of the road was pulling out new leaves.

After saying goodbye to everyone repeatedly, Shi Jiaojiao turned around and looked inside the door, and there was no movement inside. She pursed her lips and was just about to leave, when Sister Zhao pushed her grandfather out of the alley on the left side of the clearing. While Shi Jiaojiao breathed a sigh of relief, she didn't know why she wanted to cry, her eyes were red, and she hurriedly greeted her. In front of the old man, Shi Jiaojiao squatted down, held his knees, and said, "Grandpa, I mean what I say." You must be healthy and healthy, and I will bring you a lot of books to read together......"

Grandpa Zhang Kun stretched out his arm, his withered hand trembled and fell on Shi Jiaojiao's hair, flicked it lovingly, and took out a box from his side with the other hand and put it in front of Shi Jiaojiao's eyes, saying, "It's always you who send things with books, and grandpa wants to give you one today." Shi Jiaojiao hesitantly took it, and lifted the lid under the encouraging gaze of the old man, it was an old version of "Les Miserables". This is the longest book Shi Jiaojiao has ever read for the old man, she pursed her lips and held the book in her arms.