Yesterday, Xiaoyou's grandfather passed away, and it was more than six o'clock in the evening. Xiao You was quite happy after a busy day's classes, and Xiao You's father also bought a fish to make a boiled fish to treat me, because Xiao You did well in the final exam this time.

As a result, last night my dad suddenly answered a phone call from my grandmother telling him that my grandpa was going to die.

My dad quickly cleaned up (as he was packing up the fish) hurriedly got dressed and went out. I took an ambulance, but I didn't go to the hospital, I couldn't do it directly at home, and it was not good to do any cardiopulmonary resuscitation massage injections, and I died not long after.

When I got a call from my father, I quickly ate a bite of food with my mother and went to my grandmother's house.

However, my grandfather was long gone when I went. The moment I saw my grandfather's body, my mood was really mixed, and now I finally know the meaning of this word, why is it so uncomfortable?

Looking at the person lying on the bed with a pale face and slightly purple lips, my heart is really very uncomfortable, sullen, and I know it myself, because this person has already lost his breath, and it is impossible to open his eyes again.

The only thing to be happy about is that he walked peacefully, he did not suffer from illness, his health is not very good, now it is better to walk quietly than to endure physical pain, my grandmother is very open-minded, she is very happy, because my grandfather did not suffer a little, but I know that she herself is not well, so I say this just to give my children a comfort.

In fact, we all know it, but we all keep pretending that we don't know anything, and since we want to be strong, let's pretend to be together.

I cried, my cousin couldn't cry, and I just cried silently, without making a sound, because I wanted to be strong, although I told myself over and over again in my heart that I couldn't cry or cry, but I couldn't control it, tears like no money, soaked my eyes again and again, I didn't realize that I was already in tears.

I've also read a lot of novels, the protagonists are very powerful, what a wonderful hand to rejuvenate, I actually hope for a moment that I can become like this, have superb medical skills, and pull people back from the line of death.

But none of this is possible, isn't it? Fiction is just a consolation for myself, or a way to make money, and I've always understood it, but I've always had this luxury in my heart, even though it seems particularly unreal.

My grandmother opened a bottle of beer by herself, filled it for herself, and drank it silently, I just smiled far-fetchedly, in the face of grandpa's departure, each of us was very unhappy in our hearts, but I knew that the people who had left would not come back, and the people who stayed could only try their best to fill the remaining gaps and try to live better.

My grandmother said over and over again that grandpa's death was like a joke, she always talked about my grandpa, she said that my grandpa told her to always be with her, so that she could have a companion, and always said that trying to live longer could not leave my grandma alone, but he did not achieve all this after all, so suddenly, without any expectation, my grandma chattered while drinking,

"As soon as I lay down, he would cover me and say that he couldn't let me catch a cold, because if he did, there would be no one to take care of him." Speaking of this, my grandmother smiled, I know that some words don't match the preamble, but it is a memory that belongs to the two of them, I know, she is missing.

The person who has accompanied her for more than 50 years is gone after all, maybe she has expected it a long time ago, although she has been smiling, saying that she is glad that my grandfather did not sin earlier, but I know that this is just a strong old man who buried the bitterness, pain and melancholy in his heart, and silently opened it in the dead of night, their memories, silently felt the taste of tears.

Tomorrow is the time for the funeral, and I think that although the painful things are coming, and the healing needs an opportunity, it will always pass.

The only regret is that I didn't accompany my grandfather more before he passed away, because of the busy schoolwork, the last time I went was on New Year's Day, I thought that I would go on vacation in a few days, but I never thought that people would be gone, and the meeting on New Year's Day became eternal.

This is the first time in my life, in these fifteen years, my life is full of sunshine, and now it is time to hone it, the first funeral I attended turned out to be my grandfather, this is something I never thought of in fifteen years, time is the best medicine to heal, although life is temporarily clouded, but there will be a day when it will dissipate, and all of us can get out of this shadow.

Yes, I've always believed that. ——2016.1.14