Having said so much, I always feel that something is missing, a person, a thing, or a story that belongs only to one person, I think this is very important, we can't just rely on our own imagination to join in other people's thoughts, and this will not get much meaning.

I think Luo Hui should have his own thoughts in his heart. Everything that follows should be said by Luo Hui's tone, so that the true meaning of this story can be reflected.

It was when I was in junior high school, and I was also in the second year of junior high school, and there was no big problem with learning, and I was repeating it every day from school to home, and I was young, and I didn't understand some things, and I didn't want to understand, because I didn't want to think about children's work and rest in the way of adults, and children who pretended to be adults were naïve, so they didn't understand anything, and they had to pretend to be capable, which looked very annoying.

My parents have been at odds since they were very young, because of such things, the neighbors who often make trouble go out to persuade them, but most of them are fruitless, it was at that time that my heart began to become cold little by little, there was no temperature, and I began to torture myself, but it was okay at that time, I had an amiable grandfather, and fortunately, I met a friend later.

Originally, my new home was not too far from my hometown, and the distance from the school was also very close, but then I moved in with my grandfather because of the heavy academic workload and too noisy, and it was during that time that I learned to cook, and I also heard a lot about the experience of our family, as well as my grandfather's lifelong dedication to this family. And stories about grandpa.

I am glad that I was admitted to the school I wanted when I went on to higher education, and I continued my previous cold attitude, treating teachers with respect and friendliness to my classmates.

But everyone walks on this lonely road, and always needs someone to accompany them, especially a young man like me who is sad in his heart, I really need it. However, the unforeseen circumstances finally came.

Grandma died early, and my grandfather took care of the old house in our hometown, and I asked my grandfather to go with me when I moved, but my grandfather said that he was reluctant and did not want to leave. So I had to stay, and every day I would deliver the food to my grandfather's bedroom, or dinner table, and then go to school.

One morning, when I knocked on my grandfather's door, he didn't come out and open the door. I thought that what my grandfather said was heavy, but when I went to the bedroom, I saw my grandfather lying quietly on the cold bed, and there was no breath at all.

Grandpa's illness has been around for a long time, and that's what I know. I also know the root cause of my grandfather's lifelong illness for this family, and I also prepare the medicine for my grandfather every day, and then watch him eat it and then go to school. But why is it that all of a sudden, it is gone? I couldn't understand, I couldn't understand, those unforgivable looks.

After my grandfather's funeral was ready, I continued my studies, and my parents asked me to move back home, and after living for a while, I still didn't feel used to it, so I moved back to my grandfather's place. At that time, I was a freshman in high school, and I felt painful, but I didn't show it.

I just don't want to show it, I don't want to be too cowardly.

Soon I will be in the second year of high school, and the arts and sciences will also be divided. One day, a girl in the same class, Ah Sheng, asked me, do you have any extra place to live there, I don't like to live in school, I will give you rent, you give me a room, we can live together peacefully, and spend the remaining two years together. Would you like to?

Did she say yes? I snorted and laughed, why did I want to propose so much in the eyes of Duoxin?

But then I still let her move to the place where I lived, a total of two rooms, one for me, one for her, the kitchen and toilet shared, and later I also told my parents about it, without discussion, it was a notice, because my grandfather later wrote my name on the real estate deed, and there was a sum of money. I don't want to hear too much from them, or rather to persuade them. Then they came twice and never came again. Probably because we really resemble it. There are some things that we all know and understand.

People often say that those who have experienced enlightenment often know how to cherish, but in our youth, aren't we learning to grow up, feeling the warmth of our parents, and our friends are yearning for youth carefree and free? How can everything around me be so real like me. I don't think I'm nothing, but everything that happens around me is an experience, and it's about making myself strong and learning to take responsibility.