At the end of the night, I couldn't do anything, in other words, it wouldn't have been of any use in the first place. I'm an old man, but staring at apples like this in the middle of the night can only make me laugh. But it does work a little, at least I know what I think. I don't think I'm great, and if it weren't for my grandson, I wouldn't hesitate to accept it all. But even if I don't accept it now, I can't stop anything from being small. Time is unreasonable, whether it's pushing forward or backwards. I couldn't prevent my wife from dying, or my grandson from cheating one day. But I can't let go, shouldn't the pain be borne by adults? I can't accept the tragedy of letting children accept it. However, even they themselves do not know that one day they will disappear, and no one will mourn, and they themselves will not grieve. I'm the only one who will grieve and mourn. On the bright side, maybe I'm the only one who is going backwards, and the others have mourned me long since my death, and now I'm living happily ever after, in a future that I will never know.

Since then, I've been in the library all day, but I can't read anymore. Coming here is just an escape from reality, I really can't face my grandson, the more I am accompanied, the more deep the affection, the more painful I am. Because I knew he was going to disappear eventually. But at the same time, I couldn't change anything, so my hope for the future turned into a fear. I finally understood that I was more afraid of losing than of gaining.

Finally, I don't know how long it lasted. I was never able to get out of my fear and face the world. I barely see my family, and every morning I leave a word of urgency and go out. They weren't suspicious, because I never mattered, so once in a while it didn't matter. Besides, it won't be useful to me, and there is no reason for me to keep them.

So, I don't know what day it is, but my fear still happened. A phone call came, and I knew it was time to come, and it wouldn't be anything else if I needed to be found. "Hey, Dad, where are you now?" The other end of the phone said very hurriedly. "In the library, what's wrong?" I replied, trying to hide my trembling voice. "Library? What are you going to do there? Forget it, no matter, anyway, you hurry up and come to the hospital, my wife is going to give birth! "Really!? I'll be there now! "I deliberately pretended to be very excited and excited, it seemed a little too deliberate, but my excited son didn't feel abnormal.

Outside the operating door, my son walked around, and I sat in a chair, looking nervous, unable to control it, just wiping my sweat all the time. My son noticed my strangeness and hurried over. I thought he was going to interrogate me about the reason, but he said, "Dad, there's no need to be so nervous, you should be happy, you're going to hug your grandson!" I tried my best to suppress myself, but when I heard my grandson's two sons, I stood still with time, it seemed like a moment, with the bits and pieces of my grandson, the immature and energetic voice, the bright and pure smile, he was the only bit of life in my retirement life. When the memories ended, his eyes were dark, but suddenly a voice echoed in his head, "Grandpa, you are not old, you are still young!" "It's the opposite, and the memories drip down my cheeks. I squeezed out a smile and said, "Hahaha, indeed, it's so happy, I'm about to hug my grandson!" Hahaha! The son laughed too.

The operation was successful, the grandson's mother was lying down, and the son was holding the grandson next to him. The son smiled and said, "Wife, Dad was crying excitedly just now!" After saying that, he handed my grandson to me, and I took it, and he looked at me with wide eyes, and then smiled.

"Dad, look, your grandson is smiling at you!"

In someone's tomorrow, he will grow up, learn to speak, maybe become a class leader, or even become an outstanding person in adulthood. In my tomorrow, I will be younger, I will see my wife, maybe I will be the class president that I was not able to be before, and even try to live. But these two trains running against each other, at this moment, are meeting and parting. He laughed, and I laughed. Take this as a farewell word.