Grandma Yang Chenggong is close to dying.

Although Yang Chenggong didn't know the meaning of "dying", he knew that his grandmother was about to die. Hanging on his last breath, I don't know what is unsatisfactory, and I refuse to swallow my last breath.

Yang Chenggong felt that there was a smell of decay and decay in the house. If he had never been to Ah Qiao's house, he would not have known that his house smelled like this. If he had never been to Ah Qiao's house, he would not have known that a home could actually be so peaceful, warm and full of warmth.

He used to be infinitely attached to his grandmother and regarded her as the dearest relative in the world. As he grew older, even if no one told him, he gradually realized that his grandmother's love for him was in control. Grandma wouldn't allow him to do anything, as long as he stayed by her side.

"Little success, don't look at the ants. Beware of blindness. ”

"Little success, don't pinch the ants. Be careful with a hand stung. ”

"Little success, don't look up at the sky, be careful to pee on your face."

"Little success, don't move the scissors, be careful to poke your hands."

"Small success, ......"

Small success, small success, nothing is allowed, nothing can be done. Yang Chenggong felt suffocated, although no one had taught him what "suffocation" was.

As soon as he resisted, his grandmother was terrified, and then cried with a handful of snot and tears about how hard she had brought him up, counting the days and months of a certain day, he was sick and feverish, and she stayed awake for days and nights, did not eat or drink with him, and helped him get better.

Yang Chenggong always felt that there was something wrong with this, but unfortunately he hadn't read a book, and he wasn't naturally smart, so he couldn't point out what was wrong.

Grandma's "little success" is like chanting scriptures, and his scalp is numb and his heart is numb. He spent more and more time sneaking out into the yard, pretending not to hear his grandmother, no matter how much he called out to him.

By chance, he saw children walking freely on the road through the crack in the door. He felt sad.

Before that, he had been angry, sad, and unhappy, but he had never experienced sadness.

It's an amazing feeling.

He felt ...... Inferiority! And it is sad from this.

He felt that he was different from the children who walked freely outside, that he was inferior to them, and that it must be his fault! Although he didn't know where he was wrong, his small heart was rid of the sense of guilt.

This feeling was like a little snake entrenched in his heart, devouring his normal emotions. He gradually lost his attachment to his grandmother, stopped thanking him, and stopped listening to his grandmother. Grandma chased after him and tried to hit him, but he was careless and tripped and couldn't get out of bed.

He was full of division in his heart, on the one hand, he felt that he caused his grandmother to fall, and his sense of guilt deepened; On the other hand, I quietly felt relieved. Finally, he didn't have to worry about his grandmother suddenly appearing silently behind him from the rotting room, dragging him into the dimly lit room with her dry, pincer-like hands.

He loves the sunshine outside.

Can a grandmother who claims to love herself be trapped in a rotten and airtight house in the name of love? Yang Chenggong didn't ask his grandmother, he didn't ask his father, but he faintly believed in his heart: No!

Because you can't, you can't!

Since he can't, he can muster up the courage to run out!

But......

He didn't have the guts!