The evening breeze blows the willows, and the hanging branches flutter slowly, like the style of a beauty's loss.

The black schoolbag was carried diagonally behind Fang Yao, and his handsome side face was a little shallow and sharp in the light of the setting sun.

Day after day, year after year, he walked alone for almost seven years.

The youthful spirit that should have been at this age could not be seen in him, and in Rumo's eyes, there seemed to be only gloom left.

He pushed open the familiar door.

When the afterglow fell on the eaves in front of the house, a flash of red light did not hide from his eyes.

But his eyelids drooped slightly, his fingertips paused for a moment, and unknown thoughts swept through his heavy eyes, and then he entered the courtyard without looking back.

"Coming back?"

The old man in the courtyard who was watering the plants with a shower did not look back, still looking at his flowers and plants with his back on his back.

Fang Yao looked at the strangely shaped unknown plants on the ground silently, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching; Whispered a 'hmm'.

"My hometown sent some things, you can go in and see if you like it. If you need it, you can keep it, and if you don't like it, you will let them take it away. ”

The meandering waterline flowed slowly, touching the front of Fang Yao's shoes; He looked up at his grandfather's slightly bowed back, and suddenly stood in silence, not knowing what to think.

Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, the old man slowly looked back at him on crutches, and asked out loud with a little question: "Feeling bad?" ”

His voice was old and rough, and his throat seemed to have been damaged.

Fang Yao, who raised his eyes from his thoughts, met his grandfather's slightly worried gaze, paused, and slowly shook his head: "No." ”

He had learned the skill of self-digestion in the year his parents had died, and now that he and his grandfather were left in the family, he could no longer bring these bad emotions to the old man.

If he is gone, then he is really unaccompanied.

The old man carried the shower and looked at him for a long time with slightly cloudy eyes, and then after quietly glancing around the courtyard a few times, he whispered: "If you feel uncomfortable, I will let them withdraw for a few days." ”

Hearing this, Fang Yao's heart jumped, and the answer that he almost blurted out when he came to his mouth was quickly swallowed back by him.

He knew very well how important these shady people and things were to his grandfather.

The tragic situation when his parents died was shocking, even though he was only six or seven years old at the time, but the bright red and bloody memories still spread in his mind.

When he dreamed in the middle of the night, he couldn't breathe in pain.

"No discomfort." The topic was gently lifted, he threw his schoolbag on the bench not far away, and then took the shower from his grandfather's hand: "I'll help you." ”

The old man looked at the plants that had been watered almost completely, and after thinking about it, he still did not stop his little grandson's sudden respect for the elderly.

- Big deal, just water him and replant it.

Left just takes some time.

The only thing he has now is time.

The boy's shoulders may not have been broad and strong, and even a little thin, but his back was still erect, like a high-spirited little birch.

It turned out that I don't know when the little doll who babbled in his arms back then has grown into a young man.

If his daughter was still alive, would he be proud of it?

Thinking of this, the old man's eyes gradually filled with a little pain.

The painful past will not be forgotten with the passage of time, but will only be remembered on an ordinary day, and then stabbed in the most vulnerable part of the heart.