Fang Yuanyuan listened to his grandmother's words and said, "I remember, grandma, your birthday is about to be, the twelfth day of June in the old calendar, right?" Look at my memory, okay? "You must have a good memory, but how could you be so good in your studies?" It is often said that blessed people, born in June, look at me. Grandma said, wiping the sweat from her face.

"Grandma, it's a happy thing to celebrate your birthday, you can't be sentimental, wait for me to be admitted to a good university next year, let our family shine, grandma, you just wait to enjoy it." Fang Yuanyuan said, stroking her grandmother's arm, she wanted to add a piece of candy to the life of grandma and father, in her life, grandma was like a mother, feeding her, taking care of her, caring for her. "Hearing what you say to my heart, I feel that everything I do is worth it." Grandma laughed so hard that the wrinkles on her face made big waves.

Seeing grandma's happy appearance, Fang Yuanyuan's heart was also sweet, a smell of scrambled eggs with leeks outside, this must be a delicacy floating from Uncle Wang's house next door, grandma also raised seven or eight chickens every year, but the eggs were exchanged for money, for pocket use, grandma and Fang Yuanyuan only ate fresh vegetables and melons and fruits grown in the vegetable garden, grandma felt distressed Yuanyuan, and often thought of changing some tricks, opening a small stove for her, but Fang Yuanyuan said: Horses eat grass, they can also grow fat and strong, the nutrition of green vegetables is good, and I have jumped to one meter six five. Every time she talked about this, Yuanyuan deliberately straightened up and made a strange gesture of chasing a cat and mouse to show her grandmother, who looked at her with a smile as if she admired a rare treasure of her own, as if she couldn't get enough of it.

After eating, Yuanyuan asked grandma to rest, to go outside to cool off, but grandma rushed to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, Yuanyuan was busy feeding the three pigs in the pigsty who were screaming, after feeding the pigs, quickly take a bath, so cool, regardless of the hot weather, she returned to her own small world in the inner room, reviewed her homework under the lamp, she loves to learn, she has to open the book every day, review and review again, she thinks that pies will not fall from the sky, everything must rely on their own efforts to fight, diligence is the upward force, is in place to spin, or spiral, This subtle difference is in everyone's own hands, and hard work is the secret of the master.

As soon as she sat down, Yuan Yuan remembered the letter she had just received, she went to the tea table outside and picked up the snow-white envelope, and said to the grandmother who was sitting at the door shaking a fan to enjoy the coolness: "Grandma, I'll open this letter and see what Uncle Ye wrote?" Grandma said, "Look." ”

Unfolding the letter, I saw that it was written.

Dear Uncle Fang,

Hello!

Uncle Fang, my father, your best friend, passed away on the third day of May this year, my father was diagnosed with advanced stomach cancer in February this year, and this disease took his precious life in just three months...... He's only forty-nine years old! The death of my father made us grieve and suffer.

It's been half a month since my dad left us, I think of him every day, I think of everything he has done for us, and we haven't done anything filial in front of my dad, which makes me feel deeply ashamed and guilty, every night I lie in bed, tears, where can I see my dad again? I couldn't sleep.

Uncle Fang, I wonder if you have any letters or photos that my father wrote to you before? If so, could you please send it to me?

Uncle Fang, you haven't been here for a long time, I think it must be because you're very busy with work, right? Please take care of yourself! Be sure to come to our home when you have time, we miss you as a family!

Good luck with your work! In good shape!

Your nephew: Ye Yuming

Early July 1987

Fang Yuanyuan felt the light dim, his throat choked, and tears had dripped onto the letterhead.