The old man raised his eyes to look at her, obviously smiling, but she couldn't see her smile, "Niuniu, do you think I have forgiven him?" ”

After speaking, without waiting for her answer, she shook her head first, and her voice was deep, "How could I forgive him so easily......"

Even though he helped himself rebuild the house, and even every time he came back to buy many, many things that were not available in the small village, she did not forgive for the weekly phone call.

Later, some time ago, he called her.

There was still a long silence, and she thought he would hang up after saying the last "take care of yourself" as before.

His deep voice couldn't hide his mood at that moment, almost a cheering voice, "Grandma, she's back." ”

She's back?

Her head went blank for a moment.

What is coming back, isn't it gone, and what does it mean to come back?

He chattered a lot on the phone, and his words were messy, but at that moment, he said seriously, and she listened and participated.

The old man's grip on her tightened.

"Niuniu, I thought about it a lot later, and gradually I realized that it is not a matter of forgiveness, but that I have learned to forget, the wound will slowly scab over and heal and leave a scar, no matter how big the scar is, it is like a brand, but you know, the scar does not hurt, it hurts when you see it."

After a long story was over, my grandmother was obviously a little tired, but today she was so happy, she looked at Shen Zhiqiu over there, and beckoned, "I'll take a look at the child." ”

At this moment, Lan Lan had fully woken up, staring at everything strange around her with big eyes.

Shen Zhiqiu stood up and walked in front of the old man with Lan Lan in his arms.

Lan Xianshu slowly walked out of the living room, stood in her grandmother's yard, looked at such a depressed and vibrant small courtyard, tilted her head, and looked at the sky as before.

Lan Ruohao stood beside her, looking at Lan Xianshu with her face upturned beside her, her voice was a little happy, "What is this place in your memory?" ”

Lan Xianshu tilted her head and squinted her eyes, warm when the sun shone on her face.

After a long silence, she slowly, "Dusty paths and clean skies. ”

Lan Ruohao laughed out loud, "Shu'er, you see, everything will change, we are all the same, time is changing, mood is changing, the only thing that remains the same is just staying in the memory, the best time." ”

Lan Xianshu turned her face to look at Lan Ruohao.

Like her, he turned his face up, trying to get in touch with more sunlight.

When they walked into the living room, their grandmother was holding Lanlan's little hand and talking to Shen Zhiqiu.

Shen Zhiqiu couldn't see it behind their backs, but on her grandmother's face, even if she was smiling when she teased Lan Lan, Lan Xianshu could still see the heaviness behind her smile.

She walked over slowly, only to hear her grandmother's somewhat cold voice, "You are so old, you have your own ideas, just do what you think is right." ”

After speaking, he raised his eyes to look at Lan Xianshu who was walking slowly, and his eyes narrowed into a line with a smile, "Lan Lan, it's exactly the same as Niuniu when you were a child!" ”

Even though Lanlan has a language barrier, she still loves the child like that, and her grandmother is like this, she loves her and loves Xiaolanlan.