At dinner, the two men at the table were a little absent-minded, and the atmosphere was quiet and depressing.

Duoduo squatted under the table and watched the two of them, humming twice from time to time to beg for food, and Kuroko chased after Duoduo's dangling tail and pounced.

At that time, their conversation was often heard, and in fact, he was mentally prepared to leave from the moment he was taken in by Chang Shu.

His true home was in the Space-Time Bastion, where he was the only home.

But home doesn't exist anymore......

I often come to eat cautiously, and I obviously want to eat the lean meat in the bean stew, but every time the chopsticks reach over, I automatically skip the lean meat and sandwich a potato with a little skin like a radar, and I don't even dare to make a sound when I chew it.

Chang Lai chewed ten times before swallowing the potatoes that had already been crushed, and he didn't know how many more times he would be able to eat Chang Shu's food.

Chang Shu picked up the wine glass and took a sip of wine, and slowly opened his mouth after brewing for a long time.

"Do you have any other relatives?"

He shook his head in distraction.

"Grandpa Chang, I don't have a home, let alone relatives."

Chang Shu picked up the wine glass again and took a sip of wine, his face becoming more and more solemn.

Chang Lai glanced at Chang Shu, looked at the photo posted on the opposite wall, and changed the subject.

"Grandpa Chang, are the people in the photo your relatives?"

Chang Shu followed Chang Lai's gaze, and a gentle smile finally appeared on his serious face.

"Yes, it's all my family, my two girls, my aunt, and four grandchildren."

Chang Lai quickly locked on the eight different faces in the photo according to Chang Shu's words.

"Why don't you live together?"

"They all have their own homes, and besides, the house is too small to live in."

Chang Lai nodded thoughtfully and asked again.

"Why isn't there a grandma on it?"

Hearing this, Chang Shu retracted his gaze a little unnaturally, the hand holding the wine glass gradually tightened, and he sighed.

"No, not two years."

Maybe it was Chang Lai's illusion, and Chang Lai vaguely felt that Chang Shu's voice was a little hoarse than just now.

Chang Lai didn't know what "gone" was, and there was no word for "death" in the Space-Time Fortress, they only called it "Return to the Void".

But Chang Lai captured the indescribable sadness and loneliness from Chang Shu's face, and probably guessed the meaning of Chang Shu's words just now.

Changlai will not comfort people since he was a child, and he can only remain silent about the people he cares about the most.

Chang Shu didn't have any other expressions on his face, and he didn't continue to eat or drink, but talked to himself.

"When she was still there, the two of us were always arguing, always glaring at me with our eyes, and we were stunned."

Chang Lai smiled and nodded in response, indicating that he was listening carefully.

Chang Shu continued:

"When we first met, we met at a kiosk buying walnut cakes, and she looked at me all the time. Later, when she took the bus home, she got on the bus with her dad, and she sat next to me, and I saw that she met her again, and she always looked back at her dad, and her dad said, 'You can sit there,' and then she sat next to me and squinted at me. ”

At that time, her family couldn't look for several people to find her partner, so they said they wanted to find someone as big as me, and her family said where to find such a big one. In the end, I was found. ”

Chang Shu laughed as he spoke, his eyes filled with vague moisture, as if he had seen that beautiful memory again.

"Don't look at my beard now, I was handsome when I was young, and there are many little girls who like me."

Chang Lai smiled in agreement, his eyes fell on Chang Shu's upturned hooked nose, and the illusion in his mind was Chang Shu's appearance when he was young.

"And then?"

"Because my family is poor, they say that my dog licks the mill and goes around."

Chang Shu looked down at the wine in the glass and sighed lightly.

"At that time, the family was really poor, the poor couldn't open the pot, and there were a few brothers to raise at home, and I started to run the mountains after finishing primary school, and I could catch a lot of rabbits a day, fill a water tank, keep some to eat and then sell the rest, barely supporting the family."

Chang Lai looked at him with admiration after listening, "Then how are your brothers now?" ”

"I have my own home, and I have a good life, and I can get together every year when I go to the grave to worship my ancestors."

"In other words, we don't usually see each other?"

Chang Shu nodded.

Chang Lai remembered that in the past, his family would only get together when something big happened, and usually only five guardians were by his side, and the master often disappeared.

"When I was a child, my father always beat me, and he also beat me during the New Year, and he slapped me down with a mouthful, and others said, 'What are you doing beating children during the New Year?', and he said, 'New Year? I'll call him an anniversary.'" Hehe, he said let me celebrate the anniversary. Chang Shu smiled bitterly and picked up the wine glass to drink.

"Zhou ...... Year? ”

"An anniversary is used to describe a dead person, the first anniversary of his death."

Chang Lai frowned, "Say such things on such an auspicious day......"

"In another year, our family will be able to celebrate the New Year."

"Huh?" Often full of question marks.

"Someone in the family can't celebrate the New Year within three years of death, but in fact, they can celebrate the New Year, but they can't set off firecrackers."

"Oh."

I often listen to it as if I don't understand. Although he lived for a long, long time, he still had a lot to learn about the human world.

Chang Shu was silent for a moment, and said slowly: "...... that night"

In the middle of the night, the hospital was quiet, occasionally there were a few coughs in the ward, the lights in the corridor illuminated the floor white, the footprints on the ground were very messy, and the ward to the bathroom was two points and one line.

Chang Shu had just returned to the ward after cleaning the bedpan, and the person on the bed was lying quietly, not knowing whether he was awake or asleep.

Chang Shu quietly put down the bedpan and walked to the side of the bed, holding the thin and wrinkled wrist, the feeling was like holding a firewood stick, Chang Shu couldn't help frowning.

After a moment, Chang Shu's frown stretched out, and he carefully put his thin wrist into the quilt.

Chang Shu has been serving in the hospital for nearly a month, working day and night every day, and he has never slept well at all, but he has never complained or slacked off for a moment, and the doctors and nurses in the hospital have also been touched by Chang Shu's perseverance.

Only Chang Shu knows in his heart how much the person in front of him needs him, and how important she is to him.

Chang Shu was about to leave, when suddenly the originally dry and weak hand grabbed Chang Shu, Chang Shu was stunned for a few seconds, bent down and asked in a whisper.

"Yumei, you haven't slept yet."

"Don't go, you always go."

The voice was hoarse as if he had been in the desert for months, and it sounded weak, and it hurt Chang Shu's heart.

"If I don't leave, I won't be able to sleep in this bed." Chang Shu coaxed softly.

He knew that he couldn't resist her, so he finally chose to lie down beside her and hugged her tightly. Every detail of him exposes his true inner thoughts, but he still speaks hard.

"I'll squeeze you out, oh."

She also hugged Chang Shu tightly, greedily enjoying the warm embrace, as if it would disappear in the next second. Her feelings for Chang Shu are indescribable, although she is reluctant to give up in her heart, she doesn't say a word.

Perhaps this is the tacit understanding that the husband and wife have developed over the years.

This night, the two talked about everything, but they didn't talk about anything.

Chang Shu hugged Yumei and didn't move all night.

If Yumei said anything on weekdays, she would not sleep with Chang Shu, and she would not let Chang Shu hold herself like now, so she would have kicked Chang Shu away.

If it were on weekdays, Chang Shu would not say anything like he is now, hugging Yumei silently, and still maintaining a motionless posture.

They lived in that poor and conservative era, and holding hands was a great taboo in that era, but now the two are intimately embraced.

The couple quarreled all their lives, fell in love before marriage, and disliked each other after marriage.

Although Chang Shu usually deliberately said something that made Yumei unhappy, and often talked back to Yumei, he used his life's patience in this short month, and also handed over his life's tenderness to the person who was most worthy of it.

Chang Shu let out a long sigh after saying this, and drank a glass of wine.

People always leave no details behind when recalling the most memorable experiences, but it is easy to reverse the order and mess up the logic, but the feelings when recalling them are still the same as in the past.

Changlai picked up a piece of rice and stuffed it into his mouth, the originally sweet rice was inexplicably sticky and thick bitter, although the taste was not unpalatable, but it made Changlai feel familiar, and he couldn't help but chew more and savor it.

Chang Lai tasted it for a long time and didn't know what it tasted like, until he looked up and saw Chang Shutong's red eyes.

Although parting is bitter, there is always something eternal.