The old lady looked at them distressedly, "What are the two stupid girls crying, this is a good thing, I have been waiting for so many years, and now I can finally meet the old man, you should be happy for me, don't cry, obedient." ”

"Well, okay, let's not cry."

"Okay, don't cry, don't cry." The old lady was now a little strained to speak, and her breathing became weaker, "Xi Shen, you go over there and get me something in the drawer." ”

Inside the drawer is a wood carving.

It was the wedding photo of her and the old man that was carved.

She held the wood carving in her arms, looked ahead, in the pale white light and shadow, she seemed to see the people she missed day and night walking towards her step by step, the old lady slowly stretched out her hand, "Old man, you finally came to pick me up." ”

"That's good."

I see you again.

The old lady smiled at the corner of her mouth and slowly closed her eyes.

"Grandma'......"

"Grandma'!!"

"Mom."

"Old lady—"

Several mournful voices rang out at the same time, but the old lady could no longer hear them, and she leaned gently on the back of the chair with the statue in her arms, and closed her eyes peacefully, as if she had just fallen asleep.

This life has finally come to an end.

She has no regrets in this life.

I only wish her children a safe and carefree life.

Huo Xishen followed the old lady's last wish and did not hold a funeral, they buried the old lady and the old man together.

When he came back from the tomb at night, as soon as the door opened, Huo Xishen scooped Su Qing into his arms, he leaned on her shoulder and was silent, Su Qing just hugged him like that, and didn't say anything.

"Qingqing."

"I'm here."

"I don't have a grandma anymore." He watched his grandfather leave, watched his father and mother leave, and now even his grandmother was gone.

Su Qing's heart squeezed together.

It hurts uncomfortably.

She patted him lightly on the back, "Huo Xishen, you still have me, I will always be there." ”

"Okay."

He let go of her, warm fingers slowly rubbing over her face, "I can't lose you again." ”

Huo Xishen's voice was hoarse and choked, his deep eyes were bloodshot, Su Qing was distressed, and reached out to hold his face, "Don't be sad, okay." ”

Without saying a word, he lifted her body to the sideway cabinet, bowed slightly and kissed her lip, he clasped the back of her head with one hand, and the other hand went down her waistline and into her clothes.

Su Qing hooked his neck and kicked off the shoes on his feet.

Hook your legs around his waist.

They are like helpless duckweed finding a harbor, hugging each other vigorously and giving each other everything they have.

The air ignited in an instant

……

……

Su Qing's eyes were blurred, with wet moisture at the end of her eyes, and the moonlight fell through the cracks in the window, sprinkling on her porcelain white skin, outlining a vivid picture.

He looked at her, his eyes deepening.

She responded to all of him as best she could.

Outside the window, the moonlight is like a hook.

The trees dance in the wind, and the shadows reflected in the snow-white walls rise and fall with the leaves.

The wind blows.

Gentle, or intense.

The whole living room is filled with the smell of their own.

In this warm love, Su Qing lost herself again and again.

"Qingqing."

"I'm ......"

"Don't leave me yet."

"Okay, I won't."

She looked up, like a midsummer flower, blooming in this night, beautiful to the fullest......