The young man's eyes suddenly opened, with a glimmer of joy and excitement in them.

He remembered!

He remembers...

That was when he was in high school...

Once when he went home on vacation, he returned home with great joy.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw my grandmother sitting on a chair.

When grandma saw me, a gentle and kind smile appeared on her face.

He walked over quickly, squatted beside his grandmother, and began to skillfully massage her legs and shoulders.

While gently patting his grandmother, he happily told her all the interesting things that happened at school.

For example, what activities did he participate in with his classmates?

Or maybe a student made a joke during class...

He spoke vividly and excitedly.

Trying to make grandma happy and laugh.

And grandma listened very carefully, and would occasionally interject a few words in response to him.

Just suddenly...

Grandma stopped talking and just looked at his hands with smooth lines and distinct knuckles.

His eyes became gentle and deep.

It seems to carry a hint of indescribable longing and sadness.

Although he felt a little strange at the time, he just thought that his grandmother thought his hands were beautiful.

So I didn't think much about it.

He didn't stop what he was doing.

He continued to talk to his grandmother about the interesting things that happened in school.

However, grandma's eyes never left his hands.

They just stared blankly, like two deep wells that had been dry for a long time, or like two candles that were about to burn out.

It was as if I saw some distant memories through his hands, or some secret treasure hidden deep in my heart.

The eyes are so deep...but also a little empty and blurry.

The whole person seems to be trapped in his own world.

As time passed, grandma still showed no intention of looking away.

His pair of white and slender hands seemed to be the only focus in grandma's eyes, carrying too many unspeakable stories and emotions.

After being stared at for a long time, he shrank his fingers uncomfortably...

finally……

He couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

: "Grandma, what's wrong with you? Why are you staring at my hands?"

Grandma didn't respond.

She sat there motionless, her eyes fixed on his hands.

But it inexplicably reveals an obsession and desire that is difficult to understand.

It's like a fog that makes people confused.

I saw my grandmother standing there motionless with a focused look on her face.

He raised one hand and waved it in front of grandma, his tone of doubt mixed with a bit of anxiety.

: "Grandma...? What happened to you...? Are you okay...?"

Grandma seemed to have just woken up from a dream.

Only then did he come to his senses.

Grandma looked at him gently for a moment...

Then she reached out and rubbed the top of his head soothingly, with a very faint smile on the corner of her lips.

"Grandma is fine. I just suddenly thought of your aunt."

As she spoke, she looked at the photo on the cabinet in the living room.

His eyes were deep... and there was a hint of loneliness in them.

"Your little aunt, when she was little... she also had a pair of beautiful hands."

Grandma's voice was low and gentle, yet with a hint of melancholy.

His heart skipped a beat when he heard that.

I couldn't help but secretly blame myself in my heart,

Damn these hands of his...

For no reason... it reminded grandma of her aunt again.