"Grandma, please don't go. Please."
Jiang Li grabbed his grandmother's cold hands and begged at the top of his lungs.
At this time, perhaps they heard the noise inside, the Bai family members who had retreated earlier pushed open the door and walked in.
"grandmother!"
"mom!"
Crying sounds began to echo in the house. Jiang Li was roughly pushed away, and the seats beside the bed were occupied by Bai Ye, his uncle, Bai Cheng and others.
After grandma passed away, there was naturally no place for Jiang Li in this family anymore. Although she wanted to stay by grandma's body, she was still driven out by them.
Out of desperation, Jiang Li could only suppress his emotions and find a place to live nearby.
For some reasons, Jiang Li only rented one room. After all, strictly speaking, there was no hotel here.
The news of the old man's death quickly spread throughout this small town. Old neighbors, brothers, sisters, and relatives all came to the Bai family to help.
Many people came, from far and near. They looked relieved and said they were mourning.
Jiang Li knew that she was not qualified to stay at home, so she leaned against the window next to the room and looked towards her home from there, just enough to see the crowded doorway.
There was nothing. There was nothing on Jiang Li's face, no sadness, no pain, only a pair of empty eyes and a heart that had long been numb.
Mo Jingchun pushed open the door and walked in. He had an ice pack in his hand from somewhere. He looked at Jiang Li who was sitting next to the window, feeling very uncomfortable.
The latter sat there expressionless, but tears kept flowing down her face. He knew she was very sad, he knew she was having a hard time, and he knew she was very tired.
"Jiang Li," Mo Jingchun walked to Jiang Li's side, called her softly, and applied the ice pack in his hand to her red and swollen face.
Jiang Li didn't say anything and didn't make any movements. He just sat quietly by the window.
Mo Jingchun didn't know what he should say now. Words were pale and powerless, and he seemed unable to do anything.
Just like the day his mother passed away, even now he still can't do anything.
The little boy has been going around in circles and seems to have never changed. He deceived himself into thinking he has grown up through a love affair, but the reality is still cruel.
Almost before I knew it, it was dark.
Mo Jingchun sat on the only bed in the room and looked quietly at Jiang Li who was sitting in front of the window. He had been sitting here with her for the whole day.
Finally, Jiang Li, who was like a statue in front of him, finally responded. She walked down from the window and then lay down on the other side of the bed.
She seemed tired and wanted to sleep and rest.
Mo Jingchun didn't say anything, but just slept quietly on the other side.
The two people were covered with the same quilt, lying on their sides with their backs facing each other. Both of them had complicated thoughts despite sleeping in the same bed but having different dreams.
Mo Jingchun's mind was in a mess. He listened to the movements of the people around him, but the surroundings were eerily quiet. He could only hear a few sounds coming from the countryside outside.
"Jiang Li...are you okay?"
Mo Jingchun couldn't help it in the end. He turned over and looked at the back of Jiang Li's dark head.
The moonlight in the countryside seemed very transparent, shining on the floor, making Jiang Li's thin back look three-dimensional and clear.
Jiang Li didn't answer for a long time, but Mo Jingchun knew that Jiang Li was definitely not asleep.
As it turned out, he was not wrong.
"Mo Jingchun, you don't have to pity me."
Jiang Li lay on her side on the bed, staring blankly ahead, and the pillow beneath her was already wet with tears.
"I didn't mean that," Mo Jingchun sighed slightly after hearing Jiang Li's cold words.
"Jiang Li, grandma definitely didn't want you to be so sad when she passed away, so please stop crying, okay?"
Mo Jingchun's eyes became focused. He hadn't spoken to Jiang Li like this for a long time.
Jiang Li fell silent again. Since that day, she seemed to be silent often.
She was always in pain, but now, all the pain and contradictions seemed to disappear together. Jiang Li had no emotions in her heart, and her whole body turned into nothingness.
"It's okay. I'm used to it."
Jiang Li closed his eyes, and the tears stopped at this moment.
"I'm used to it."
What a light and airy sentence! How much suffering does a person have to go through before he gets used to sadness?
What should I do to make my eyes, which are always filled with tears, happy again?
I'm used to it. These four words made Mo Jingchun's heart ache. Perhaps his mentality had changed the moment he agreed to his grandmother.
But now all he can do is stay quietly by Jiang Li's side. He cannot share her sadness. Perhaps humans are destined to be sad creatures.
Maybe everything is meaningless.
As the night deepened, the two people who had experienced a separation fell asleep quietly.
………………
Three days later, at night, on a mountain path somewhere.
"Mo Jingchun, you don't have to come with me."
Jiang Li walked silently on the mountain road. She stopped and looked at Mo Jingchun who was following behind her.
"I can go alone."
Mo Jingchun shook his head, "Let's go together."
Seeing that Mo Jingchun was determined, Jiang Li had no choice but to turn around and lead the way again.
Jiang Li's steps were firm, but her body trembled slightly with each step. She was going to the place where her grandmother was buried.
According to the customs of my hometown, we kept vigil for three days and buried the body today.
Jiang Li felt very ashamed. She was not able to keep vigil for her grandmother in the mourning hall, and she was not even qualified to wear a white hat and attend her grandmother's funeral.
She could only sneak up the mountain in the dead of night to see off her beloved grandmother and also to say a final goodbye to herself.
Jiang Li wants to say goodbye to everything, whether it is himself, the past, or the future.
These are no longer important. From behind, where Mo Jingchun cannot see, Jiang Li gently stroked his chest.
It seemed as if the heart had stopped beating.
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