Grandma Chen lay quietly in bed, her expression serene.
It was as if he really was just asleep.
But Ning Wan knew all too well that she would never wake up again…
...
Ning Wan gently patted Xu Xiufeng's shoulder to comfort her.
Then she asked, "Sister Xu, how long have you known Grandma Chen?"
Xu Xiufeng sat in a chair.
She wiped away her tears and sighed deeply, "Old Zhao and I have been married for eighteen years. We bought this house in Longshou Village when Jiajia was three years old. Grandma Chen also came to live here three years after we moved in... If you think about it carefully, that was seven years ago..."
...
When Grandma Chen first moved in, her strange behavior attracted the attention of many of her neighbors.
She makes a living by collecting recyclables. She always walks with her back bent and her body hunched over, moving among the trash cans in the streets and alleys.
She has no family. She never speaks or interacts with anyone, and avoids anyone who gets close to her like the plague.
Despite being under sixty years old, her head was covered with silver hair.
His skin was wrinkled like tree bark, his aged face was covered with wrinkles, and his cloudy eyes held the vicissitudes and hardships of life.
Looking at the people around me, I felt an inexplicable resistance and wariness.
Everyone's impression of her was that of a strange and wary old lady.
A nosy woman once asked Grandma Chen, "Why do you live alone? Why don't you have any family?"
Grandma Chen paused in her act of picking up the bottles.
She slowly stood up and muttered to herself, "I'm looking for someone. But he's lost, I can't find him..."
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