Winter of 1980, Zhong Nanshan, heavy snow.

The snow fell for three days and three nights, and the entire forest was covered with snow.

The snow on the ground was knee-deep, making it difficult to move in or out.

There were hurried footsteps and heavy breathing in the snow.

In the snowy forest, from afar, a person with a shaky figure was running towards them.

"Grandma, grandma, I found ginseng, I found ginseng."

Lu Ziming's voice was hoarse and extremely excited.

He limped and hobbled through the snow, sometimes deep and sometimes shallow, and rushed into the cabin in the forest.

"Grandma, I found ginseng."

Lu Ziming ran to the bed and half-knelt beside it.

On the bed, there lay an old man who was about to die. He was thin and had sunken cheeks, which was a sign of his imminent death.

Lu Ziming held his grandmother's hand, his voice trembling as he whispered, "Grandma."

Grandma Lu raised her eyelids with great effort, her eyes had already become cloudy.

Lu Ziming suppressed the sadness in his heart and showed the ginseng he dug to his grandmother. "Grandma, I dug ginseng. You will get better soon after eating it. Grandma, wait for me for a moment. I will make you some ginseng soup right away."

As if in her last moments of life, Grandma Lu grabbed Lu Ziming's hand. Her fingers were as thin as sticks, and she used her last bit of strength to hold on to the grandson she had protected for more than twenty years.

"Ergou, don't waste your time. You already knew I was dying. Why would you bother looking for ginseng? Grandma would die anyway if she ate ginseng."

Lu Ziming stood there in a daze, unable to speak for a long time.

Yes, he was good at predicting things and knew long ago that grandma didn’t have much time left.

But he just didn't want to accept his fate and didn't want his grandma to leave.

After a long time, the man murmured, "Grandma, it's all my fault. He is an unlucky person and everyone around him will leave him.

Grandma Lu looked at Lu Ziming with a moist look in her eyes, "Ergou, it's not your fault. Grandma is old. Prince Yan wants me to go and talk to him. Grandma will be very happy in the afterlife. But I'm worried about you. After I'm gone, you must take good care of yourself and live well."

The man smiled bitterly, and said pitifully and aggrievedly, "Without you by my side, I will be alone from now on, grandma. I am afraid of being alone, afraid of having no relatives in the world, afraid of not being able to live alone. Grandma, can you please not leave and stay with me for a while longer?"

Grandma Lu's breathing became louder and louder, and her pupils began to dilate.

With shaking hands, she touched Lu Ziming's face and said, "Okay, grandma won't leave. Grandma wants to stay and accompany... accompany... you..."

The struggling sound suddenly stopped, and Grandma Lu's hand fell powerlessly onto the bed.

Her cloudy eyes were always fixed on her grandson, whom she was worried about, and she could not close them even until her death.

There were sobbing sounds in the room, and the man was crying heartbrokenly.

With shaking hands, he helped grandma close her eyes.

"Grandma, you still left me behind. You still left me behind."

Grandma passed away in the third year after they moved to Zhongnanshan.

Lu Ziming held his dead grandmother in his arms for three days and three nights. Finally, when the snow stopped, he found a Feng Shui-good site and buried his grandmother.

He built a bamboo house next to the grave. Day after day, year after year, he sat in front of the door, staring at his grandmother's grave in a daze.

Sunrise and sunset, often staying there for a whole day.

His world was so peaceful that there was not even a trace of disturbance.

Year after year, flowers blossom and fruits bear, and Lu Ziming has been guarding the tomb for three years.

As time passed, the man came out of his grief.

He learned how to farm and cook, and now his daily life can be described as picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and leisurely looking at the southern mountains.

The dull days are filled with ordinary happiness.

That day, Lu Ziming carried a hoe to the field and dug up two sweet potatoes. He also went to the vegetable garden to pick a handful of vegetables and prepared to go home to cook.

He walked back as usual, and then stopped.

The man looked in the direction of his grandmother's grave, and there was an extra person there.

A dishevelled, petite man was squatting in front of his grandmother's tombstone, eating the tribute chicken placed there.

Yesterday, Lu Ziming shot a pheasant, and stewed the whole chicken and placed it in front of the tombstone for his grandmother to eat first. He would eat it after his grandmother had finished eating.

I never thought that I would encounter someone stealing tributes in the deep mountains and forests.

Where is this person from?

Lu Ziming raised his feet again and walked slowly towards the man.

Xu Qianye, who was gnawing on a chicken leg, noticed someone approaching. He looked at the person in horror, his big black and white eyes full of vigilance.

Lu Ziming smiled and was not angry about the tribute being eaten. He gently reasoned with the man, "You are eating my grandmother's tribute."

Xu Qianye was stunned for a moment, his eyes showing both innocence and guilt.

There was still half a chicken left in my hand, and I put the chicken back in its place embarrassedly.

"Well... I'm just too hungry. I'm really sorry."

Lu Ziming recognized the voice as that of a girl, a little girl at that.

The little girl who appeared here was really strange.

"It's okay, the chicken is ready to eat now, eat it if you want!"

He would be happy if he could help others with food.

Xu Qianye's eyes lit up instantly and he grinned, "Thank you, uncle."

After he finished speaking, he picked up the half chicken and started to eat it ravenously.

Lu Ziming was a little dazed. Calling him uncle, is he so old?

He shook his head and laughed, then ignored the girl and went back to the small bamboo house next door.

I prepared sweet potato porridge for lunch. He doesn’t like meat very much and his favorite food is vegetables.

Sweet potato porridge with vegetables is very good.

Outside, Xu Qianye smelled the aroma of food coming from the bamboo house and subconsciously walked towards the bamboo house.

When I walked to the door, I saw the uncle who had just been there lighting a fire in front of the stove.

My uncle is very fair-skinned and speaks softly. He is a very easy-going person.

Xu Qianye squatted by the door and looked at Lu Ziming.

Lu Ziming noticed the little girl's gaze, turned around and looked at her, with a faint smile on his face.

"What's wrong? Are you hungry? I made some sweet potato porridge. Do you want some?"

Xu Qianye shook his head, "Thank you, uncle, I'm full."

She boldly asked, "Uncle, have you always lived here?"

"No, I moved here from somewhere else a few years ago."

"Whose tomb is that next to it?"

"My grandmother."

"You must be lonely living here alone!"

"It's okay, I'm used to it." Lu Ziming answered patiently from beginning to end.

Xu Qianye bit her lip and asked, "Uncle, why don't you ask me why I'm here?"

"Will you tell me then?"

Xu Qianye's eyes dimmed a little, and he said, "My parents don't like me, and they want to sell me to the old man as a successor. I disagreed, so I ran away from home. Later, I don't know what happened, but I ran here."