Until grandma was put into that shroud, until I could no longer catch her.
Yancuo just stood at the door, watching the adults busy coming in and out. Her eyes were empty and dry, but she couldn't shed a single tear.
She raised her head and looked at the sky. Her eyes were sore and painful. She raised her hand to wipe them, but tears fell again.
Oh God, do you really have to do this and take away my only wish?
Those days were the darkest and most bleak in Yancuo's life. Every day she would see many people gathered in the yard, speaking words she couldn't understand, and then she would see them busy coming and going.
Then, she found her grandmother was placed in the cold coffin, with a kind face. But she would never open her eyes again, never be able to watch her smile, or comfort her crying.
But she will never wake up again.
Then, a black and white photo of my grandmother was hung in the house. That simple photo seemed to represent my grandmother’s entire life. She had worked hard all her life, but she still couldn’t let go of it at the end.
She was smiling in the photo, just like she had been looking at herself countless times.
Yan Cuo thought countless times that their fate as a grandparent and granddaughter was the best gift God had given her. She had always worked hard for herself when she was alive, and now it was time to go find her grandfather. She could have someone to confide in about the difficulties of life, someone she could truly rely on.
She should become the brightest star every day, always looking at me, kind and gentle.
After his grandmother left, Yancuo watched as his relatives dispersed one by one, watching the place become deserted again. Then he watched as his parents quickly divorced, falsely telling him that it was inconvenient for them to take him with them.
Yancuo didn't cry or make a fuss, watching them change from their initial hypocritical affection to their later cold words. She said nothing, just watching, as if wanting to remember this moment in her heart.
After a long time, she only heard herself asking: "If you don't want me, why did you give birth to me?"
The two people in front of him were silent, staring at him in shock. Then Yu Hui suddenly asked Yan Bing in disbelief, "Is this how your mother taught her? What has she become of her? Am I wrong to give birth to her?"
Yan Bing's expression was also very unhappy, and his face darkened: "Yan Cuo, how can you talk to your parents like that?"
Yan Cuo looked at them expressionlessly: "From the moment you all abandoned me, you are no longer my parents. Grandma is the person closest to me. You are not worthy of mentioning her."
After saying that, she walked forward, ignoring the harsh insults from the two people behind her.
She walked to her grandmother's room, locked the door, and lay down on her grandmother's bed. Only then did she feel at ease.
She pressed herself tightly against the bed, as if she could still smell her grandmother's breath. She lay there blankly and slowly closed her eyes. She was so tired and didn't want to face these hypocritical adults.
If there is any way to get grandma back, she is willing to exchange everything she has for it.
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