Sang Tianen looked through Yan Zheng's chat history but didn't find anything special, so he had to put the phone back into his bag.
Feeling a little bored, she went to the study, found a pack of cigarettes and started smoking.
While smoking, I was thinking about what happened today. I was in a good mood when I left, so how could I faint on the street out of nowhere?
He would even rather lie than tell her the truth.
What exactly happened in the meantime?
"Buzz--" The cell phone suddenly vibrated. Sang Tianen had to stop thinking and picked up the phone. It was his mother Sang Rou calling.
A while ago, after she had a quarrel with her family, her mother sent her a lot of messages, which could be summed up in one sentence: your brother is ignorant, don't bother with him.
Because of the pregnancy and marriage, she didn't pay much attention to it and just said a few perfunctory words to get it over with.
She was born to be alone and has few relatives, so she decided not to force it.
This is generally the fate of a person. Some people are born with everything, including love and money.
Some people give their heart and soul but still remain alone and live a miserable life.
How can people fight against God?
In her previous life, she just didn't believe in fate, so she used up all her life's luck at a young age and died early. Then, like a prank, she came to this world again and walked the path of her previous life again.
Come to think of it, it’s really fucked.
The phone rang for a while and then stopped vibrating, but it rang again within two seconds. It was not until the third time that Sang Tianen finally picked up the phone.
As soon as she pressed the answer button, she heard her mother's sobbing voice: "Tian'en, your grandma is dying, you should go home quickly."
Sang Tianen jumped up from his boss chair as soon as he heard it: "What?"
"Your grandma...is dying, and now she's hanging on for her last breath waiting...waiting for you." Sang Rou's voice was intermittent and choked with sobs.
Sang Tianen's grip tightened, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the phone, but her voice was unusually steady: "Okay, I understand. I'll pack up and go back right away."
After saying that, he hung up the phone, walked into the bedroom and lifted Yan Zheng's quilt. The man seemed to be having a nightmare, his pale lips were moving, and his hair was wet with sweat.
Sang Tianen shook his body and said, "Yan Zheng, wake up!"
Yan Zheng suddenly opened his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and found that Sang Tianen was looking at him strangely. He rolled his throat a few times and said with an unnatural expression, "What's wrong?"
Sang Tianen was silent for a moment, then asked calmly, "Having a nightmare again?"
"Yeah." Yan Zheng nodded, then forced a smile and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Grandma is dying, and I'm going back now to see her off for the last time," said Sang Tianen.
"How could this happen?" Yan Zheng showed a surprised expression and immediately got up from the bed. "He was fine last time."
"Pack some clothes and come back with me." After saying this, Sang Tianen turned around and left.
It was almost midnight when Sang Tianen and Yan Zheng arrived at their hometown. Some relatives were sitting at the door, some smoking and chatting, some yawning and playing with their mobile phones. The old-fashioned light bulbs cast a dim yellow light in the night.
Seeing Sang Tianen and Yan Zheng coming back, everyone greeted them. Sang Rou led the two of them to the main room, where her grandmother, dressed in funeral clothes, was lying on an old wooden bed.
Grandma had her eyes closed, her mouth slightly open, her sunken cheeks bulging with breathing. She was even thinner than the last time I saw her, almost skin and bones.
Sang Tianen took a step forward, leaned over, and said softly, "Grandma, I'm back."
Grandma still didn't respond, so Sang Tianen repeated the words, and the people around her also shouted, "Sang Mulan, your eldest granddaughter and grandson-in-law are back. Open your eyes and take a look."
This time, grandma seemed to have heard the noise and slowly opened her eyes, but they remained open for only a moment before slowly closing again.
Just when Sang Tianen breathed a sigh of relief, someone suddenly shouted, "Rest in peace, elder sister."
Then there was a cry of grief all around.
Sang Tianen looked at everything in front of him in a daze, not yet figuring out what was going on.
"Xiao En, cry quickly, your grandma is gone!" Her father pulled her sleeve and reminded her while crying.
Only then did Sang Tianen realize that his grandmother's cheeks were no longer heaving.
Yan Zheng, who was standing next to him, had red eyes and began to sob softly. Several elderly neighbors also burst into tears and kept muttering that Sang Mulan was a kind woman.
When humans face the death of their own kind, they always feel an inexplicable grief, especially when the death is related to them.
Everyone hurriedly covered grandma's head with the quilt, and then arranged people to keep watch. Everything was going on in an orderly manner.
Only Sang Tianen was still standing by and looking at everyone with a dazed expression.
An inexplicable emotion came over her heart, like sadness, melancholy, or perhaps endless nothingness.
Her heart felt so bitter that she subconsciously reached for her pocket and found that she didn't have any cigarettes.
"Yan Zheng, did you bring cigarettes?" She turned her head to look at Yan Zheng beside her.
Yan Zheng looked surprised: "I quit a long time ago, have you forgotten?"
Sang Tianen's expression froze, and then he said jokingly, "I'm old." Then he walked over to his aunt, asked for a cigarette, and started chatting and laughing with everyone.
After everything was arranged, the friends and relatives who came to help left one after another. Sang Tianen wanted to keep watch, and Sang Rou said she wanted to go with her, but Sang Tianen shook her head and told her to go to sleep. Yan Zheng wanted to accompany her, but was also rejected.
Seeing that she was stubborn, everyone just let her do what she wanted. Until two or three in the morning, Yan Zheng secretly went downstairs and saw Sang Tianen sitting on a recliner smoking, one cigarette after another, as if he didn't care about his life.
Under the dim light, the smoke enveloped her entire body and lingered for a long time in the cold and windless autumn night.
Yan Zheng felt a pain in his heart and wanted to step forward to dissuade him, but he saw Sang Tianen suddenly bend down and cover his face with one hand.
Her shoulders shrugged a few times, then she stood up and walked quickly to the end of the concrete floor, looking up.
It seems like he is looking at the moon and thinking about something.
The cigarette butt flickered between her hanging fingertips, and she never lifted it up again.
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