However, the god of fate seemed to be playing a joke on him. When he returned home that night, his house was on fire and firefighters carried two cold bodies out of his house.
He didn't dare move forward, he just knew that he went to the hospital, the morgue, and the cemetery.
They said that the fire was caused by grandma forgetting to turn off the stove while cooking. Grandpa, who happened to be coming back from the supermarket at the time, rushed into the kitchen without hesitation and was buried in the sea of fire with grandma.
He even remembered the entire structure of the house, how the furniture was arranged, and how many times his grandfather's favorite orchid had bloomed. When he woke up from his memories, Ouyang had already driven the car to the door. "What's wrong with you?"
"fine."
"How can you be okay? I called you a few times just now but you didn't respond. What were you thinking about?" Ouyang felt that he seemed to have gone too far in his joke this time. Did the doctor really give him some medicine?
"I want to go out for a while."
"Where are you going?" Dong Ya got out of the car and stopped a car on the side of the road.
Ouyang was afraid that something might happen to him, so he drove behind him.
The taxi stopped in front of an old house. The flowers and plants in front of the house had not been taken care of for a long time. Dongya found the key under the stone nearby and opened the iron gate outside.
Ouyang parked the car outside and followed him carefully.
He opened the door of the old house and stayed outside for a while.
The house had been renovated after a fire, and because no one had ever lived there, everything inside looked incredibly new. The scenes played in his mind like a movie.
Ouyang stood behind him and saw him squatting on the ground in pain, not knowing what had happened. He walked over and hugged him.
"They must be blaming me for not coming back to see them."
Ouyang looked around. There was a photo on the piano in the living room. There were two old people in the photo. Behind the two old people stood a boy who looked very much like him.
"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have asked you to see a psychiatrist." She was naturally curious about why the hospital was so popular, but the reviews on the Internet were not very good.
"It was the weekend, I should have gone home early."
Dongya's sobs and regrets were completely released: "I went to play basketball that day and forgot to call them. They must have been at home cooking and waiting for me to come back. Then there was a fire. They are old, how could they escape?"
Ouyang didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only let him hold him. Time passed little by little, and when he calmed down, the birds in the trees began to appear.
He sat in front of the piano, looking at the photo, as if he was gradually getting closer to something.
"Haven't your parents come back?" Ouyang shook off all kinds of dust. The setting sun shone on the dust, and the whole house looked hazy.
"They don't like to click here," Dongya stroked the piano, "They said it's a souvenir."
"Don't you live here either?" Ouyang looked at the refrigerator. There was nothing in it and it wasn't even plugged in.
"I don't dare come back."
"Can I go upstairs and take a look?"
Dongya turned around and looked at her with some confusion.
"There seems to be some movement up there."
"It's a squirrel. It always likes to run down from the back hill."
Although he didn't agree, she still went upstairs. She didn't see the squirrel he mentioned, but she found some burned things: photos, furniture, and other things she couldn't name. So she didn't go upstairs anymore, and went downstairs to find that he had opened the window and released a lost bird.
"Are you planning to come back and live here?" She asked directly. Although he said he didn't dare, since he had chosen to come back, he must be nostalgic for something. "Do you need me to help you clean up?"
He didn't speak, as if she was not asking herself, but someone else.
Seeing he remained silent, she took matters into her own hands, deciding to start with the first floor and begin vacuuming. The sound of the vacuum filled the house, and Dongya felt as if she had returned to the past. Back then, Grandma also loved vacuuming up the unpleasant dust at dusk, and Grandpa would sit nearby and complain about the noise.
Ouyang entered the kitchen and was surprised to find that everyone had their own kitchen utensils. She went out and said, "How about going to the supermarket to buy some food?"
He didn't say anything, but took her to the nearest supermarket nearby.
She wasn't very good at shopping, she just picked up whatever she liked.
"Rice?"
"egg?"
"Oil?"
She bought a lot of food by herself, muttering to herself, and then drove back home. She started cooking in the kitchen, and the smell of food overflowed through the crack in the door.
Ouyang lay on the sofa and Dongya sat at the piano, and they spent the first night like this.
The next day, Dongya felt better and the two of them began to clean every room, including the original yard outside.
When someone passed by, they would come in and say hello to them.
"Dongya is back?"
"Grandma Li."
Ouyang also called out, "Hello, Grandma Li."
"I'm glad you're back," Grandma Li looked at Ouyang and nodded, "and you brought your girlfriend with you. If your grandparents were still here, they would definitely be happy to see you like this. They're so proud of you."
As for what Dongya had done to please his grandparents, Ouyang didn't understand. Could they possibly like a grandson who spent all day on a computer? Even as she pondered this, Grandma Li was gone, her staggering figure disappearing between the tall trees. The water pipe, which hadn't been running for a long time, was ignited by Dongya, flooding Ouyang, who was pruning branches.
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