Old Mrs. Fang wiped the corners of her eyes with her sleeves, smiled and placed a photo on the table.
"Are you here to ask about Yuanyuan? If I'm not mistaken, the person he met should be your grandmother."
As Old Mrs. Fang spoke, she pointed at the people in the photos.
The photo shows the Lu family’s grandparents, as well as Lu Zhiye’s parents. Sitting next to Grandma Lu is none other than Old Lady Fang.
"You don't have a photo of your grandmother, do you? This is the only one I have."
The incident happened too suddenly and many things were stolen.
Many of the things that could not be taken away were burned in the fire.
Including those photos!
The people in the photo are full of energy and vigor.
Yan Wenqing and the others still looked young, and the two old ladies smiled gently, apparently they were close friends.
"We asked someone to take this photo. Your grandmother was already 40 years old at that time, so you can't tell."
When Old Lady Fang said this, her eyes were full of smiles.
Before I knew it, 30 years had passed.
Lu Zhiye held the photo tightly in his hand, and his eyes unconsciously became moist.
He is not a stupid man. Old Lady Fang's ambiguous words and his ability to be reborn all indicate that it is related to his grandmother.
In Lu Zhiye's memory, from the moment he can remember, it was his grandmother with bound feet who carried him around.
People say that children only become intelligent when they are six or seven years old, and things that happened before will gradually fade away.
But Lu Zhiye still remembers things from when he was two years old. In his memory, the little old lady always used her dry and slender hands to gently brush the dust off his body.
When she smiles, there are two dimples at the corners of her mouth and her eyebrows are curved, as if all the suffering can pass.
At that time, Lu Zhiye had just had a fight with someone in the village. When he came back and heard his grandmother's gentle and comforting words, he swallowed all the grievances he had suffered.
Old Lady Fang smoothed her windblown hair by her ears, her voice a little ethereal: "There are some things I can't say too much.
But remember one thing, no matter what time, there are people who care about you.
Yuanyuan had this thought because she had just been to the gates of hell.
The three souls and seven spirits are not yet stable, they will be slowly forgotten later.
As for this line of work, it turns out that your little girl and I have some connection.
But it seems to have been erased by your grandma, so let it be.
After I am gone, you should bury these things of mine in the southwest corner of the backyard and never touch them again."
Old Mrs. Fang's words seemed to be about her final arrangements.
This made Lu Zhiye feel a little uneasy. He lowered his eyes to look at Old Lady Fang who was sitting on the bed, and saw a gentle smile on the old lady's face.
It was as if I had returned to the peaceful moment in the photo.
"Okay, don't worry about it, I'll take care of it.
Go back and rest quickly, it’s getting late.”
Lu Zhiye stammered twice, wanting to say something.
But when he saw Old Mrs. Fang turned her body away, he closed his mouth again.
After turning around and leaving, he closed the door gently.
What no one knew was that shortly after midnight, the old lady’s previously cloudy eyes suddenly became clear.
She seemed to be that innocent and happy girl again: "Sister Lu, are you here to pick me up?"
In response to her was the flickering kerosene lamp.
"I have done what I promised you.
Look, your grandson is doing well now. He will surely have a peaceful and smooth life!
Alas, thanks to you for coming to pick me up, otherwise, I would not be able to find you by myself............"
As the kerosene lamp went out, Old Mrs. Fang's bright eyes slowly closed.
In her hand, she still tightly grasped the photo...
The next day, Yan Wenqing opened the door and prepared to call Old Mrs. Fang to get up and eat.
She was seen wearing a brand new outfit with her hands crossed on her abdomen.
Lie there quietly!
In an instant, Yan Wenqing had a bad feeling.
She shouted twice with trembling lips: "Mother, godmother......"
But no matter how she shouted, there was no longer the old lady with the lame foot who would stand up and respond with a smile.
Yan Wenqing was speechless for a long time, until Xiao An, who didn't understand what was going on, came over and gently pushed her.
Yan Wenqing then burst into tears!
She fell to the ground, knelt on her knees, and moved step by step towards Old Lady Fang's bed with her body trembling.
Xiao An was startled, as if he knew something. With tears in his eyes, he quickly ran to the next yard.
But before he could run to the next yard, Lu Zhiye and Wen Sihe came running over in a hurry.
"What's wrong? Why is our mother crying?"
Lu Zhiye pulled Xiao An out, and Xiao An couldn't hold back her tears any longer: "Grandma Fang, Grandma Fang seems to be gone......"
Lu Zhiye felt as if he had been hit by a club. Ever since Old Lady Fang said those words to him yesterday, Lu Zhiye had guessed that this moment would happen.
But he didn't expect that this moment would come so quickly!
So fast that he was caught off guard...
He stumbled into Old Lady Fang's room. Looking at Yan Wenqing who was crying like a tearful person, Lu Zhiye was a little afraid to look at Old Lady Fang lying on the bed.
His eyes were red and his nose felt sore. When he blinked, tears started to fall.
For a moment, the whole courtyard was filled with suppressed crying.
After Tuantuan and Yuanyuan got up, they heard the noise here and thought something happened.
He didn't even bother to put on his hat and just ran over here.
Seeing Old Mrs. Fang lying there motionless, the two children were so scared that they stood still and dared not move.
Tuantuan was more mature, and seemed to know what this meant. His eyes suddenly turned red.
Yuanyuan walked carefully to Grandma Fang, stretched out her hand and grabbed her arm: "Grandma Fang, get up, get up and play with me.
Are you angry because of what I asked you yesterday?
I won't ask you any more questions, just get up and play with me."
The child's innocent words made the adults present break down and cry.
No matter how Yuanyuan shook Grandma Fang's arm, the Grandma Fang who once stood at the door with a smile and taught them how to knead dough step by step would never come back.
"Mom, why doesn't Grandma Fang get up? She promised to make me a little chicken today.
Why doesn’t she get up and talk to me? Mom…~”
Yuanyuan also realized something and started crying loudly.
Lu Zhiye wiped away his tears and took the photo from Old Lady Fang's hand.
He simply tidied her clothes and took out a string of firecrackers from the woodshed next door.
The sound of firecrackers suddenly rang out in the village, startling many people so much that they raised their heads from their bowls of noodles!
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