mung bean cake
Fu Xingchuan's ideal type was a hot topic in the school.
"Isn't it me who is smart and brave?"
"Come on! You're too cowardly to even raise your hand to answer a question."
“What is the standard of health?”
"I guess he likes those who are white and plump. You who are skinny and bony probably won't be a good match."
Lin Luo was reviewing in the hallway outside Class 17, listening to the discussion of two girls standing nearby. The next exam was a math test, so she scooted over to the side with her notebook until she was far enough away to no longer hear their voices.
"Xiaoxiao." Tong Yun patted her shoulder.
"Which class are you taking the exam in?"
"Class 20." It's on the same floor.
"Let's go out for dinner together after the exam!" Lin Luo said to her, to relieve her tension.
"Don't panic, you've worked so hard for so long, you will definitely do well in the exam this time." Tong Yun encouraged her.
"I'll try my best." Lin Luo said to her with a smile.
"Students outside, please come in!" the invigilator came out and said.
"I'm leaving."
"Yeah." Lin Luo gave her an encouraging gesture and then entered the examination room.
"The exam begins!"
Lin Luo picked up the pen and started from the first question.
Time passed by minute by minute. Lin Luo was sitting next to the corridor. There were still forty minutes left when the exam ended. In addition to the small questions she didn't know how to answer at the beginning, she still had three big questions to answer.
She calmed down and calculated patiently, but her pen suddenly ran out of ink and she couldn't write. She quickly took out a new one from her pencil case and happened to look up to see Tong Yun running down the corridor.
She looked pale and anxious. Lin Luo had a bad feeling. She swallowed and looked at the blank answer area. Her mind suddenly went blank and her thoughts became confused.
After the exam, Lin Luo didn’t know where Tong Yun went, and no one else knew either. She was still confused until she finished taking all the subjects.
It was on the first day of the Labor Day holiday that Tong Yun called her. She said in a trembling voice, "Xiaoxiao, I don't have a grandma anymore..."
Lin Luo burst into tears when she heard her words. Her grandparents and her grandparents had all died early, and she had also experienced the grief of losing a loved one, but she still had her parents, while Tong Yun had no one else.
She choked up and said, "You still have me. Where are you? I'm coming to find you."
At nine o'clock in the morning, she walked through the bustling crowd and walked out of Changlin Lane. Du Yunyan just came back from buying vegetables and saw her running in a hurry and asked her where she was going.
"Tong Yun's grandmother passed away. I'm going to find her." She said crying and was about to run away.
Du Yunyan grabbed her and said, "I have to deliver a batch of urgent goods to Aunt Hu later, so I can't go with you."
"Don't cry after you see Tong Yun. You are there to support her. Remember?"
"Yeah." Lin Luo nodded.
"Go! Bring her home for dinner tonight."
"good."
After leaving the alley, Lin Luo wanted to hail a taxi, but a bus came just in time, so she got on it.
The bus wasn't crowded, so Lin found a seat and sat down, watching the endless stream of cars passing through the window, each converging at the same intersection and heading off to a different destination.
To the left is the hospital, where a new life may be welcomed, while to the opposite direction is the funeral home, where a dying life withers away.
Thinking of how Grandma Liu had called a few days ago to say she wanted to make mung bean cakes for her, Lin Luo started crying again.
Someone noticed that she was crying, frowned, and made a few "tsk" sounds, but Lin Luo couldn't control herself and couldn't stop.
"I'm sorry, something happened at home. Please understand." Lin Luo raised her head and saw Fu Xingchuan standing in front of the man.
He was tall and not wearing a school uniform. He was dressed in black and a baseball cap. He had a strong aura but a good attitude. He handed the bottle of drink in his hand to the man.
The man refused to answer, and the other people in the car spoke up for him.
"Take it. Everyone has their breakdowns sometimes. Please be understanding."
The old lady sitting in front of Lin Qiao turned around, took out a few plum candies from a plastic bag and handed them to her, "Little girl, there are no obstacles in life that you can't overcome."
"Thank you!" Lin Luo took it and saw the man take the drink bottle from Fu Xingchuan's hand. Fu Xingchuan walked over and sat on the chair next to her.
He didn't say anything, took off his hat and put it on her head, and handed her a pack of tissues.
The old lady in front looked back at her from time to time. Lin Luo looked at her gray hair and thought of Grandma Liu. Tears kept falling down, and she wiped them away with paper.
Lin Luo was going to the funeral home, at the terminal. When they were almost there, they were the only ones left in the car besides the driver. Lin Luo stopped sobbing and asked Fu Xingchuan, "Are you going to the funeral home too?"
"No, I came to see our old dog. It's buried in the cemetery behind the funeral home."
"Oh." Lin Luo wiped her face clean.
"Stop crying"
"I can't cry anymore." Lin Luo took off her hat and returned it to him. "Thank you."
"I'll lend it to you!"
"No, I'm afraid I'll lose it again." Lin Luo looked at him and asked, "Can you... lend me some strength?"
"What to do"
"Tell me 'You have to be strong'."
"You have to be strong." Fu Xingchuan stared at Lin Luo, his words sounding more serious.
Lin Xiao was silent for a moment before speaking, "Thank you."
The bus sounded a warning, "We have arrived at the final stop. Please take your belongings with you and watch your step when you get off the bus."
Lin Qiao and Fu Xingchuan said goodbye and went into the funeral home. Although the temperature was very high today, it was chilly inside the funeral home.
Lin Luo really got strength from Fu Xingchuan, as if an invisible hand was supporting her, and she was supporting Tong Yun.
She accompanied Tong Yun to cremate Grandma Liu and put the ashes in a small box. Tong Yun held the heavy urn, and Lin Luo held a black umbrella to block the sun, and went into the cemetery with her for burial.
Tong Yun cried very sadly, and Lin Luo held her until sunset.
Grandma Liu died of a sudden myocardial infarction while making mung bean cakes in the kitchen. There was no one at home, and the golden time for rescue was missed.
People always like to say there's a long way to go. They repeatedly throw their bad feelings at their families, thinking they can make it up to them later; they repeatedly break appointments with friends, thinking they'll just get together next time; they repeatedly push their loved ones away, thinking they'll never leave.
But things are unpredictable, and people see each other less and less often, so we should go home often, raise a toast with friends, hug our loved ones, and cherish each opportunity and memories of seeing each other more.
That day, the two of them deeply remembered the taste of the mung bean cakes made by Grandma Liu. Perhaps one day, they will taste a similar taste, and they will hug each other like they do today, crying and missing her.
Tong Yun stayed at Lin Luo's house for three days during the holiday. It seemed that she had cried all her tears and could not cry anymore. It was as if her soul had been pulled out of her body. She lay on the bed like a walking corpse without saying a word.
It was obvious that she had no appetite, but Du Yunyan kept picking up food for her, so she had to force herself to take a few bites.
Lin Luo stayed with her in the room, but she would cry whenever she thought of Grandma Liu. She was afraid that talking to her would make her even sadder, and she didn't know what to do.
She asked Xu Yangyang on QQ, thinking she would know since she was so good at comforting people. But Xu Yangyang was clearly online but didn't reply. Not knowing what had happened, she felt a little worried.
She ran to ask Zhu Changyu: "Do you know what happened to Xu Yangyang? I can't contact her."
Zhu Changyu replied immediately: [I don't know, maybe he went crazy playing with Fang Shao!]
Lao Hu: [Do you know where they went? Are they in danger?]
Zhu Zhu Xia: [She said she was going to the playground. She's already grown up, so how could she be in danger? Besides, she knows Taekwondo and can bite people, so she'll be fine.]
Zhu Zhu Xia: [What do you want to talk to her about?]
Lao Hu: [I want to ask her how to comfort Tong Yun.]
Zhu Zhu Xia: [What happened to Tong Yun? ]
Lin Luo forgot that he didn't know yet, [her grandmother had passed away.]
Probably thinking he had seen it wrong, he replied after a while: [She must be very sad, does she need me to come and accompany her? ]
Lao Hu: [I think she would rather be alone, but I'm also afraid she'll become depressed.]
Zhu Zhu Xia: [I'll help you think of a solution.]
Tiger: [Okay.]
Five minutes later, Zhu Changyu sent several audio clips. Lin Luo listened to them first with headphones. They were recordings of him singing, and each one was soothing and healing. He hadn't lied to Lin Luo; he really did sing beautifully.
Zhu Zhu Xia: [Can you play it for her?]
Lao Hu: [Of course, thank you, it’s very useful.]
Lin Luo unplugged her wired headphones and turned the volume to a moderate level. She glanced at Tong Yun. She did not resist. Zhu Changyu's singing voice echoed in the room. Lin Luo went out and closed the door gently, leaving her alone.
In the living room, Tang Muchen sat on the sofa playing with toys. Lin Luo sat down in the corner and saw Tang Muchen looking at her. "Can I borrow your place to sit cross-legged?"
"Aren't you already sitting down?" He didn't chase Lin Luo away. Thinking about it carefully, he hadn't teased Lin Luo for a long time.
"What happened to that sister?"
"Her grandmother passed away." Lin Luo saw his kindergarten backpack lying next to him and asked, "Do you know what passing away means?"
"I know! The teacher told us that it turns into a star and flies into the sky, and we can never see it again."
"Mom said that grandma turned into a star before I was born. Have you seen her?" he asked, pointing to a photo frame on the cabinet under the TV.
Lin Luo's memory of her grandmother is very vague. She passed away when she was seven years old. At that time, Lin Dayong was negotiating a very important contract and did not receive Du Yunyan's call. They returned to Nan'an three days later.
She was still young at that time and had never experienced life and death. She couldn't cry when looking at her grandmother's portrait. Du Yunyan pinched her several times and said that she didn't want her anymore. Only then did she cry out.
"Sister" Tang Muchen frowned and tears came out of her eyes.
"Why are you crying?" Lin Luo asked him.
"You...you are not allowed to complain to Fu...Fu Xingchuan."
"What's the complaint?"
"Tell him I made you cry. He... he said if I bully you again, he won't wait until I grow up. He will beat me... beat me now." He really cried as he said that.
Lin Luo was afraid that Tong Yun would hear her, so she quickly covered his mouth and said, "Don't cry. If you cry, I'll tell him."
He immediately stopped talking and Lin Qi let him go.
"When did he say that?" Lin Luo asked.
Tang Muchen answered honestly: "The day after I stole your calligraphy."
"Did you provoke him again?" He was still young, and Lin Luo felt that he might have misunderstood Fu Xingchuan's meaning.
"I didn't." Tang Muchen thought of this and got angry. "He deliberately blocked my way and wouldn't let me go."
How could Fu Xingchuan be so childish as to compete with a little kid? Lin Qi recalled that Fu Xingchuan had accompanied her all the way to the terminal in the morning. Was it a coincidence? Or did he also have a crush on her and did it on purpose?
As Lin Luo thought about this, a heavy rain began to fall outside the window. The sound of raindrops hitting the tightly closed window was mixed in with her crying. The sound was not loud, coming from her room, and was mostly drowned out by the sound of the rain.
Cry! The sky will clear up after you cry, but you will never forget this damp weather in your life.
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