It's unclear when it started, but from time to time, two elderly people with white hair and looking exceptionally weathered would appear in the Holy Palace of Noah's Holy Kingdom. Every day, they would get up early and the grandfather would comb the grandmother's hair in front of the Holy Palace.
Combing long hair from head to toe is no easy task, but as they say, practice makes perfect. Grandpa was probably used to it, and he could always comb Grandma's smooth hair neatly, the strands falling through his hands.
Day after day, the two old people never tired of it. They would often spend the whole day in front of the Holy Glory Imperial Palace, just like now, when they came hand in hand again.
The mother-in-law took out her newest grand piano from her spatial treasure bag and placed it on two chairs.
But my mother-in-law doesn't actually have much talent in this area. She just plays the piano and laughs to herself, as if nothing she does can make her happy.
Grandpa also indulged her, laughing along with her no matter what she did.
Sometimes, Grandpa would place his hands on Grandma's hands and lead her to play one tune after another, the melodious sounds delighting everyone.
No one can resist a cheerful person, so over time, these two elderly people became a new sight in front of the Holy Glory Imperial Palace.
Their story is one of growing old together, a tale of enduring love and affection.
One day, they came again early in the morning.
No, my mother-in-law didn't come.
Only Grandpa came.
He sat on a small stool, gazing into the distance, looking somewhat lonely.
The people around were quite surprised. Where was that grandmother?
Some people were so curious that they called their little ones over to ask.
A group of toddlers crowded around their grandfather, each with bright, beautiful eyes that blinked excitedly: "Grandpa, why are you here all alone today? Where did Grandma go?"
Grandpa replied with a smile, in a friendly tone: "I had a fight with my mother-in-law last night, and she doesn't want to come out with me today."
Upon hearing this, the children suddenly didn't know what to say.
They never imagined that a couple like Grandpa and Grandma, who had grown old together, would also quarrel.
They pondered for a moment, then asked, "Then...why did Grandpa come today?"
"..." Grandpa seemed to think for a while, then smiled and said, "Perhaps it's just a habit. Grandma is a hypocrite, all bark and no bite. She wouldn't bear to leave me all alone forever."
The children didn't really understand what it meant, but they couldn't help but giggle when they heard it.
They got really into asking questions.
They asked, "So, how did Grandpa and Grandma meet?"
Grandpa blurted out, "I've known her since she was born."
The children's eyes lit up. "Wow, that's amazing! What happened next? What happened then?"
When asked this question, Grandpa's thoughts drifted to the distance, and he smiled slightly. "Later, Grandma was a very interesting person... She seemed cold, and her words and actions were also cold, but surprisingly, she was a very warm-hearted person."
“She had a hard childhood; many people bullied her…”
The grandfather leisurely recounted stories about his grandmother. The children loved listening to stories, and this grandmother's story was no exception. They listened intently, clearly captivated by the grandfather's affection for his grandmother, and also by the fact that she was a very interesting person.
My grandparents lived during the war years. Back then, no one was as lucky as they are now. Not every country had a stable life.
Coincidentally, my grandmother was a ruler of a country back then. Although she suffered a lot of injustice when she was young, she gradually won everyone's love and respect. She used her own strength to protect her country and ensure that the people of her country could have a good life in that era.
"This sounds just like a story about a rich girl. My parents told us that even rich girls had a tough time back then."
"Shh—you can't just say things like that. My parents say that Miss is a petty person. If you talk nonsense about her, what if she holds a grudge? Miss can play some really scary games with you."
"You spoke ill of the young lady, you said she was petty!"
One of the children pointed it out, startling the child who had accused the young lady of being petty. The child quickly covered his mouth and shook his head, crying, "I...I...I didn't!"
"You have it, you definitely have it! Hahahaha—!"
The children were laughing, seemingly gloating.
Grandpa laughed along, "The young lady can be petty sometimes, so be careful she doesn't hear you, understand?"
Upon hearing this, the little ones dared not say anything more, fearing that if they said too much, the young lady would take them to play some very scary games.
Grandpa looked at the group of children and couldn't stop smiling, his gaze then falling on the statue of the young lady.
Last night, the young lady told him that she no longer wanted to appear in the form of an old woman, but wanted to appear in her original form.
He only said he was afraid she would be recognized, and she got angry.
They even kicked him out of the house.
Isn't this petty?
That's terrible, she's getting more and more spoiled as she gets older.
But he loved her spoiled nature because he had spoiled her.
I don't know when she'll let me go back.
He sighed deeply, took out the harp he had acquired during his travels, and began to play and sing softly.
He played a beautiful melody, which traveled far and wide, reaching everyone's ears.
What he sang were the notes of history.
The music and singing were exceptionally beautiful, gradually calming one's mind.
This song lasted until sunset.
The pale clouds were burned fiery red by the setting sun. Upon closer inspection, several layers of different colors could be seen. The sunlight shone directly on Grandpa's face. Suddenly, he saw a figure walking towards him in the sunlight, step by step. The figure had long, ink-black hair and a hint of displeasure on his face, but more than anything, he was reluctant to part.
The sunlight became several degrees stronger, and for a moment, no one could see what the girl looked like under the light... But even if they couldn't see her clearly, they knew she must be an exceptionally beautiful woman.
Grandpa looked at the girl in front of him and smiled.
The girl gave a soft hum: "The sun is about to set, aren't you going home yet?"
Grandpa rubbed his nose with one hand: "I was waiting for you to come pick me up."
The girl became even more unhappy: "Are you so sure I'll come to pick you up? What if I don't?"
Grandpa smiled and shook his head: "You won't not come."
Girl: "Are you that sure?"
Grandpa nodded: "Because there's someone who always has a sharp tongue but a soft heart, and wouldn't bear to see me outside in the cold wind."
The girl paused for a moment, then gave a soft hum and reached out her hand.
In the instant Grandpa reached out his hand, he seemed to grow younger too, his silver-gray hair shining like stars. He and the girl walked towards the setting sun, supporting each other, their hands clasped tightly, like silhouettes—
It merges with heaven and earth, and with the radiant light.
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