The white-haired old man stood in the rain, shivering.
People looked at her in silence, the banners in their hands trembling in the rain.
At this time, the guards received an order to expel the people. They immediately raised their explosion-proof shields and pressed towards the people.
"No gathering! Get out of here!"
"No gathering! Get out of here!"
The guards shouted and pushed people around like a flood breaking through a dam. They picked up water cannons and pepper spray and pointed them at people.
The old lady was pushed and staggered, falling backwards.
A red umbrella was tilted over her head.
Then, a hand held her shoulder.
The old lady looked up with tears in her eyes. Under the bright red umbrella, the black-haired young man lowered his eyes slightly. The heavy rain blew past his side, as if it could not penetrate under the umbrella. His eyes were clear, reflecting her silver hair.
For a moment, she almost thought her son had returned.
Her son is upright, stubborn and kind, and always believes that as long as he helps enough people, he will gain support from others.
"Tell me what happened in your family." Su Mingan bowed slightly and looked at the old lady at eye level: "I will help you."
The old lady clenched the photo in her hand and her crying became louder and louder.
…
"Granddaughter! Look who's back!"
Stepping into the dilapidated room, the old lady grabbed Su Mingan and shouted into the house:
"Granddaughter, your father is back! Come quickly and look!"
A little girl holding a teddy bear came out. She looked at Su Mingan warily and shrank back.
Su Mingan knew that people suffering from black fog disease would have some mental problems. It seemed that the old lady was temporarily ill and mistook him for her son.
The house was shabby and dilapidated, with crumbling parts and cracked white plaster on the walls.
The old lady invited a few people to sit down, and she began to busy herself in her wet flowered jacket. She made up the sofa, wiped the table, and made tea... It was getting dark, so she went into the kitchen, tied on an apron, and lit the stove.
"You guys sit down first, son, wait a moment and chat with your friends, I will cook for you." She shouted.
The blue fire flickered, and the green vegetables were sprinkled into the iron pot, mixed with the earthy yellow oil, making a rustling sound. Su Mingan stood outside the kitchen curtain, breathing in the damp rain air, looking at the old lady's thin body and the bulging purple blood vessels on her arms.
This scene somewhat overlapped with his memory. He remembered that when he was very young, his grandmother also wore an apron and cooked behind the kitchen curtain. At that time, he always thought that his grandmother was performing magic. As long as people went in, they could serve steaming hot dishes in less than half an hour.
At that time, his mother was always playing the piano outside and would not come back. So his grandmother would teach him many things. She would teach him to fold paper stars, make delicious cabbage stewed with meat, and teach him to read pictures. The first book he read was the fairy tale Peter Pan. Due to the limitations of the times, his grandmother was not very literate and could not use a Nokia phone. She knitted in the house all day. She would keep her passbook and one dollar and fifty cents in a locked iron box. She would not even pour out a basin of water, and would even keep the least delicious part of the vegetable leaves.
Usually, she would store some plum wine, and when she opened the lid, the aroma would overflow, but she always hid the plum wine where he couldn't find it, to prevent him from stealing it when he was too young. He had tried to find it, like a brave man looking for the jewels hidden by a dragon. He crawled under the bed, stood on a stool, turned over the cabinets on the ceiling, and also searched the gap of the sewing machine, but he never found it once.
At that time, grandma would smile and say to him, "You can drink it when you are older. If you get married one day, I will give you all the plum wine I have hidden away."
“…”
Later, the plum wine was gone, and grandma was gone too.
He never found the plum wine she had hidden again. It seemed as if it had quietly hidden in the small box with her and gone to a place he could not find.
Later he lived alone at home and searched every corner of the house, but could not find any trace of her.
Actually, he didn't really want to drink that plum wine.
He just wanted to prove to her that he would be obedient and would not drink secretly even if he was found.
But grandma can no longer hear.
Su Ming'an stood in the living room. The rain outside the window was getting heavier. He was looking at the old lady's back in a daze, and could hear the rustling sound of cooking.
He thought of her flowered jacket, her sewing machine, her one dollar and fifty cents coins, and the worn-out fairy tale book, and sadness welled up in his heart, as if she was still in front of him, cooking in the kitchen less than three steps away from him, and he could see her familiar face through the curtain. As long as he called her "Grandma", she would turn around, call him by his nickname, and hold his hand.
But he knew clearly that the deceased was no longer there, no matter how many times he recalled him.
This sadness made him feel unfamiliar... as if the one who missed his grandmother was not himself, but a freshman named "Su Mingan".
...and he doesn't seem to be this person.
The person behind the curtain was not his grandmother, but an old lady who was far away from his hometown and unfamiliar to him. She was even a whole world away from him.
“Here I come!”
The curtain was lifted, and the old lady came out, carrying steaming dishes. Wang Mingming and the other two, who had been hungry for a long time, immediately devoured the food, while Su Mingan moved his chopsticks for a moment, but quickly put them down.
"Why don't you eat? These are your favorite dishes. Look, the braised pork is very expensive. Eat more." When the old lady saw that Su Ming'an didn't want to eat anymore, she immediately picked up some dishes for him, wishing she could stuff all the dishes into his bowl.
"Wait a moment." Su Ming'an lowered his head and looked at Adu on his watch. Adu was sending him a message.
"Anjiang, I found a death record." said Adu.
"Yeah." Su Mingan said.
"It's a bit... shocking." said Ah Du.
"Take it out." Su Mingan said.
No matter whose death record it is, there will always be some information. Could it be the death record of Su Wensheng's mother?
Adu was silent for a while and projected a file.
…
Autopsy report:
Name of the deceased: Su Wensheng
Gender: Male
Identity: High school student at the No. 1 High School in Doa City
Date of death: February 1, 827 AD
Cause of death: Drowning
Place of death: East Lake, Inaya City
Whether it was murder: No
Note: Suicide due to excessive mental stress.
File level: SS (top secret)]
…
Su Mingan looked at the date in surprise. Today was February 7, 827.
He has been dead for six days.
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