The oden stall that Cong Nian often visits is owned by an old lady riding a tricycle.
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The old lady is over seventy years old, with gray hair and a plump figure. Her legs and feet are not very flexible due to a fall in her early years, and she walks with a limp.
But the old lady smiled very kindly.
This made the little girl think of her grandmother who had passed away many years ago when she first saw her in the crowd at the school gate.
The similar voice, smile and figure in memory slowly overlapped.
It was as if I was back many years ago, when I was sitting in the stroller, waving my little hands at my grandmother who was doing farm work, and just learning to speak.
During the winter vacation when he was young, Cong Nian looked forward to going back to his grandmother’s house to celebrate the New Year the most.
Grandma always liked to hold her hand and go to many places.
Go to the vegetable market early in the morning, buy her a pretty little skirt, and use a broom to chase away the boys who scare her...
He also said that she was the most beautiful and well-behaved girl in the world.
The most profound memories left by Cong Nian in her childhood were the days she spent with her grandmother.
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However, time is merciless and illness is the most cruel tormentor.
Without knowing it, it will take a person's life.
She watched her grandmother's hair gradually turn gray, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes deepen, her eye sockets become sunken, and her legs and feet become heavy.
When working in the fields, I often sprain my waist and fall on the edge of the field for a long time without being able to stand up.
She was no longer the grandmother she remembered, who stood tall and proud, looking like a victorious general even with a broom.
Only later did she realize that her grandmother was ill.
But her family didn't tell her what disease her grandmother had, so she thought that her grandmother would recover after resting for a while and would be able to play with her again.
Grandma promised to knit her a more beautiful doll.
Every day she would go to her grandmother's bed, climb onto the bed by kicking her legs, then sit by the bed, holding her grandmother's hand that was exposed outside the quilt, and sing her grandmother's favorite song to her.
She thought that this way her grandmother would get better faster.
But that doesn't seem to be the case.
The plumpness of the past was gone. In just one month, those warm hands became skinny.
She was also kicked out of the room by the adults and was not allowed to sit on her grandmother's bed anymore.
She couldn't understand why they did that.
After all, grandma has said it more than ten thousand times that she is the best child.
Grandma likes her the most.
One day, she finally ran in again when the adults were not in the room, and climbed onto her grandmother's bed with joy.
But the appearance of the person on the bed frightened her to tears.
She had never seen such a thin person, like a skeleton ghost in a horror story.
This was not the grandmother she remembered.
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And grandma no longer recognized who she was, she didn't remember her.
Since then, Cong Nian almost never took the initiative to look for her grandmother again.
Every time she hid behind the door and secretly looked at the person lying on the bed, she saw her opening her mouth and breathing with difficulty, as if the simplest thing in the world had become difficult for her.
She couldn't associate her with her grandmother at all.
It will leave at any time.
When she was a child, her understanding of birth, aging, sickness and death was not so strong.
She didn't know that illness would take away the people who loved her.
So when one day all the adults in the family gathered around the bed and cried and wailed, Cong Nian realized that her grandmother had left her forever and gone to another world.
But she didn't cry with her eyes red, she just hugged the doll her grandmother knitted for her tightly to her chest.
Later, when I woke up in the middle of the night, that familiar voice would often appear in my dreams, as if it had never left.
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So when Cong Nian saw the old lady selling oden for the first time, she felt a sense of familiarity.
Even when I saw her for the first time, in the crowded crowd after school, I suddenly burst into tears.
He Sui was shocked at that time.
From then on, Cong Nian would drag He Sui to visit the old lady's stall almost every day.
Even if it's just a few chats with grandma about family matters, it would be good.
Looking at grandma, it was as if she was back in those sunny winter days when her grandma held her in her arms and told her the story of Snow White.
Everything is so beautiful and warm, worth remembering.
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