"No, no, Donghu, I want Donghu..."
Zhu Cuilan was close enough to hear what the old lady was shouting. She was a little confused and asked, "Winter Lake is right here. Look, old lady, Winter Lake is right here."
But no matter what anyone said, the old lady couldn't come back to her senses. Her eyes were still fixed on the beams of the house, and she was shouting for Donghu. After a long time, so long that Zhu Cuilan kept urging the doctor why he hadn't come yet, she couldn't stay in the house and kept walking around in circles.
After being confused for a while, the old lady turned her face to Yang Donghu beside the bed, opened her mouth several times, but no sound came out. Yang Donghu looked at her like this and still held her hand tightly, until the old lady called out "Donghu" clearly, then he closed his eyes and no matter how he called out, there was no response.
"grandmother!!"
No matter how hard Yang Donghu shook the old lady, she didn't wake up. Finally, he couldn't help but break down and burst into tears. He lay on top of the old lady and refused to get up: "Grandma, don't go!"
Zhu Cuilan was startled, her nose felt sore and tears started to fall. She stood by the bed and kept wiping her tears.
Zhao Fangchu did not see the old lady for the last time. When he hurried over with the doctor, he heard the shrill cries from the house while standing in the yard. The corners of his mouth curled up and tears fell.
Zhao He was in town and came back quickly. He rushed back as soon as he received the news, but he was unable to return before the old lady passed away. He could only force himself to find a man in the village to help with the funeral arrangements.
The mountain road was difficult to walk on, and Zhao Luochuan did not dare to delay for a moment. Even so, it was already evening when he returned home.
Yang Donghu was so sad that she cried for a long time and fainted. She was helped back to her room. Zhao Luochuan came back to see the old lady off for the last time, and then went back to the room to stay with her husband.
It would be more accurate to say that Yang Donghu was dragged into the past by an unknown force rather than fainting. His sadness did not diminish here. The scene that appeared before his eyes was first the birth and abandonment of Yang Donghu in this world, and then the warm moments between him and the old lady from childhood to adulthood.
Yang Donghu finished reading the whole thing with red eyes, and suddenly his eyes went dark. He could only take two steps forward by feeling. In the void, he saw two figures, one tall and one short, walking forward with their backs to him and supporting each other.
He was very familiar with the figure, and Yang Donghu shouted: "Grandma!"
The kind-faced old lady turned around when she heard his call, still smiling. The person next to her also turned around. It was a face that Yang Donghu was very familiar with, his own face.
But his face was still young, with a few bruises on it, and his clothes were tattered. He was terrified and held the old lady's arm tightly, refusing to let go.
The old lady smiled gently and waved to Yang Donghu: "Go back, I found Donghu, let's go."
As she spoke, she retreated. Yang Donghu took two steps forward to catch up with her. He saw the face that looked exactly like his suddenly change its expression. It smiled innocently and waved at him. Her voice was full of joy: "Thank you. Let's go."
"Wait, grandma, wait." Yang Donghu wanted to say something, but the figures of the two people in front were getting smaller and smaller. He ran two steps anxiously, but he stepped on empty air and a feeling of weightlessness swept over his body. He screamed in fright.
"Winter Lake!"
When he woke up, he felt someone hugging him. When he opened his eyes and saw Zhao Luochuan, whose eyes were bloodshot from staying up all night, he burst into tears: "Um... I, I saw grandma, but I couldn't catch up. She, she walked too fast, I couldn't catch up... Um... I couldn't catch up..."
Zhao Luochuan hugged the man tightly in his arms and patted his back gently: "It's good that you woke up, it's good that you woke up, I was scared to death, cry if you want, I'm here."
The entire Zhao family was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere. No one had the energy to laugh or joke anymore. The entire yard was silent, except for the occasional sobbing sound.
My grandmother, Ms. He, was a virtuous and prudent person. Her ancestral home was in Jingnan. She was born on the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month in the Xinchou year. She suffered from an incurable disease and passed away on the ninth day of the ninth lunar month in this year of the Yimao year. She died of natural causes at the age of sixty-two.
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