When Shen Xian returned home, she felt inexplicably tired. She placed the thermos bucket on the cabinet at the door, kicked off her shoes, walked barefoot to the low sofa by the balcony, and fell in.

The wind was very strong, but fortunately she closed the window when she went out, so she could lie quietly and listen to the howling of the wind outside the window without having to get up to close the window.

She picked up a book on the table. It was "The Road Less Traveled" written by an American psychiatrist. It talked about how people can live a new and peaceful life after going through a series of difficult and even painful changes. And a rich life.

This was recommended to Shen Xian by the psychiatrist whose parents forced her to see her when her condition was at its worst. She continued to see it intermittently.

I have watched it several times over the years, but each time I gain something different.

As she looked at it, her eyelids began to fight. Maybe she was too comfortable, maybe she was too tired from running around. Lying in the sun, she soon squinted uncontrollably, and the book fell to her Covering the face, blocking the dazzling light.

Shen Xian's home is an old house, where his grandparents lived many years ago.

She has been living here since she retired from the team three years ago.

She is a person who likes simplicity, so she slightly changed the furnishings of the room and added some furniture and small equipment that young people would like.

There is a row of various pillows on the sofa. They are cute, uniquely designed, and colorful. They are neatly staying where they should be.

Outside the soft white gauze curtains, there is a thick layer of blackout curtains. For people like Shen Xian who have difficulty falling asleep, a comfortable sleeping environment is very important.

The room overall looks very warm, neat and clean. Sometimes Shen Xian starts cleaning the room when she can't sleep at night. She likes the clean and fresh look of the room.

There is a row of green plants she raises on the balcony, most of which are succulent and require little care.

She often forgets to water them, and she doesn't like the lifeless look of her home, so she simply rears batches of flowers to death and replaces them with plants that can survive on their own.

At this moment, Shen Xian was like a soft rabbit, nestled on the lazy sofa, curled up, holding her hands tightly to her chest. As time went by, the light and shadow moved from her toes to cover her face. on the books.

She should be sleeping deeply, breathing evenly, and the arms folded in front of her chest rising and falling regularly with her breathing.

She didn't know how long she had slept, but Shen Xian was woken up by a phone ringing.

She was so excited that she knocked the book covering her face in panic, picked up the phone that fell on the ground, and tried to open her eyes wide to look at the name on the phone screen. After seeing the notes on the caller ID clearly, she lazily returned to I lay back and connected the video call.

"grandmother……"

Shen Xian, who had just woken up, had a soft and waxy voice, which sounded a bit coquettish at first glance.

"Xianxian, what are you doing?"

On the other end of the phone was grandma's doting question. Before she could answer, the old man said again: "Are you sleeping in?"

"Well, grandma, I was lying on the sofa reading a book and accidentally fell asleep."

Shen Xian rubbed his eyes, his voice was very nasal when he spoke, and his feet were kicking briskly on the ground.

"Why did you fall asleep on the sofa again? It's cold now. Be careful of catching a cold."

The old man frowned, looking at his granddaughter with messy hair on the screen, lazily rubbing his head, and scolded him.

"Hey, I know. The sun was so sunny when I was sitting here just now..."

As Shen Xian was talking, he looked up and looked where there was sunlight. Except for the faint golden beam shining on the wall, Father Sun had already covered his face and was getting ready to get off work.

"You, you, you have to take care of yourself when you are alone outside, you know."

The old man said, and the camera turned to shine on the two large jars placed on the table, "Xianxian, look, grandma has made pickles, and in a few days I will pick the apples in the garden, and I will send them to you." "

Shen Xian grew up with her grandma since she was a child. Her grandma's cooking is very to her liking. When she heard about the newly pickled pickles, her eyes lit up.

Pickling pickles is something they must do before winter every year. It is like a custom and more like an inheritance.

Every year, Shen Xian can eat radishes pickled by his grandma, and there is also a numbing dish made from cabbage that is also very delicious. Grandma said it was hemp, but she didn’t know, but it was just delicious anyway.

"Then did you keep it for yourself?"

"That said, can I still starve myself? Of course I kept some. I even sent a can to my neighbor, your Aunt Li's house."

"Oh, it turns out I wasn't the first person grandma thought of. Tsk tsk, even the neighbor's aunt ate it before me." When Shen Xian saw the old lady, he seemed to be in a much better mood and started laughing.

"You stinky girl!" Grandma smiled and frowned, poking Shen Xian's face on the screen with her hand.

"Grandma, at the beginning of tomorrow, remember to collect the flowers." Shen Xian narrowed his eyes, looked at the old lady's actions with a smile, and wrinkled his nose coquettishly.

The old lady's expression darkened slightly, "Yes, I remember."

I have been ordering flowers for my grandma every month for five years.

The two people suddenly fell silent.

The old lady is over 70 years old this year. Fortunately, she is in good health. This has a lot to do with her open-minded mentality. She has maintained her own pace of life for so many years, living alone in her hometown and guarding her all her life. Small garden.

"Xianxian, have you called your parents?"

The old lady broke the silence first.

Shen Xian said nothing and shook his head.

"Your father called me this morning and told me which island they were going to. It sounded weird and deserted. I didn't know why they were going to such a cold place."

"Iceland?" Shen Xian answered lightly.

"Ah, yes, that's right, it's Iceland. It sounds very cold." Grandma said, feeling that her nerves were frozen, and she curled her lips in disgust.

Shen Xian smiled slightly and said, "It's a country in Northern Europe, but it's called Iceland. It's not as cold as you think."

"Really? Oh...it's not cold?" the old lady said casually and doubtfully.

"Um."

The two chatted for a long time. The old lady told Shen Xian that she went to the garden today to see the apples. They ripened very quickly and were very red. The neighbor's dog gave birth to another litter of cubs. The small litter looked at the apples. It's so pitiful; the fence in front of the door was poked with a hole by a sheep from the opposite side, and she repaired it herself. She is so angry that she won't throw feed to that sheep when she sees it, but she will still give it to other sheep when they pass by. …

Shen Xian felt like laughing when he heard this. Why is the old lady so cute?

"Grandma, after I finish my work for a while, I will go back to see you." Shen Xian smiled and the corners of his eyes became moist.

"You do your job well and come back to see what I'm doing. I'm very good."

The old lady tidied herself up neatly. She was wearing a beige thin shirt bought by Shen Xiang. Her hair was neatly short and a little gray, but she looked very energetic and her eyes were bright and bright. gentle.

After a warm phone call, it was already dusk.

Shen Xian sat up in the darkness and looked out the window in a daze for a while before getting up from the sofa.
Chapter completed!