This is the village in memory.

A car drove smoothly along the country road. The wind blew the wheat waves like soft long hair, and the walls were covered with weeds with long vines and purple flowers.

Yuan Jia rolled down the car window and looked at the scenery outside the window, and also looked at the old house on the other side from a distance.

He grew up here.

Like the children in the village, he also rolled in the fields and played marbles in the yard. Sometimes he made trouble and was chased and spanked by his grandmother with a bamboo whip.

The old house is the same as in memory, only older.

There was an old woman sitting in front of the door, staring blankly in the distance. The wind blew the white old wooden door behind her, making a creaking sound. She was Yuan Jia's grandmother.

Grandma was thin and haggard. When she knew he was coming back, she sat at the door waiting for him. The sunlight fell mottledly on her through the leaves of the old poplar tree, and she seemed to blend in with the fallen leaves on the ground.

Grandma's memory was very poor, but she could clearly recognize Yuan Jia's car until it drove into the village and walked onto the path leading to her house, and she saw it.

Then a glimmer of light seemed to flash in her eyes that had buried traces of time. She held on to the wooden door with peeling red paint and stood up with difficulty. On her face that looked like withered tree bark, from her forehead to her eyes to the corners of her mouth,

A smile gradually unfolded.

Yuan Jia took his wife and children out of the car and took out a lot of things. His wife took the things into the house, and the children acted in the yard like he did when he was a child.

He came over to support grandma, and he could feel the thinness and trembling of her arms, which made Yuan Jia feel a little distressed.

He is thirty-one years old this year, and his grandma is eighty-seven years old.

"I'm home……"

"grandmother."

Yuanjia had to speak very loudly, otherwise she couldn't hear clearly. Even though many times she didn't hear clearly what Yuanjia was saying, she always smiled.

"Let's go inside. There's a traffic jam when we come back. It's almost noon and the sun is hot..."

"well……"

Back at the house, Yuan Yuan and Yang Hemei were preparing meals. They retired after their son got married. The old man was unwilling to leave the old house and live outside, so the couple simply returned to their hometown to take care of her.

Yuan Jia would come back every week to visit, no matter how busy he was at work, he loved the land where he grew up and the grandmother in front of him who was half buried in the ground.

…

There are two things that people cannot avoid in this world: sadness and farewell.

Yuanjia didn't know when the farewell would come, he could only cherish the time together.

Grandpa passed away early, so grandma kept the old house by herself. Her roots are here. If her children and descendants could come back to see her often, it would be enough to make her as happy as a child.

Grandma is a girl from the north. She often holds Yuan Jia’s hand and tells him about things in the north.

Whenever this happens, a picture will appear in Yuanjia's mind. He seems to be able to see his grandmother when she was young. She is a beautiful girl wearing a floral blouse. Her wheat-colored skin is healthy and full of vitality. She is walking with a hoe on her back.

On the wheat field, the wind blew up the wheat waves, and also blew up the hair on her forehead, revealing a delicate hairpin.

This was a hairpin given to her by her grandfather, but the young girl did not expect that because of this hairpin, she would leave the north where she grew up, follow her grandfather to the south, have her own family, and work hard for it all her life.

The hairpin is still there, hidden in the wooden dressing box in her room.

She would often open the dressing box and look at the exquisite objects inside, but time not only left traces on her face, but also left rust spots on these objects.

There is still a black and white photo on the dressing table from many years ago, which has long been blurred. It is a group photo of grandma and grandpa. Like people of that era, taking pictures is accompanied by a sense of ritual. The two people's restrained hands have nowhere to place, looking at

The lens left behind this precious image.

Grandma picked up the hairpin, and the golden copper hairpin vaguely reflected her old face.

She seemed to be talking to Yuan Jia beside her, and she seemed to be talking to herself.

"When I die, I want to go back and see your grandfather again..."

Yuan Jia's eyes were red, he held her thin hand, gently took off the hairpin and put it back in the dressing box.

"Grandma, you are talking nonsense again..."

…

The old man can really feel the time of his own death.

He was still busy at work, and Yuan Jia was always worried about his grandfather. He passed away early, and he didn't have a deep impression on him. His grandmother stayed with him throughout his childhood.

One night half a year later, he received a call from his father.

Grandma was critically ill and hospitalized. Yuan Jia rushed back to her hometown overnight. The red light on the hospital sign was a bit dazzling, piercing her heart like a nail.

"I'm fine..."

Grandma also came to comfort him. She opened her mouth with difficulty and said, "Go back to work... There is a big family behind you..."

The children who used to play under her knees have also gotten married. She is not sad, but feels happy.

"grandmother……"

When Yuan Jia listened to her words, he could still hold back his emotions.

But when he saw her dove-shaped face and held her cold and thin palm that was holding water, a senseless sadness immediately swept through his body and mind. He seemed to have turned back into the wronged child in his childhood.

He lay hopelessly beside her bed and cried.

On this day, Yuan Jia could feel that this might be the last time he and his grandma would get along.

He gave up all his work and stayed at the hospital bed for a week, feeding her food and water just like she had done before, but she could no longer eat many things.

Yuan Jia was frantically looking for folk remedies and medicines that he had previously dismissed, just in case they were useful...

The unique smell of disinfectant in the ward smelled like the ashes of burning past events, stinging his lungs. Yuan Jia had never felt so uncomfortable.

"When I die, I want to go back and see your grandfather again..."

Grandma said this again. She was like a candle that was about to burn out. Sometimes she opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She just opened her eyes with difficulty and looked at her son and grandson beside the bed.

Yuan Jia could see her weak soul. He tried to hold her tight in a panic, but in her cloudy eyes he saw the far north and the figure who brought her to the south.

…

Grandma left and went back to her north.

Yuan Jia was so overwhelmed with grief that he couldn't get out of it. Often when he was at work, he would think of her appearance and the last bit of warmth in his hands, so he would run out of the office, run to the dark stairwell where no one was around, and squat against the wall.

cry.

She should live well in another world, where there are wheat fields, magpies, dragonflies, and a young man waving to her from the other side of the field.

Yuanjia would often see her in his dreams and talk to her, expressing his reluctance and longing for her.

Like a stubborn young man fighting a trapped beast.

Yuanjia was in this state for half a year, until he stopped avoiding it.

He chose to remember this sadness forever because the person he missed was among it.

Deep thoughts.

Yuan Jia understood that he could no longer have the person who passed away. Apart from the voice and smile in his memories, he could not even touch her again.

if……

If you can hold her hand every time you get together and say goodbye, look at her one more time, say one more word to her, listen carefully, and feel one more point, you will be able to

Have this warm moment.

"I was once loved by you, and I love you deeply. I don't know how far you have to travel to see me in my dream..."

"Grandma, thank you for spending time with me."

"I love these days deeply and I accept everything, including sadness."

…

The dream shattered and turned into specks of cold light.

The early morning sunlight shone into the room. Yuan Jia stared blankly at the ceiling with his eyes open. There were still clear traces of tears on his face, and the pillow was soaked.

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