Author: Sinking Coconut Juice

The evening breeze blows in the willows, and the hanging branches drift slowly, like the beauty left behind.

The black schoolbag was slung behind Fang Yao's back, and his handsome profile looked slightly sharp under the sunlight.

Day after day, year after year, he walked alone on this road that was neither far nor near for almost seven years.

The youthful spirit that should have been expected at this age could not be seen in him, and in Ru Mo's eyes, all that seemed to be left was sadness.

He opened the very familiar door to his home.

When his peripheral vision fell on the eaves in front of the house, the flash of red light did not hide his eyes.

But his eyelids drooped slightly, his fingertips paused for a moment, unknown thoughts passed through his eyes, and then he entered the courtyard without looking back.

"came back?"

The old man who was watering the plants with a showerhead in the courtyard did not turn around, he was still looking at his flowers and plants with his back on his back.

Fang Yao looked at the strange and unknown plants on the ground in silence, and couldn't help but twitching the corner of his mouth; he softly replied "Hmm".

"My hometown sent me some things. You go in and see if you like anything. If you need it, you can keep it. If you don't like it, I'll let them take it away."

The winding water line slowly flowed past and touched the front of Fang Yao's shoes; he raised his eyes and looked at his grandfather's slightly bowed back, and suddenly stood silently, not knowing what to think.

Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, the old man slowly looked back at him with a cane, and asked with a little doubt: "Are you in a bad mood?"

His voice was old and rough, and his throat seemed to have been damaged.

Fang Yao looked up from his thoughts and met his grandfather's slightly worried gaze. He paused and slowly shook his head: "No."

He learned the skill of self-digesting emotions when his parents died. Now he and his grandfather are the only ones left in the family. He can no longer bring these bad emotions to this old man.

If he leaves too, then he is really without a friend.

The old man held the shower head and looked at him with slightly cloudy eyes for a long time. Then, after looking around the courtyard calmly for a few times, he said in a low voice: "If they feel uncomfortable, I will ask them to move away."

sky."

Hearing this, Fang Yao's heart skipped a beat, and the answer he almost blurted out when it came to his mouth was quickly swallowed back.

He knew very well how important these shady people and things were to his grandfather.

The tragedy of his parents' death was shocking. Even though he was only six or seven years old at the time, the bright red memory still filled his mind.

When he woke up from his dream at midnight, he was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe.

"It's not uncomfortable." The topic was gently dropped. He threw his schoolbag to a bench not far away, and then took the shower from his grandfather's hand: "Let me help you."

The old man looked at the nearly watered plants, thought for a moment and still did not stop his grandson's sudden act of respecting his elders.

——The worst thing is, just water it to death and then plant it again.

It just takes some time.

The only thing he has now is time.

The young man's shoulders may not be broad and strong, and may even be a little thin, but his back is still upright, like a high-spirited little white birch.

It turns out that I don't know when, the little baby who was babbling in his arms has grown into a handsome young man.

If his daughter were still alive, would she be proud of this?

Thinking of this, the old man's eyes gradually filled with pain.
Chapter completed!