Uncles and aunts were immersed in sorrow, and were tired of funeral-related firms, so they had no time to take care of other things. They specially handed me over such a difficult task as taking care of my grandmother, and even deprived me of my right to keep my grandfather. The biggest touch on my grandfather's death was that my grandmother must be taken care of and do as much filial piety as possible to avoid regret in the future.

Grandma was arranged in a bedroom with two beds, so that someone could protect her. I was going to sleep in the same bedroom with grandma, but unexpectedly, Zhang Juan insisted on fighting with me, but finally climbed onto the bed and threatened that if I insisted, I would sleep with her. In fact, I knew that her trick was nothing more than to let Chen Yatong sleep in the same bedroom. I was really powerless and had no intention of fighting with her, so I had to compromise.

As the host, Chen Yatong, as the eldest sister, has the obligation to place everyone before going to bed. Whenever I say "good night", I will receive cunning glances from my friends and a sentence "You and Sister Tong, go to bed early". Shen Yatong and I pretend to be calm and replied, "Have a good dream."

Finally, everyone was settled, and Shen Yatong and I went back to the bedroom. It has been more than a day or two for sleeping in the same room, so there is nothing new. I entered the bedroom with the mat in my arms, and after entering the door, I spread the mat on the floor, which means I want to put on the floor. Liangming will not take advantage of Chen Yatong's "benefits" and reassure each other.

After tinkering with the bed casually, I was ready to go to bed, but I didn't plan to chat with Chen Yatong. I was so tired. Another reason was that after falling asleep, I would no longer think about it and would not be sad because of those sad things.

"Pizihan, is your bed hard?" Chen Yatong said something concerned when I was brewing sleepiness. I responded casually, leaned against it, and continued to try my best to fall asleep.

"Pixun Han, the ground is so cold, you won't catch a cold, right?" Chen Yatong was really ignorant and asked again. I began to get a little impatient. I controlled myself and said in a calm tone, "It's okay, I've put on the quilt and left it cool."

"Pizihan, do you have the habit of getting out of bed? Will you sleep on the ground in the middle of the night?" I began to confirm that Chen Yatong was intentional. Was she trying to show her superiority? So she scolded impatiently and said, "Go to bed now!"

Chen Yatong deliberately found fault and insisted on making trouble for me. She continued to tease me and said, "Pixihan, do you want to go to bed to sleep?"

"Chen Yatong, how many times have I warned you! My psychological quality may not be strong, but my physiological quality is absolutely sound!" I said to myself, Sister Tong, you are my own sister, let me go, I really don't have the energy to argue with you today.

"Is that so? Pizihan, if you are a man, come to bed to sleep!" Chen Yatong ignored my warning and became even worse. In addition, I was disturbed and couldn't fall asleep peacefully. I suddenly felt angry and got up. I stepped onto the edge of the bed in two steps, turned over and squeezed up, probably scared Chen Yatong.

After getting on Chen Yatong's bed, I actually felt a little regretful, but it was difficult to get off, so I had no reason to go down again, so I straightened my body straight, and I was really sleepy. After a while, I took back my energy and was about to fall asleep. After a while, I felt Chen Yatong leaning towards me, and then carefully put her arm on my chest to test my reaction. I didn't stop her.

"Zihan, I feel sorry for you, do you know?" Chen Yatong whispered in my ears, warming my heart.

"Tongtong, I know you have always been very nice to me, thank you very much!" When I said this, I undoubtedly came from the heart.

"The ground is so cold, how can I bear to let you sleep?" Chen Yatong showed a rare tenderness, which made me doubt whether she was crying when she said this. But I didn't verify it. I continued in a gentle tone: "Aren't I coming to sleep? Go to bed quickly, there are still many things waiting tomorrow, the most important thing is to take good care of my grandma."

"Don't worry about taking care of the ***!" Chen Yatong paused for a moment and continued in a shy tone, "Can I hug you?"

"Aren't you already hugging me?" Chen Yatong got my permission and changed into a comfortable position, like holding her beloved doll. After that, Shen Yatong and I were both sleepy and fell asleep in a short while.

I slept very sweet that night.

When I woke up the next day, there was no trace of Chen Yatong. Later, I learned that she had gotten up early in the morning. I went to see my grandmother first and then went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. This touched me very much. By the time everyone got up, the breakfast was ready. Chen Yatong's cooking skills were really not very good, but it was enough to deal with a simple breakfast. My mother got up early and ate the breakfast made by her daughter-in-law, and praised her daughter-in-law for being so virtuous, which made Chen Yatong's face look rare.

After breakfast, I went out to buy daily necessities for my friends. During this period, I met some villagers I hadn't met for a long time, including my childhood best playmate Nianhua's grandmother. We chatted for a few simple words and I was very pleased to see the old lady in good health. When I said goodbye, I couldn't help feeling a little sad because I remembered some things about Nianhua.

Nianhua's surname is Nian, and its name is Hua, which is called Nianhua. It is a few "outsiders" in the village, and its surname is rare.

The earliest memory of Nianhua is playing with mud, time, place, and plots are blurred. I don’t remember how I smashed Nianhua’s hand, Nianhua sat on the ground and cried loudly, and the sound moved all over the field. Nianhua grinned a big mouth when she cried, a little stupid. I had a strange idea at that time, and wanted to stuff the bricks in my hand, but I just wanted to try to stuff them. This scene was strangely preserved in my memory, not erased by sharp time.

When I was a child, I often caught fish in the small pond in the village with Nianhua. The method of catching fish is very unique. There should be a glass canned bottle or any other bottle. The body of the bottle should be large enough and the mouth of the bottle should not be too small. First, tie two long enough ropes symmetrically at the mouth of the bottle. The nylon rope is the best, thin and strong. The other end of the rope is tied to a short wooden stick. The stick is very light and will float on the water. Then put some steamed buns in the bottle as bait. The steamed buns should be soaked in water and pinched them with your hands so that they will not float out when put in the water. Be ready, the process of catching fish is very simple. Just use a long rod and a short stick to put the bottle in the water, and catch it every once in a while. The rest is to catch fish in the bottle. Of course, all the fish caught are small fish, and the names cannot be called.

In summer, if you can catch crawling monkeys, they are cicada larvae. At dusk, crawling monkeys crawl out of the cave, climb onto a very high tree, or in other places, take off the monkey skin, and become cicadas. Crawling monkeys move slowly and are easily caught before climbing to a high place. I have always wondered why crawling monkeys don’t dig the hole bigger, and then fly to a very high tree after turning into cicadas in the cave. Later, crawling monkeys became a dish on the dining table of people in the city. Crawling monkeys can be exchanged for money, but cicadas are not favored, probably because cicadas take off their clothes and become despicable.

I remember that when I was a child, my friends would be divided into different "gangs". "We won't play with him anymore!" is a very lethal threat. The reason for the matter has long been blurred. I only remember that there was another dispute in the world. I was pushed to the edge of "morality". Should I choose a majority sect led by an elderly person, a famous family, or join hands with my years to become the "Demon Cult".

I stood there, and the leader looked at me with a very connotational look. I suddenly turned to Nianhua. Nianhua was a little excited, but I heard me ask without thinking about a clueless question, "Nianhua, what time is it?" Nianhua was stunned, looked at his watch, and answered unhappily, "Five 28!" So I gritted my teeth and suddenly said, "Nianhua, let's go!" Nianhua smiled at me with a big mouth. I didn't have time to think about a brick, because "Animation City" was about to start broadcasting at 5:30.

The memory of Nianhua is a watershed. At that time, there were more than a dozen classes in one grade, and because they were not in the same class, they rarely met on weekdays. One day, I met Nianhua during class, and Nianhua told me that he didn't want to go to school anymore. Just as I was about to say something, the class bell rang, and Nianhua was submerged in the bustling crowd.

I remember Nianhua told me that his dream was to travel around the world. Later, I really wanted to find an opportunity to ask him if his dream was still there.

The memory of my years jumps to high school. The time in high school is per month, and the only difference between not many rest days is that the place where you do exercises is different. Once, the monthly break was at five or six o'clock in the afternoon. While I was thinking hard on the test paper, I didn't find my mother behind me until I handed over a box of hot milk.

"Nianhua is getting married, and the wedding is scheduled for the evening." I knew my mother's statement to ask me if I want to congratulate me.

"Is it true?" I was a little at a loss when I heard this news. For a moment, I felt abandoned by time.

At that time, I wanted to congratulate you, but I was a little scared, for no reason. Time flies and years have passed. We set out from the same starting point and go in different directions. We are gradually getting farther and farther away from each other. I don’t know what to talk about when we meet, and I’m a little panicked.

"I have to hurry up and review - otherwise, I won't go?" I would like to comfort myself in this way if I have a chance to meet in the future.

The last time I saw Nianhua was on a car back to the county school. Nianhua still smiled and smiled. I wondered, Nianhua, why don’t you smile? I haven’t tried it before when you smiled so hard that you can stuff your mouth with bricks.

Nianhua said he wanted to go to a distant city to build a house for the people in the city.

Nianhua said that his wife was very virtuous and had just given birth to a fat boy for him.

Nianhua also said, Zihan, go to school well and have a future.

I closed the car window and said that the wind and sand outside the window were so dazzling.

I got the news of Nianhua again in late autumn, and the yellow leaves cut by the autumn wind fell all over the ground. When Yuexiu went home, my mother told me that Nianhua was "left". "Leaving" is the taboo name for "dead". I never expected that such a word would be involved with Nianhua, so I always believed that Nianhua was just missing.

Nian's family searched every corner of the world they could find, posted missing person notices in newspapers and TV, and were finally forced to accept the fact that Nianhua was missing. Nian's family also built an empty grave for Nianhua. In the woods at the entrance of the village, I later saw that it was full of vigorous weeds.

There is also a supernatural news about Nianhua. The source of the news is Uncle Goudan, who is a beggar who has no choice but to rely on the rest of the world. People in the village say that Uncle Goudan was kicked by a donkey in his head when he was a child and always talks nonsense. No one is willing to pay attention to him. Only Nianhua and I were interested in his nonsense and found it very interesting.

Uncle Goudan once told me vaguely that the last time he saw Nianhua was on a spring morning. Nianhua walked along the avenue leaving the village without knowing where to go.

I imagined Uncle Goudan shouting, "Nianhua, where are you going?" Nianhua smiled loudly, but didn't say anything, and then turned around and didn't look back. I couldn't verify how credible the news provided by Uncle Goudan was, and I only knew that there was no news about Nianhua again.
Chapter completed!