Money life

Chapter 42 Grandma leaves
"Grandma's lies have lasted for several years. As I grow up, I also know that the doll is just a lie of my parents." Wei Zixu said slowly, his eyes deepened.

When he was 13 years old, he knew about death.Knowing that the parents have left, it is not difficult to infer that the Doraemon doll is not the parents, but just a doll.

After he knew that grandma's words were just lies, he didn't quite understand why grandma lied to him, but he didn't show it, as usual.It's just that he never regarded Doraemon as a parent again, nor did he take it out to play.

Grandma noticed his strangeness, didn't ask him, but accompanied him more carefully.

He thought that he and his grandma would live like this forever, and he became more and more disgusted with that Doraemon, thinking that Doraemon had deceived him.

It wasn't until the day that grandma fell down that everything changed.

That day was the third day after his birthday.

Grandma suddenly passed out at home, and he sent grandma to the hospital.

Before grandma passed out, she was already seriously ill, but in order to save money and let him go to school with peace of mind, grandma insisted on being discharged from the hospital without further treatment.

After grandma fell down, after rescue, the doctor gave the answer that they had tried their best and asked him to see his grandma for the last time.

He was devastated at the time, and he didn't know how he got into the ward.

Grandma was lying on the hospital bed, her face pale and dying.

"Grandma." He came to the hospital bed and held grandma's bony hand.

"Zixu..." Grandma laughed and called out weakly.

He wanted to say a lot to grandma, but the words seemed to be blocked in his throat, and he couldn't say anything.

"Grandma... I'm sorry." She grabbed his hand vigorously, her eyes were red.

He quietly listened to what grandma said.

"Zixu, grandma knows that I'm no longer able to do it. For so many years, I... I have always felt guilty."

"I've always wanted to tell you that the Doraemon rag doll is not your parents, it's just...just a rag doll."

"Now, grandma can't accompany you. You have to live well. Don't blame grandma, okay? I only thought of this way to make you happy. "

"Zixu, grandma...can't bear you. You are still so young, no one takes care of you, grandma feels... sad."

Hearing what grandma said, Wei Zixu couldn't help crying anymore.

"Grandma, I already knew that Doraemon was just a doll, and I never blamed you. I know that everything you do is just to hope that I will be happy."

"Grandma, I will take care of myself."

Hearing Wei Zixu's words, Wei Zixu's grandmother smiled and slowly closed her eyes.The moment her eyes were closed, a tear flowed from the corner of her eye.

This is her last tear.

"grandmother……"

Wei Zixu didn't know how he got out of the ward, he only knew that the day his grandma left, he stayed in the morgue for a day and a night.

He didn't come home until the next day.

When he got home, the house was empty, which made him feel deserted for the first time.

Back in the room, he saw the Doraemon doll his grandma bought for him.

The Doraemon doll is torn, a piece of hair has fallen off its leg, and a piece of its mouth is rotten.

He hugged Doraemon tightly and burst into tears.

Three days later, grandma was buried.

It was evening when he got home.That night, he drank a lot of wine.

The next day, when he woke up, he found something in his arms, and at first glance he knew it was Doraemon.

It was at that moment that he realized that his life has long been inseparable from this Doraemon.

Doraemon, in his heart, not only represents his childhood, but also his parents, and the grandma who took care of him growing up.

From then on, he began to love this Doraemon crazily, and he was not so indifferent to it. He would sleep with it every day, as if it really represented grandma.

"After grandma left, I became more dependent on Doraemon and regarded it as my family. That's why I insisted on ordering an identical one. In fact, I was really afraid that there would be no Doraemon." Wei Zixu couldn't imagine What would life be like without Doraemon?

Zhang Yanjiang seemed to understand his thoughts.

Wei Zixu has long regarded Doraemon as his family, although he later found out that Doraemon was not his parents, he was very cold towards Doraemon.

In fact, it's just that he didn't know it himself. It wasn't until his grandma left that he realized that Doraemon dolls were his family.

After grandma left, he cherished Doraemon even more, but the time back then was long gone, so he was even more afraid that Doraemon would leave him with the passage of time.

He was afraid, he was afraid from the bottom of his heart.

There is only Doraemon family around him, and he doesn't want to lose the only family member, so he works hard to repair Doraemon.Only when it is good, can he do everything he should do with peace of mind.

The successive departures of his parents and grandma hit him hard, which led him to have a different feeling for Doraemon dolls.

Zhang Yanjiang can't understand this kind of different feelings, but he can understand where his dependence on Doraemon comes from.

Yang Qianqian leaned against the shelf, and couldn't hold back her tears anymore.

Compared with Zhang Yanjiang, she can understand Wei Zixu's different feelings for Doraemon, because she also had it, and even now she is such a person.

Like Wei Zixu, she also loves Doraemon deeply, but the starting point of the two is different.

She never knew why she liked Doraemon, maybe it was because she was too lonely, maybe it was because she lacked love, maybe it was because she needed a friend, maybe...there were too many possibilities.

Because she had a similar experience, she could empathize with her. When she heard what happened to Wei Zixu, she couldn't help but think of her own past.

She didn't want to mention those past events, and she didn't want to think about them, but at this moment, the memory was like an open floodgate, which could no longer be stopped.

"I always hoped to keep it longer, but slowly I found that it was getting worse and worse." Wei Zixu spoke again.

She could feel that Wei Zixu had been immersed in the story between him and Doraemon.

"I tried my best to repair it, but in just a few years, it was so broken that I couldn't take it anymore. I went to many repair places, and many people told me that it was not worth repairing. Every time I heard this sentence, I I feel very helpless and sad." Wei Zixu sniffed and said with a sob.

A tear flowed from the corner of Yang Qianqian's eye again.

She also had this experience, but the difference was that her Doraemon was broken, and she sewed it up stitch by stitch.

She didn't ask anyone else to mend it, she sewed it all herself.It's just that every time, the Doraemon that she worked so hard to sew will become a reason for her brother to laugh.

The elder brother would even throw Doraemon dolls around and treat her Doraemon with ridicule, sarcasm, and indifference.

(End of this chapter)