Mrs. Lu, do you want me to give you my life?

My name is Lu Huaixu, and I was born in a well-clothed and well-fed family.

The name comes from when my father was born, my grandfather failed to obtain the right to name my father and aunt.

So, he got practice on my name.

Huai Xu is another name for Xia Ri. Grandpa tied him and grandma together in such a way.

Recently, a media contacted me and wanted me to tell the story of my grandfather Lu Jinchuan.

I thought for a long time and declined the invitation.

Because my grandfather was a very successful businessman, and everyone wanted to know how he created such a business empire.

However, I know nothing about it.

The grandfather in my memory is not the same as a businessman. I would rather call him a good husband, a good father, and a good grandfather.

Grandfather was an extremely successful businessman, and even the word success is not enough to describe his achievements.

Maybe the son is like the father, so the father learned business from his grandfather.

And I, after a generation, took over the mantle of my grandmother, learned to play with her brush and ink, and tried to be a literati.

I was by her side when I was a child, she taught me to read and read.

I have read many, many books. It can be said that my entire writing enlightenment was guided by my grandmother.

My father gave birth to me late, and when I started to remember, my grandfather and grandmother were over sixty.

Grandma said, "Ah Xu, you were born at this time, and grandma can't run anymore, so she can take you."

When they were young, they traveled together to many places, covering half of the world.

Grandma is in poor health. It is said that she was kidnapped when she was young, and she was in a car accident when she was driving by herself in middle age. Later, her grandfather never let her touch the steering wheel.

She likes living in the mountains, and only returns to Beicheng when the weather is warm.

When she lived in Beicheng, she and my grandfather were always with me.

They would tell me many, many things about her when she was young, show me pictures, and tell me that's where they went together.

Grandpa liked to surf the Internet, he was a fashionable old man, and there were always some new words coming out of his mouth.

He said it was a habit picked up by his grandmother when he was in his twenties.

After I was eight years old, my grandparents stopped taking me.

For this, my grandfather once apologized to me. He said: "We don't have too much time left, and we want to be with each other."

I didn't understand at that time, and I couldn't hear the deep meaning in the words.

I found out later that parting was too difficult, so they started saying goodbye to each other early.

A few years ago, my grandfather listened to my grandmother in everything, but after passing the [-]th hurdle, my grandfather became extremely coquettish.

He would call his grandmother's name once and ask what she was doing?

After a few minutes, however, he would still do the same thing.

Call out "Xia Xia" and ask her what she is doing.

Even if his grandmother was doing the same thing back and forth, he would not miss it.

At that time, I asked my father if my grandfather had Alzheimer's disease.

Father shook his head. He said, "He just wanted to make sure she was still there."

The most common words my grandfather said were:

"Ah Xu, your grandmother likes to eat this."

"Ah Xu, your grandmother is afraid of bugs, don't scare him."

"Ah Xu, Ah Xu..."

In all topics, there will always be grandmothers.

When grandma left, grandpa touched grandma's white temples and said softly, "Go at ease, walk slowly on the road, and wait for me to find you."

He didn't use too many words, just a simple sentence, I came to you, just like the old days, just like the stories I have heard.

Grandma was speechless and I thought she would be as shocked as I was, but she wasn't.

She just looked at her grandfather and blinked hard, as a sign of approval.

It took me a long time to realize that she had known it would end like this, so she wasn't surprised.

After decades of failing to reverse her grandfather's decision, she had learned to live with it.

I suddenly remembered what my grandmother had said to my father when she was still ill.

At that time, her body hadn't reached that point, but she seemed to have already seen the end.

She said at the time: "He has pampered me all his life, let me pamper him once."

At that time, I couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but after I grew up a few years later, I finally understood.

She will listen to him and wait for him on the road.

When parting, they stared at each other, putting all the love and reluctance in their eyes.

Then the grandmother left, very quietly.

Grandpa didn't shed tears, just hugged her, bowed his head and kissed her forehead until grandma's body lost the last trace of warmth.

Then he began to shave and take a shower.

Because grandma loves to be clean.

I don't know how I, who was so young at that time, understood the farewell in his words and deeds.

At that time, I cried, I made trouble, and I was reluctant to part with my grandmother and my grandfather.

I remember my father covering my mouth so I wouldn't disturb them.

With tears in his eyes, he said, "The girl your grandfather has spoiled all his life is about to travel far away."

"He's worried about whether it's cold over there, worried that she can't take care of herself alone, and most importantly, she still hasn't learned how to cook after all these years."

As I write this, I pause my pen frequently, because I don't know what language to use to describe their love.

Now I am nearly forty years old and still not married. I remember an interview a few years ago, when the host asked me why I didn’t get married. I smiled and changed the subject.

Now, there is nothing bad to say.

In fact, the reason is very simple.

Because, I have seen the most beautiful love in this world.