Yu Liangmu

Since the beginning of spring, everything has recovered, and the life of You Liangmu's grandma has officially entered the countdown.

This dying old lady is like the last leaf hanging on a branch in late autumn, trembling and ready to fall. It is very inconsistent with the vibrant spring scenery.

Finally, one day, the doctor told You Liangmu that there was no cure.

In fact, You Liangmu had a premonition. In the past six months, he had spent a lot of expensive special medicines, but to no avail. Grandma's health was deteriorating.

Now, the old lady has suffered as much as she should have, and it's almost time.

It's just too sad to see all this happen all the way, and death with omens is the most unbearable.

"Grandma..." You Liangmu stood in front of the hospital bed and called her.

The old lady raised and lowered her eyes, looking at him with tacit approval.

You Liangmu also looked at her, seeing that the bark lines in the corners of her eyes trembled, and her whole face was like a dead tree stump that had suffered an earthquake, with only a little breath left.

"Ashu..."

The old lady let out a gasp, and You Liangmu was stunned for a moment, only to realize later that grandma no longer recognized anyone, and recognized him as his mother, You Shu.

The man looked away, looked down at the concrete floor in front of him, and smashed two huge teardrops.

Because he hadn't cried for a long time, seeing the tears coming out of his eyes was still a little strange to him, and he couldn't react immediately.

Tang Yunqian hugged him outside the ward, not letting him cry in front of the old lady.

Two men stood outside the ward, the corridor was empty and silent, they faced a blank wall.

"Ayou, you have to be mentally prepared." Tang Yunqian said to him very calmly.

The doctor said that too.You Liangmu rubbed his eyes and nodded after a pause.

Tang Yunqian put his arms around him, and kissed the top of his hair distressedly, "Some things have to be faced. Birth, old age, sickness and death are inevitable things in life, there is no way."

"……Um."

"I'll be with you, just tell me when you feel uncomfortable. I'm always here."

You Liangmu stood at the door, quietly looked at the grandma inside, and nodded again.

His grandma, a fool, has been tirelessly being stupid for most of her life.But stupid people don't necessarily have stupid blessings, and she especially has no blessings for children and grandchildren.

There are three children in the family, You Liangmu and his grandfather left early, and the three were basically raised by Lu Juan. A woman who can't read big characters has to take care of three children, how safe can she teach.

Ever since, a dissolute and wandering, unmarried and pregnant, left his son behind and ran away.Of the other two sons, one committed suicide and the other was crippled.

Only the grandson is filial, but unfortunately, the son wants to be filial but the relative is not there.

"A few years ago, I thought, grandma is so energetic, and she is as lucky as Donghai Shoubi Nanshan. It will not be a problem to live for more than ten years... When I save money, I will take her to see other places. She especially wants to go to Beijing* **...When I'm free, I can go to bask in the sun with her, or give her a back massage...I just thought, I wanted to repay her for nurturing me for so many years...It's a pity."

Tang Yun said dryly, "Is there anything you want to do for grandma now? If there is anything I can help, just tell me."

"I want to take the old lady back to her hometown and let her spend the rest of her days there."

"it is good."

However, the old lady didn't wait, and the lines of her vital signs quickly leveled off.

For the first time, You Liangmu experienced what it feels like to be awake and spinning.He understood that he was in great pain, but he didn't know how to describe it. This feeling seemed to have no substance, and his whole mind was in a daze, blank.

He stood precariously by the bed, his legs were weak, and the man beside him was his fulcrum.

Tang Yungan supported him with his arms.

You Qichao cried and sat paralyzed at You Liangmu's feet. You Liangmu didn't shed tears, but his brain lost the ability to process information, like a decoration that was constantly whipped by bad news.

He didn't know how he got out of the ward, he was walking anyway, his eyelids were drooping, and his eyeballs were burning hot looking at the ground, a little fuzzy and erratic.

When he lowered his eyes, he saw Tang Yunqian holding his arm.

He didn't know how he came home from the hospital, dizzy and dazed, the corridor was very dark, darker than the night outside.

Only a spot next to him was lit because Tang Yungan was there.

He didn't even know how to sleep after returning home. The incandescent lamp on the ceiling was very bright, as if suddenly entering a very bright world, the light was dazzling and very aggressive.

He was dizzy from the light, but fortunately Tang Yunqian hugged him.

"Ayu, Ayu..." He could hear the voices.

As for other memories, there is no more.

This sleep lasted a whole day and night, and You Liangmu only felt that he had fallen into a nightmare. This dream was so sudden that he always felt it was fake.

The only thing is, every time I look back, I can see Tang Yunqian accompanying me.

Waking up the next day, You Liangmu got out of bed to find water to drink, but when he reached the door of the room, he did not step out.In confusion, he held on to the door frame and took two heavy breaths.

The sound seemed to startle the man in the living room, Tang Yunqian raised his head and saw You Liangmu leaning against the door of the room.

"woke up?"

"Ah."

"Hungry? I'll get you something to eat."

You Liangmu was standing, probably because he hadn't slept well, he had auditory hallucinations buzzing in his head, so loud that he couldn't remember what he was going to do.

He thought hard and thought, finally remembered, and said a word: "Thirst..."

Tang Yunqian got up immediately, "I'll get you a glass of water."

The man came over with warm water. At this time, You Liangmu was already weak, and slid along the door frame on the ground, with his head buried and his back arched.

"Come on," Tang Yunqian touched his back, "drink some water."

You Liangmu raised his head obediently.

The moderately warm water flowed down his throat, moistening his dry throat. He, a soulless person, took a long time to say "thank you".

Tang Yunqian touched his face, he was drowsy, with strands of hair hanging down, as if he hadn't woken up.

"Grandma, she... is gone."

You Liangmu lost his strength, and he tilted his head back feebly. He thought he would hit a hard wall, but the pain didn't hit as expected. Instead, he seemed to hit a soft, thick cushion.

Tang Yunqian put his palms behind his head for protection, cushioning his head from the impact.

The man stared at You Liangmu, perceiving every trace of You Liangmu's emotions, "Ayou, I will organize grandma's funeral with you, don't worry."

You Liangmu's eyes were empty, and he leaned weakly on Tang Yungan's body. He even breathed and blinked mechanically, "The fallen leaves return to their roots. I want to take her back to her hometown...to go back there and be buried with my grandfather."

"Okay, let's take grandma home."

During the few hours' drive back to my hometown, cold rain began to fall, and the air was abnormally bleak and gray, which was different from previous years.

You Liangmu sat with a headache and nausea, staring blankly out of the car window, Tang Yunqian held him in his arms.

"Go to sleep when you're tired, and I'll call you when you arrive."

"Hey……"

You Liangmu tilted his head, leaned on Tang Yunqian's shoulder, and fell asleep soundly.

The man felt cold and had a dream.

In his dream, he kept tossing on the sea, until lightning struck the deck, and the cold, salty seawater poured in, overflowing the cabin, overflowing his ankles, waist, and head, choking it in from his nose and mouth.

His internal organs were in pain, his limbs fluttered randomly in the water, unable to breathe, the sea water swelled and burst his lungs, and the suffocation accompanied with death robbed his hope.

He sank into the bottom of the sea sadly, sinking and sinking, he opened his eyes wide and looked up, and could only watch himself getting farther and farther away from the sea surface in despair...

"Ayu, Ayu..."

Someone broke through the sea and grabbed his hand.

Gradually opening his eyes, You Liangmu found that someone was patting his face lightly, and the raindrops on the car window were slowly sliding back.

He looked down a little, and found that a big hand was tightly covering his hands, wrapping his cold fingers with the palm of his hand.

"Ayu, wake up, you're home."

Tang Yunqian woke him up from his sleep, and he raised his head, as if the bus he rode in when he was a child had arrived at the stop, and after getting off the bus, he walked a short distance to the house of his hometown.

The cold rain had stopped, You Liangmu and Tang Yunqian opened the door and got out of the car, stepping on the puddle, splashing a little mud.

The road to the front of the house was not very long, but very narrow. You Qichao limped ahead, leading the way and leading the people who carried Lu Juan in, stepping on the muddy water step by step. Be safe.

You Liangmu and Tang Yunqian walked behind. Covered by his coat, Tang Yunqian took You Liangmu's hand and shook it gently.

Even though it was daytime, this place was darkened by the rain, the sun couldn’t shine in, the damp and cold air wrapped around everyone on the road, and there was a faint light from the lights, that’s where You Liangmu grew up. Home.

"Is it cold?" Tang Yunqian asked him.

Cold air poured into the collar, and You Liangmu's neck was chilled. He said he was "not cold", but Tang Yungan still took off his coat and put it on him.

The slightly warm residual temperature is sandwiched with a warm breath, which suddenly isolates You Liangmu from the damp and cold.

"Wear it even if it's not cold, if it's cold, don't fall ill."

You Liangmu no longer tried to be brave, and obediently said "um".

Walking step by step, from the dark place to the darker place, the light at home became clearer and clearer. My uncle arrived first and waited to help arrange a place to park my grandmother's wooden frame.

You Liangmu looked at the door of the house from afar, his legs couldn't move for a while, he was supported by Tang Yunqian, no one let go of the other, and no one said a word.

The couplet pasted at the door of the house was written by Lu Juan before. The background is bright red, the ink is black, and the running script is strong and simple. The content is almost the same every year——

"Welcome the joy, welcome the spring, welcome wealth and honor, receive wealth, receive blessings and receive peace. Hengbiao: the whole family is healthy and healthy."

On the night of the vigil, the lights in the old house were very dim, pale and dim, and You Liangmu sat here quietly, with little strength left, which he lent to his movable eyes.

Emotions are focused only on the dead, and the dead are lying on the ground.

He just watched, Lu Juan was covered with a white cloth, she was so peaceful as if she was asleep, she was lying on the wooden frame, and a thick plank cut into a rectangle was used as a cushion.

Before the old lady left, she suffered a serious illness and suffered a lot of crimes. God took away all her energy and energy, leaving only her pale and cold body.

"When you are getting treatment, you always say that you are hopeless. I want you to say less unlucky things, and if you say too much, it will come true..." You Liangmu said to grandma in a low voice, "Look Well, have you learned your lesson? It’s too late to regret it, right? Sigh... you old lady, stupid, don’t be stupid again in your next life.”

You Liangmu raised his trembling hand and touched her face, it was so cold.

Everyone was crying, You Qichao was crying like he was about to die, and the folks who came here to help were also crying, You Liangmu felt that he was not sober and couldn't sleep because he was tired.

Tang Yunqian was the only one who didn't cry. He just looked at You Liangmu fixedly, and he didn't take his eyes off him.

He watched and listened, seeing You Liangmu knelt beside his grandma, chattering a lot, talking about things the old lady usually likes to hear, sometimes chatting about family matters, sometimes couldn't help sighing and crying.

Occasionally, You Liangmu seemed to be tired of talking, and when he wanted to speak a few words with someone else, he would turn his head and say something to Tang Yungan, who was the first person he could see and was right behind him.

"Brother Gan... What time is it?" The man asked wearily.

Tang Yunqian looked at the time, "48:[-]."

It is early morning.

The door of the house was wide open, and You Liangmu looked outside blankly. It was early morning, and the outside of the house was extremely dark, and everything was completely silent.

"There's not much time left..." He murmured, as if he was talking to himself or talking to Tang Yunqian, "I have to hurry up and look at her once or twice, otherwise, I won't be here in the future." No need to read..."

You Liangmu didn't close his eyes and watched the whole night, Tang Yunqian also stayed with him all night.

The sky gradually turned pale in the long night, and there were crows outside the house reporting the funeral.