The old man was holding a black and white photo. The woman with a ponytail was wearing a loose and ill-fitting earthy shirt. She sat upright on the chair with a stiff smile and a chubby child in her hand.

He had seen this photo at home, which was a photo of his father and grandma when he was a child.

"Chang'an, if you don't want to see her, let's go home for dinner together." Dao Nian walked to Chen Chang'an, "If you want to see her, I'll go with you."

Chen Changan turned his head and looked at Daonian: "Why are you standing up? Does your feet hurt anymore?"

"It doesn't hurt very much."

"It doesn't hurt particularly, it's still hurt." Chen Changan held Daonian's arm and said, "Look at me."

Dao Nian leaned on it as he spoke. If he hadn't been taller, he would have probably interpreted what it means to be a little bird.

The King of Hell felt that he had no idea to see it. If he continued to see it, he would feel that something was wrong with the way of heaven.

"When I was a child, my mother didn't have a good relationship with my grandmother. My grandmother always thought that my mother was too busy at work and could not take good care of my dad." Chen Changan recalled a relatively vague clip when he was a child. "My dad replied that he should take care of my mom, not my mom. Because of this, my grandmother got very angry and never lived with my parents again after returning to her hometown."

"Later, my parents passed away and I was sent to my grandma in the countryside, grandma..."

The time at grandma's house was like a nightmare.

Grandma forced her to drink the talisman water that emitted a strange smell. Grandma scolded her father and mother, and was beaten and starved to kneel down. In the end, she almost even killed her, just because she felt that his father would come back if he died.

"Go." Chen Changan took a deep breath, and his grandmother became the shadow of his childhood, but his father raised him. For his father's sake, he was willing to take this trip.

Everyone said she was crazy, but the old lady felt that she was awake. She remembered that her son was so obedient that he might have had sex. The most handsome boy in the whole town was her son.

Her son was a special forces soldier, and later became a policeman and wore a big cap, which was amazing.

She shook her hands and weakly took out a photo of herself and her son from under the pillow, panting desperately.

"You're about to die." A crazy old woman lay outside the window of her room. "I said every day that my son is so powerful, but he died alone. The cowhide king, shameless!"

The old lady stared at the madman outside the window with angrily eyes. Who said she was bragging?

"Scammers, there are no scammers from descendants at all." The madman clapped and shook his head outside. He was discovered by doctors and nurses in the mental hospital and dragged him back.

The old lady felt that she had a very good hearing today. Although the madman had been dragged away, she still heard her scolding herself for being a liar who had no descendants, but bragged about having a son.

"I have a son!" She clutched the photo tightly, "My son has brought glory to the country!"

Her son is amazing. The wards she even lives in are all single rooms. The doctor said that all her expenses were paid by the state, and this was earned by her son.

But……

He died?

He is dead!

The old lady opened her mouth, but found that she could not cry and shed tears.

"No son, no descendants!"

Those lunatics actually started singing?

"Crazy woman, old liar."

No, no, her son is gone, and she has descendants too.

She also has a... grandson.

"I have descendants." She thought she was shouting angrily, but no one could hear it except her.

She has a grandson named Shen You, who has very good grades and always gets first place in the class.

The old lady suddenly calmed down, and she suddenly remembered that someone had told her that her grandson was an ominous person, and that he had killed her son.

As long as he is willing to trade his life for life, her son will survive.

But she tried every means and could not save her son, and Shen You was not dead.

She suddenly felt a little scared. If she got underground and her son asked Shen You if she was doing well, how should she answer him?

Shen You...

Shen You has been taken away by someone.

She hadn't seen him for more than ten years, so how could she tell her son? She remembered that her son was very kind to Shen You, and would lie on the ground and ask him to ride a horse, and let him sit on his shoulders to watch the fun.

However, she lost her son.

"The widowed old woman, no one cares about it, no one looks at it, and there is only a coffin board when she dies." The madmen outside were still singing. She looked down on them, and they looked down on her.

She was a little angry and too lazy to argue with these lunatics.

She is the most normal brain in this hospital. The doctors and nurses also have brain diseases and are not very clear.

It became more and more difficult to breathe. She held the photo in her hand tightly, and her son... why didn't he come to pick her up yet?

The door of the room slowly opened, and she turned her head and looked hard. Is it her Kang who came?

No, not Akang.

The young man who entered the house was very beautiful, with white and tender skin, and two dimples on his cheeks, which made people like it at first glance.

What a pity, such a good child has a brain problem and was sent here?

The young man got closer and closer, and his expression was very strange. The old lady thought, was he here to grab his photo? She shivered and wanted to hide the photo in the quilt, but her hand had no strength at all. The photo fell along the gap of her fingers and fell to the ground.

"My photo..."

Don't steal her photos!

Don't steal her photos!

Shen Changan looked at the photo that fell on his upper, bent down and picked it up, and put it into the palm of the old lady's palm. He hadn't seen him for more than ten years, and the old man was much older and dryer than he remembered. She seemed to have withered, and the sound was filled with death.

The look she looked at him was strange.

He thought that the look he looked at him was probably so strange.

The room was quiet, and he didn't know what he could say to an old man who had abused him for two years.

"I have……"

The old lady kept muttering something. Shen Changan listened carefully for a long time before he heard that she was saying "She has descendants."

There was a sterilization smell of potassium permanganate and a not-so-smelling old man in the room. He looked up at the ceiling that was originally white but now a little yellow, waiting for the moment of her death to come.

At this moment, his heart was extremely quiet, without resentment, without blame, and of course without sadness.

He even began to wonder if Dao Nian would be bored and cold when waiting outside the yard?

Time passed minute by minute, Shen Changan looked down at the time, turned his head to look at the old man on the bed again, and the old man also looked up at him. Her eyes were so bright, as if she had returned to her youth.

"What a pity." She said to him, "You are so young, why are you sent to this place?"

"I'll come to see you." Chen Changan replied as he looked at her, "I left after watching it."

"You don't know me, why do you want to see me?" the old lady laughed, "You are very ill."

Chen Changan looked at her without saying anything.

"I'm about to die." She sat up, tidied up her somewhat messy hair, and wanted to walk to the narrator's lounge chair to sit down.

Chen Chang'an reached out to help her, and the old lady's hands were very cold. He remembered that there was a saying in her hometown that when an old man died, don't lie on the bed, otherwise he would carry the bed on his back and live a hard life.

In just a few short steps, as if she had exhausted all the old lady's strength, her bright eyes gradually dimmed.

"Young man, you are not my relative. It's unlucky to go out next to the dead." The old lady touched the photo on her chest, "I, I'm going to find my son."

Chen Changan didn't understand why she was so kind to a stranger, but so ruthless and cruel to him when she was young?

"I have a grandson, about the same age as you." The old lady closed her eyes and her voice became less and less. "Later, someone told me that as long as he was willing to exchange his life for another, my son would come back. But later, my son did not come back and I lost him. Do you think my son would forgive me?"

Chen Changan's lips moved and he didn't say anything.

He felt that the old man on the recliner had no breath.

She is dead.

The soul light flew out of her chest and wandered around the photos on her chest.

"I don't know if he will forgive you." Chen Chang'an looked at the soul light, "It's time for you to leave, don't miss the world."

With the flashing soul light, Chen Changan flew out of the window. Looking at the slightly shaking rocking chair, the old man with his eyes closed, he pressed the call bell on the wall.

"Mr. Chen, please feel sorry for your grief." Half a minute later, the doctor and nurse walked into the house. They skillfully carried the old man onto a stretcher and covered her body with a layer of white cloth.

Chen Changan shook his head, took out a white flower and placed it on the white cloth covering the body: "Goodbye."

The doctor and nurse knew every patient's family situation very well, and naturally knew that the old lady in this room was a very amazing martyr, but after her son died, the old lady went crazy and abused her grandson at home, saying that as long as the grandson died, her son could come back.

Over the years, the old lady's grandson has never appeared. Unexpectedly, before her death, her grandson actually came out to meet her.

Looking at the white flowers on the body, the doctors and nurses sighed in their hearts. The life of a person, crazy things have passed.

What are love, hate, love, grudges, and entanglements, and in the face of death, they all become smoke and clouds.

Chen Chang'an walked out of the house and saw Dao Nian and the King of Hell waiting for him. He walked to Dao Nian and said calmly: "Let's go back, Uncle Zhao's food is almost cold."

"Okay." Dao Young patted Chang'an's shoulder a few times.

The King of Hell waved his hand to remove all the traces of their visit and took the two of them from the mental hospital in the imperial capital to the gate of Dao Nian's house.

Looking at the familiar door, Chen Chang'an turned around and thanked the King of Hell, and found that the King of Hell had left unknown when he had left.

"Sir, Chang'an, are you back?" Yu Lei, who was guarding the door, saw the two of them, turned around and shouted in the room, "Old Zhao, you are ready to serve the dishes on the table. Mr. and Chang'an are back."

Chen Chang'an took Dao Nian through the garden. The worker who was sorting the garden greeted him with a smile. When he walked into the villa door, Liu Mao and Shen Tu also walked over with a smile.

They seemed to know that Grandma Chen Chang'an had passed away, so they were all trying to make Chen Chang'an happy.

"You..." Chen Changan took a deep breath, raised his head and looked at everyone, "Do you have no idea when you see Dao Nian walking normally?"

Within just three or four hours, even if they knew that Dao Nian's legs had recovered, they shouldn't even look at Dao Nian's legs.

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