"Really, Fuhai, didn't you lie to me?" Grandpa asked anxiously. Compared to grandma, he looked like a normal 80-year-old man, with his face full of gullies. Because he was too anxious, these gullies looked deeper.

Looking at grandpa's expression, Shang Fuhai's heart was very complicated, and finally nodded with a smile: "Grandpa doesn't understand me yet. When did I lied to you?"

"Well, Fu Hai is a good child, and your grandma also said you are a sensible child." Grandpa kept emphasizing.

Shang Fuhai felt even more uncomfortable when he said it. Grandpa paused for a while, as if he was recalling something. Finally, he remembered it. His lips trembled and continued, "I met your grandma when I was 13 years old. She was 3 years older than me. I am 83 this year. When we just got married, there were wars everywhere. The Japanese devils were bad and fierce. There were planes and cannons everywhere. Later, we had your aunt. Just when the war was at its worst, I took your grandma to the depths of the mountains and gave birth to your aunt. Later... "

Grandpa seemed to be recalling and talking, and Shang Fuhai was more willing to believe in his grandpa's memories of the beauty he was with him.

Through grandpa’s narration, Shang Fuhai learned about these stories that happened in the past for the first time, and it was also the first time he learned about the love between two old men.

There is no romance. In my grandfather’s memories, I avoided the Japanese devils and fought. I was so hungry that I had no food to eat and dig grass roots, chewed tree bark, and what sweet potato seeds to eat...

Later, when the war stopped, the country distributed land, so my grandfather went to plant crops. According to my grandfather, his grandmother had never planted land in his life, and Shang Fuhai deeply believed in this!

At the end, my grandfather was silent again. After a while, he said again: "Fuhai, you have never let me go to the hospital to see her. Actually, I just want to say a few words to her. She is 86 and I am 83, how long can I live... I always have a thought to say something!"

"Grandpa, don't think too much. I'll take you to the hospital to see my grandma tomorrow." Zhou Xinhong came over at some point, his eyes were red and he felt uncomfortable.

Grandpa suddenly was stunned. After reacting, he looked at his eldest grandson and asked anxiously: "Xinhong, you really take me there tomorrow. I haven't seen anyone for several days."

"Grandpa, I really take you there. Even if I don't take you there, it's better if Fu Hai takes you there. Fu Hai will stay in our house tonight and will not leave." Zhou Xinhong blinked at his cousin, and the two brothers completed the exchange through their eyes.

Shang Fuhai was speechless, but his eyes still interacted with his cousin: "Grandpa, my brother Hong is right. If he goes to work tomorrow, I will drive you there."

"Well, okay, then you can eat quickly and go to bed early. Don't get up tomorrow." Grandpa began to urge him.

“…”

Shang Fuhai and his cousin Zhou Xinhong were both silent.

These days, they seem to have really not really considered the truest thoughts in the old man in front of him. They always feel that they are not telling him about the specific situation of grandma for his own good, but when did they realize that grandma and grandma have spent 70 years together, the wars they have experienced together in the 70 years, the struggles on the verge of life and death, and the hunger famine...

The two of them experienced too many things together, far from the one-sided thing that Shang Fuhai and his cousin thought they knew. They were afraid that the old man would not be able to bear the blow after knowing the real situation of his grandma. However, because they did not know the specific situation of his grandma, his grandma was thinking about it every day, which was even more arduous.

Thinking of this, the two brothers looked at each other, exchanged their eyes, and nodded almost at the same time.

Zhou Xinpeng came with his wife Yang Yuanyuan and son Zhou Jing. It was eight o'clock in the evening and there was no delay. The cousin's wife Zhang Ying got busy and brought the prepared dishes to the table one by one.

After seeing this, Yang Yuanyuan hurried over and said, "Sister-in-law, I'll help you."

Without Zhang Ying's response, she started to get started. She looked at Shang Fuhai a few more times while serving the dishes. She was still the cousin of the second aunt's family. She didn't see how it was. Why was it so powerful that she could even chat with Jack Ma.

Perhaps it was my grandfather’s words that made Shang Fuhai and Zhou Xinhong feel a little depressed. The last of the three brothers was one of them, and they took some vegetables and then filled their stomachs and ended up in a hurry.

At night, Shang Fuhai did not leave. After washing up, his cousin's wife Zhang Ying had arranged a bedroom for him, lying on the bed, crossed her hands and fingers behind her head, and laying her back against the bed, thinking about the story told by her grandfather in her mind.

There is no romance, nor any so-called sense of ritual, but the old couple support each other and always care about each other when they are old. What can you say?

Shang Fuhai couldn't say it.

It was already ten o'clock, and this little girl, Xiao Yuanbao, had basically gone to bed. I don't know if Xu Fei was sleeping or not, and it was impossible to start a video chat. Shang Fuhai sent her a message on WeChat on his mobile phone.

As soon as the message was sent out, a few seconds later, I received a reply from his wife: "You haven't fallen asleep yet?"

“…”

Shang Fuhai and Xu Fei chatted back and forth on WeChat for half an hour. At first, Xu Fei could reply in seconds, but later, it took a few minutes to reply a message, and then for more than ten minutes... Shang Fuhai kept staring at his phone before going to bed, and in the night he didn't see the flashing light on his phone screen.

Grandpa probably didn't sleep well this night. It was only 6 o'clock when grandpa came over to knock on the door of the bedroom of Shang Fuhai to sleep. Shang Fuhai rubbed his eyes and opened the door. He saw his grandpa wearing a navy blue Zhongshan outfit, which was very old-fashioned, but his clothes were washed clean and could not even see a trace of thread.

Grandpa was wearing a pair of black pointed-toe white-bottomed cloth shoes on his feet. The upper was brand new, and the white cloth used for the edges of the cloth shoes was still white.

"Grandpa, are you wearing new clothes?" Shang Fuhai was surprised and asked him.

The old man nodded quickly: "Fuhai, you are awake too. Wash your face and take me to the hospital. I'm wearing new clothes. Brother Hong bought me this new clothes and shoes. Your grandma always wants to see how I look in it."

“…”

Where is the person!

Shang Fuhai wanted to slap himself. It was not that his grandfather was not without romance or ritual. It was just that he looked inconspicuous and humble when he showed it, and most people chose to turn a blind eye.

"Okay, grandpa, wait for me for a few minutes, wash your face and leave." Shang Fuhai did not delay any longer and had no intention of having breakfast. Go to the hospital as soon as possible.

When Shang Fuhai took his grandfather out, his cousin's wife was preparing breakfast, but her cousin had not yet gotten up.

Zhang Ying also shouted: "Grandpa, you can go to the hospital after dinner."

"I won't eat anymore, I'm not hungry." The old man waved his hand and said.

Zhang Ying looked helpless and asked again: "Grandpa, if you don't eat, Fu Hai must eat something."

"He is not hungry either." The old man answered anxiously for his grandson.

After saying that, my eyes were still staring at Shang Fuhai. Well, I'm not hungry either.

After rushing from Yujing Jiayuan to the county hospital, parked the car, Shang Fuhai helped his grandfather to the ward where his grandmother was hospitalized.

Zhou Xiumei was washing up, but her aunt Zhou Xiuqin didn't know what to do. Seeing the old man appearing in the ward, Zhou Xiumei was surprised: "Dad, why are you here?"

Then when she saw Shang Fuhai following her in, she opened her mouth and wanted to scold her son, but she stopped thinking about it.

"Let me see your mother." Grandpa said softly.

Shang Fuhai saw his grandmother lying on the hospital bed, maybe she wasn't awake yet, her eyes were closed.

"Mom, how are my grandma going tonight?" Shang Fuhai helped his grandma to the edge of the hospital bed, then walked to his mother and asked softly.

Zhou Xiumei said: "It's great. I woke up for two hours at night. My aunt and I took turns talking to her. She finally fell asleep when she was tired."

This statement is concise and Shang Fuhai understood it as soon as he heard it.

Grandpa was sitting next to the hospital bed, stretching out his rough, old-skinned hand and holding his grandma's hand, and also shone the scattered silver hair on his forehead. Then he looked at him with his eyes.

Shang Fuhai was a little dazed and suddenly felt that this simple action was the purest romantic and emotional confession in the world.

"Old woman, I'm here to see you. You said why are you so unattentional? You fell asleep for several days. Look at me wearing new clothes and new shoes that Xinhong bought for me. I plan to wear them one day if I can't move my legs, so as not to buy new clothes. Old woman, you have been talking nonsense and want to see, I'll wear them for you... You open your eyes and take a look!"

"You have lived for more than 80 years. You are almost 90 years old and you have not had a few years of life. Old woman, at least you can say something to me..."

Shang Fuhai accidentally discovered that his grandmother was crying in the corner of her eyes, and the tears appeared faintly in the morning sunlight, not very real.

But this won’t work. Will grandma do this cause excessive emotional fluctuations? The disease of cerebral hemorrhage cannot be bothered by joy and sorrow, it will only be worse.

"Grandpa, don't say it anymore, the doctor said, my grandma has to rest now, and her mood swings should not be too big." Shang Fuhai quickly advised him.

"..." Grandpa was silent for a while before trembling his lips and said, "Then I won't say it."

Holding grandma's hand seemed a little tighter.

Aunt Zhou Xiuqin came in with two insulation buckets at some point. Looking at the two old men holding hands on and under the bed, she shouted in surprise: "Dad, why are you here again?"

"Auntie, my grandfather said last night that he wanted to come and see grandma. Brother Xinhong and I discussed it for a while and then brought him over." Shang Fuhai said quickly.

Zhou Xiuqin didn't know what happened, but she knew that neither of her two nephews were the kind of people who didn't know the importance of the matter. Since the two brothers had discussed it, there must be something else, so she won't say much.

"I just went to the hospital restaurant to buy some millet porridge, dad, and Fuhai, you can drink a bowl too." Zhou Xiuqin raised the two insulation buckets in her hand and said.
Chapter completed!