The Story of the Migrant Worker from the World of Conan

"..."

So is it.

People in their 60s and 70s should also retire.

They have sacrificed most of their lives for these orphans, and now it is time to go home to raise their grandchildren and take care of them.

……

The resettlement work for the children started a long time ago.

That big sister knows.

But the dean's grandma didn't let her say, she wanted to wait for Ye Zi to come back, and wanted to tell Ye Zi personally.

On the other hand, it is also necessary to explain the reason to him.

She is already old.

There are kids to take care of, things to take care of, and a way to keep the orphanage going.

It's been getting worse lately.

On the other hand, there was no one willing to take over the orphanage.

There was no way she could.

In the end, the only option is to close the orphanage and let the children move to better facilities and grow better.

There is another reason, and it is indeed because of money.

Ye Zi is very capable and has made a lot of money during this time.

But still not enough.

And based on his feelings for the orphanage, if he was told before it closed, he would definitely oppose it and work harder to make money.

He has worked so hard.

So I told him about it after the deal was done.

Although this is a bit bad.

But it really can't go on like this!

……

Orphanages are closed.

But the dean's grandma hasn't left yet, just to wait for him.

To tell him the reason, to let him take a last look at this place.

This is his home.

A home that no longer exists.

Everything here is so familiar and deeply engraved in memory.

But only memory.

The nights are cool.

Lying on the familiar bed, but tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

There are no brothers and sisters in memory, and there is no laughter in memory.

Only the dean's grandma would come over to check on the children in the middle of the night, and help him cover the quilt by the way.

"grandmother……"

"Go to sleep."

The dean's grandmother sat on the edge of the bed, gently stroking his head, and there was an unchanged and kind smile on his wrinkled face.

And softly sang a little song from memory.

Leaf closed her eyes.

But after all, I couldn't stop the bursting of tears.

……

the next day.

Get up early, get dressed and come to the yard.

Pick up the broom.

But the yard is clean, nothing to clean.

Go under the tree.

He raised his head and looked at the old tree.

Memories in this world start from this tree.

It was morning.

Autumn, cold morning.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the leaves falling, and saw the kind grandmother of the dean.

Laugh here, grow here.

This is his home.

For this, he has tried his best.

but……

The withered and yellow leaves, after all, are no match for the cold breeze, reluctantly leave the branches, and slowly fall to the ground.

Just like the first morning.

leaf.

his name.

As a result, just like the leaves, they had to leave home.

Fallen leaves can return to their roots.

But what about him?

Where are his roots?

"Little Leaf."

Looking at the desolate and lonely figure, the dean's grandmother had tears in her eyes, full of distress.

But hold back.

Wipe away the tears from the corners of your eyes.

Put on a kind smile.

Go to Ye Zi's side and pull him into the house.

"Come on, it's time for breakfast."

"……Um."

Everything here is still so familiar, there is no difference from memory.

but……

Here is both the beginning and the end.

everything,

It's all over.

……

This house, the house that held the memories of many people, the house that was home to many people, had become someone else's property.

After breakfast, pack everything up.

The dean's grandma's son has already driven outside.

He actually doesn't support his mother in running the orphanage.

But there was no objection after all.

And now, it doesn't matter whether you support or oppose it.

Move the luggage to the car and close the trunk.

Then he looked at his mother, and at the leaf.

That's a good boy.

pity.

"Do I really need to take you back?"

"No need, grandma."

Ye Zi's smile is very forced.

"I can go back by myself, so I won't bother uncle, and you have to drive a long way, right? It's better not to waste time."

"……Too."

The dean's grandmother did not stay in the city, but went back to the countryside to retire.

She is also returning to her roots.

From his pocket, he took out a passbook and stuffed it into Ye Zi's hand.

"grandmother……"

"This is your money."

Grandma Dean explained.

"Some of them have already been used, and the rest are here, so you can take them back."