Heart-finding notice

Opening his eyes, his eyes were dazzlingly bright, Ling Zifan raised his hand to cover his eyes, and found himself lying on his own sofa.

Covered with a thin quilt, he sat up and stabilized his dizzy head. There was his favorite red shrimp on the table in the living room, as if it was time for dinner.

The sound of cooking came from the kitchen, Ling Zifan was alert and ran to the source of the sound.

"Xiaofan, you're awake, why did you fall asleep on the grass, you'll catch a cold."

Still the familiar figure from the back, still the reassuring voice... Ling Zifan rushed forward and hugged the person he was thinking of, tears slid down the dry tear trail again.

"Grandpa, grandpa, so you are here!"

"What's the matter, kid?" Putting down the work at hand, the old man turned around and embraced the boy who was already the same height as him, his eyes revealed warm kindness and love.

"They said you died..."

"Silly boy, grandpa is just sick, it's not that serious, Xiaofan can give me a hug and heal." Hearing this, Ling Zifan laughed out of tears, but his arms around him tightened even more.

"Okay, don't cry, you are a real kid, wash your hands and eat." The old man opened the distance between the two of them slightly, and wiped away the tears from the boy's face.

"Okay! Listen to grandpa, the red shrimp outside..." Ling Zifan blinked his beautiful eyes coquettishly, and the eyes that had just shed tears were still full of moisture.

"You are allowed to eat one first!" The grandfather smiled and flicked the boy's forehead, while the corner of the other's mouth rose sharply.The breath of happiness fell in the kitchen, which was still filled with white smoke. The two of them blushed from the heat, but no one cared, as if there was only each other left in the whole world.

"Xiaofan, how is Grandpa's craftsmanship? Have you regressed?"

"How can it be possible to regress, grandpa is the best chef I have ever seen!"

"As long as your mouth is sweet, eat it, eat more vegetables, healthy."

With a big smile on his face, Ling Zifan buried his head in eating.Although it was an ordinary home-cooked dish, he ate it with relish, the taste of nostalgia overflowed from his mouth, and a sour taste hit his eyes and nose.

"Grandpa, will you blame me..." Putting down the bowl and chopsticks in his hand, he nervously asked the question that had been stuck in his throat but was afraid of knowing the answer.

"Blame you for what?"

"Blame me and you for being angry with Dad, blame me for not coming back to see you, blame me... for liking Mu Zichen." Ling Zifan lowered his head, his hands on his lap trembling.

"Stupid boy, it's not your fault, you don't need to blame yourself." The old man covered the boy's hand with his wrinkled and callused hands, and the boy raised his eyes to look back at those still warm eyes.

"Xiaofan, there are many unfair things in the world, like we cannot decide our own birth and death, our gender or sexual orientation. What did grandpa usually teach you?"

"...Follow my heart, don't need to change to cater to others." Ling Zifan looked at his grandfather firmly, and the other nodded with a smile.

The sudden ringing of the electric bell interrupted the conversation between the grandfather and grandson. Ling Zifan ran to the entrance in doubt and opened the door. The person who came was his twin brother, Mu Zichen.

"I'm here to play with you, Xiao Fan!" The energetic voice made Ling Zifan smile. He turned his head excitedly to get his grandfather's permission, and the corners of his upturned mouth suddenly collapsed.

I don't know when the rickety back that has aged for many years is so lonely and heartbreaking, the boy who was watching couldn't help calling him.

"grandfather…"

"Xiao Fan, let's go play, Grandpa is waiting for you to come back." The old man turned his head, his smile was still kind, but Ling Zifan was overwhelmed by the surging sadness for no reason.

"Grandpa, I'll be back after I go out for a while." Ling Zifan suppressed the strange worry in his heart, ran forward and took Grandpa's hand and shook it, which was his usual coquettish way.

"Xiao Fan, don't underestimate yourself, you will always be Grandpa's favorite baby."

Just as he was puzzled by his grandfather's sudden warning, he pulled a good distance away from him in an instant, his clenched hands were separated, and the sudden loss of temperature made the boy feel chills all over his body.

He ran desperately in a panic, but he couldn't catch up. He could only watch the familiar figure getting farther and farther away from him.

"Grandpa, don't go...Grandpa!"

He opened his eyes suddenly, and what came into his eyes was the hospital's unique dead white and worried faces.

"Xiaofan, how are you? Are you feeling better?" Mu Zichen, who was sitting next to him, was the first to react, holding his hand with worry and concern on his face.

"Where's grandpa? Where's grandpa?" Ling Zifan stood up excitedly with tears in his eyes, and his almost eager tone made people feel heartbroken.Mu Zichen lowered his eyes, opened and closed his mouth several times, but couldn't bear to tell him the cruel truth.

"He passed away." Standing on the other side of the hospital bed, Lin Xiang said coldly, not wanting him to live in his imagined dream.

The boy on the bed was stunned for a while, his red eyes instantly contrasted sharply with his pale face.

"Nonsense! He was here just now!" He yelled at Lin Xiang, the loose hospital gown made his thin body look more fragile, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

"I, I'm going to find him..." After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand to pull out the infusion tube in the other hand.

"Okay, Xiaofan, don't do this, it's very dangerous." Mu Zichen stopped his actions and locked his hands under his control.

"Tell them, Zichen, grandpa is still here..." The initial roar gradually became choked up, and Mu Zichen hugged his crying brother into his arms, feeling equally distressed.

"Fanfan, you have a heart attack again, did you not take your medicine regularly?" Lin Xiang reproached, but his hostile eyes were fixed on Mu Zichen.After receiving the fiery gaze, the other party lowered his head in self-blame, and held the hand of the person in his arms tightly.

Ling Zifan didn't want to answer, his mind was in a mess, he didn't have the energy to pay attention to his body now.

The frequency of heart disease medicine was suppressed by the doctor very low due to side effects, so he would forget it when he was busy. Grandpa reminded him before, but now...

He believed that his grandfather did not pass away, but continued to live with his father.

But it was indeed his fault, which made him unable to meet the person who loved him the most in the world.

He suddenly felt extremely tired, but he couldn't hold Mu Zichen and grandpa, the two most important family members to him, at the same time.

"Zichen..." After lying down again, Ling Zifan looked up blankly, and the dead whiteness of the ceiling seemed to spread to him.

"Don't be afraid, I'm right here." Mu Zichen reached out to wipe away the tears of the person on the bed, acting cautiously as if the person would break if touched, in fact he thought so.

After confirming that his breathing had gradually stabilized, his elder brother had fallen asleep. He signaled everyone to go out with his eyes and then gently closed the door.