Wait till the sun rises

At last the candles were burned out, and morning came.

The birds chirped and sang one after another, as if celebrating the coming of the light.

Xia Yang was silent, like a funeral song.In honor of his fleeting love.If that's love.

He got up from the floor-to-ceiling window, changed into clean clothes, and locked the thumbscrew given by Grandpa Xia into the drawer.

Xia Yang went to the hospital alone. He was very calm and never mentioned Xu Jiming's name from the beginning to the end.

Grandpa Xia seemed to have sensed it, and he never mentioned Xu Jiming.It just looks more melancholy.

The days passed by like water, Xia Yang took a long vacation, and he devoted all his energy to accompany Grandpa Xia.Don't think about anyone else, anything.

Xu Jiming seemed to have evaporated from the world, but the nurse came to take care of him every day.

A few days later, Han Ling and Xu's father came to the ward again. They were in great spirits, with bright smiles on their faces. Han Ling sat by the bed and said to Grandpa Xia: "Uncle Xia, come here this time, I have I have good news for you. I am going to get married."

Grandpa Xia's hands under the quilt trembled, he nodded calmly, and then closed his eyes, as if trying to hide his true emotions.

Han Ling tucked the quilt up for him, and said with a smile, "So, Uncle Xia, you need to get better as soon as possible, and I'm still waiting for you to drink the wedding wine."

Outside the ward, Xia Yang withdrew his hand to push the door, and took a hurried step back, just in time to collide with the rushing nurse behind.

"Oh." The little girl exclaimed, frantically holding the tray in her hand.

"Sorry, I didn't notice you."

"It's all right." The little nurse glanced at Xia Yang,

A blush flew across his face, "Be careful next time."

Xia Yang admitted his mistake with a good attitude, and at that moment the door opened.

Father Xu glanced at the two people standing outside the door: "What's wrong?"

The nurse smiled, turned and left.

Xia Yang said, "Uncle Xu."

Han Ling got up and smiled, "Yangyang, come in quickly, I have something to tell you."

Xia Yangqiang pulled himself together and asked calmly, "Aunt Han, what's the matter?"

Han Ling took Xia Yang's hand and said with a smile: "I discussed it with your Uncle Xu. You and Mingming grew up together and have the best relationship. I want you to be Mingming's best man. Look, is it okay?"

best man?Xia Yang's fingers curled up slightly, he withdrew his hand and took a step back, "Aunt Han, I may not be able to help you."

Han Ling didn't force it, and said, "Okay, you still have to greet Uncle Xia, and you really don't have that much time."

Xia Yang said: "By the way, I don't know yet, who is the bride?"

"Look at this child. It's the girl I saw at our house during the New Year. She's a perfect match."

Chen Ruolin?

Xia Yang bent his lips and pulled out a smile: "Auntie is right."

——He once swore that they were just acting, and he said he loved him.

——Xu Jiming, how many things have you kept from me?

After Han Ling and the others left, Xia Yangku was sitting in front of the hospital bed, and as dusk fell outside the window, he suddenly felt someone touch his fingers.

Xia Yang came back to his senses, "Grandpa, are you awake? Would you like something to eat?"

In fact, the old man hadn't slept all this time. He stroked the back of Xia Yang's hand with his thin fingers and asked, "Will you go to his wedding?"

Xia Yang held the old man's palm with his backhand and pressed it against his forehead, "Grandfather, when you are well, let's go, leave City B, and go to a place where no one knows us."

The old man nodded: "OK."

Xia Yang said, "Do you want to sleep a little longer?"

The old man shook his head, his cheeks showed a blush, and he looked much healthier than the previous few days.He laughed: "I feel in good spirits and don't want to sleep. Talk to me."

"Okay, what do you want to talk about?" Xia Yang turned away and quickly wiped the corners of his eyes.

"Let me tell you about how grandpa chased your grandma when he was young."

Xia Yang smiled: "I've said it many times, and I've memorized it all."

The old man groaned, and cast a sideways glance at him, expressing his doubts.

"Grandma went to visit relatives in the countryside, and you fell in love with it just by looking at it." Xia Yang said coherently, "You said it was summer at that time, and grandma was wearing a pink floral dress, which was very beautiful. If you didn’t dare, you sneaked a look at it at night, and happened to see grandma taking a bath, and when you ran away, you were bitten by a dog and fell into the pit. It was grandma who fished you out.”

Grandpa Xia laughed himself after hearing this, and he said reminiscently, "Your grandma, in the words of your young people, is a woman."

Xia Yang said: "Well, although I haven't met grandma, I know that grandma is a very good person just from what you said."

Grandpa Xia held Xia Yang's hand and continued talking. He seemed to be reviewing his life, from childhood to growing up and getting old.

He talked over all the important and trivial things

"... □□, passbook, I put them all in the bedside cabinet."

Xia Yang said, "Why do you think of saying this?"

"key……"

Xia Yang interrupted him, "Just keep it, my salary is enough for us and my father to live on. There is no need to touch the money. When you are discharged from the hospital, we are discussing how to spend the money, how about going on a trip?"

Grandpa Xia shook his head and said, "I put the key under the quilt in the closet, don't forget it."

"It's fine, what are you talking about?"

Grandpa Xia's eyes were full of nostalgia and reluctance, and he slowly stretched out his hand to Xia Yang, stroking his cheek/cheek gently.

Xia Yang gently rubbed the old man's rough palm.

Grandpa Xia suddenly laughed: "I'll sleep for a while, Yangyang, good night."

Xia Yang turned his face away and kissed the old man's palm: "Good night."

Xia Yang did not expect that this was the last time he would say goodnight to his grandfather.

At three o'clock in the morning, Xia Yang woke up from a nightmare. He got up and poured himself a glass of water, then fumbled to tuck his grandfather in the blanket.

Xia Yang's heart trembled when his fingertips touched the cold skin, and he groped in the dark and put his hand on Grandpa's neck.

Suddenly he took a step back, opened the door and rushed out.

--"doctor!"

·

"Condolences."

The doctor sighed and patted Xia Yang on the shoulder.

Like a wooden man, Xia Yang stuck in place, unable to move or smile.He numbly watched the white cloth slowly cover the old man's face, until the nurse pushed the old man out, he finally stretched out his hand and grabbed the handle of the bed.

The nurse looked at him in embarrassment, and several doctors standing aside repeatedly persuaded him.

Xia Yang didn't cry hysterically, he shed tears calmly, and the tears fell down one after another, which was shocking to watch.

At this time, a person broke through the crowd and rushed in, grabbed Xia Yang's hand, covered his eyes and dragged him aside.

Han Rui coaxed softly: "Don't do this, let Grandpa go at ease."

It wasn't until then that Xia Yang burst into tears.

He was crying so sadly that it was heartbreaking, Han Rui slid slowly to the ground with him.

"Cry, cry." Han Rui comforted softly, "It's all right if you cry."

"It's okay, I'm here." Han Rui's eyes were red, he pressed the back of Xia Yang's head, and gently combed his hair with his fingers, "It will all pass."