Strive for Science

The old man held a black and white photo in his hand. A woman with a ponytail was wearing a loose and ill-fitting earth-style shirt. She was sitting on a chair with a stiff smile, holding a chubby child in her hand.

He had seen this photo at home, it was a photo of his father and grandma when they were young.

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

Shen Chang'an turned his head to look at Daonian: "Why are you standing up, do your feet hurt?"

"It's not particularly painful."

"It doesn't hurt very much, then it still hurts." Shen Changan supported Dao Nian's arm, "Lean on me."

Dao Nian leaned on him, and if he hadn't been taller, he would probably have performed a live interpretation of what it means to be a little bird.

Hades felt that he had no eyesight to read on, and if he read on, he would wonder if there was something wrong with the way of heaven.

"When I was young, the relationship between my mother and grandma was not very good. Grandma always thought that my mother was too busy with work to take good care of my dad." Shen Changan recalled the blurred episodes when he was a child, "My dad replied that he should be a big man. Take care of my mother, not my mother to take care of him. Because of this, grandma lost her temper and never lived with my parents again after returning home."

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

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

She was forced by her grandma to drink talisman water with a strange smell, scolded by her grandma for restraining her father and mother, beaten and starved and fined to kneel down, and finally almost killed by her grandma, just because she thought that her father would come back after he died.

"Go." Shen Changan took a deep breath, grandma became the shadow of his childhood, but his father raised him, for his sake, he was willing to take this trip.

Everyone said she was crazy, but the old lady thought she was sober.She remembered that her son was so good that he might have done it. The most handsome boy in the town was her son.

Her son is a special soldier, and later became a policeman, wearing a big cap, amazing.

Shaking her hands, she 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 was lying outside the window of her room, "Every day you say that your son is amazing, but you didn't end up dying alone, bullshit, shameless!"

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

"Liar, liar, a liar who has no descendants." The lunatic clapped his hands and shook his head outside, but was discovered by doctors and nurses in the mental hospital and dragged him back.

The old lady felt that her hearing was very good today. Even though the lunatic had been dragged away, she still heard her scolding herself for being a liar who had no descendants but boasted that she had a son.

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

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

but……

he died?

he died!

The old lady opened her mouth, but found that she couldn't cry out, couldn't shed tears.

"No son, no descendant!"

Those lunatics actually started singing?

"Crazy woman, old liar."

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

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 takes the No. 1 exam in the class.

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

As long as he is willing to trade his life for his life, her son can come back to life.

But she tried everything, but she couldn't save her son, and Shen You didn't die.

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

Shen You...

Shen You has been taken away.

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

However, she lost her son's son.

"Lonely old woman, no one pays attention, no one looks at it, and when she dies, there is only a coffin board." The lunatics outside are still singing, she despises them, and they despise her.

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

She is the most normal mind in this hospital.Those doctors and nurses are also mentally ill and not sober.

Breathing became more and more difficult, she clutched the photo in her hand, her son...why didn't he come to pick her up?

The door of the room opened slowly, and she turned her head to look with difficulty. Is it her Akang?

No, not Akon.

The young man who entered the room was in good shape, with fair and tender skin, and two small dimples on his cheeks, which made people like it at first sight.

It's a pity that such a good child has a brain problem and was sent here?

The young man got closer and closer, his expression was very strange, the old lady thought, did he come to snatch her photo?With trembling hands, she tried to hide the photo under the quilt, but her hand had no strength at all, and the photo slipped between her fingers and fell to the ground.

"My Photo……"

Don't grab her picture!

Don't grab her picture!

Shen Changan looked at the photo that fell on his shoe, bent down to pick it up, and put it in the old lady's palm.I haven't seen her for more than ten years. The old man is much older than he remembered, and she is also much dry. Her whole body seems to be withered, and her voice is full of lifelessness.

The way she looked at him was strange.

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

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

"I have……"

The old lady kept muttering something, and Shen Changan listened carefully for a long while before she heard that she said "she has descendants".

There was a disinfectant smell of potassium permanganate in the room, as well as an unpleasant smell of the elderly. He looked up at the ceiling, which was originally white but was now somewhat yellowed, waiting for the moment of her death to come.

At this moment, his heart was extremely quiet, without resentment, blame, and of course no sadness.

He even began to wonder if Dao Nian would be bored waiting for him outside the yard, would it be cold?

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

"What a pity." She said to him, "you are still so young, how did you get sent to this place?"

"I'll come to see you." Shen Changan looked at her and replied, "Leave after watching."

"You don't know me, why did you come to see me?" The old lady smiled, "You are very sick."

Shen Changan looked at her and didn't speak.

"I'm going to die." She sat up, straightened her somewhat messy hair, and wanted to go to the narrator's recliner and sit down.

Shen Changan stretched out his hand to help her, the old lady's hand was very cold.He remembered that there was a saying in her hometown that when an old man dies, don't lie on the bed, otherwise he will carry the bed on his back after death, and the next life will be hard.

In just a few short steps, it seemed that all the strength of the old lady had been exhausted, and her bright eyes gradually dimmed.

"Young man, you are not my relative. It is unlucky to be next to a dead person. Go out." The old lady touched the photo on her chest, "I, I am going to find my son."

Shen Chang'an didn't understand, why she could be so kind to a stranger, but so ruthless and cruel to the young him?

"I have a grandson who is about your age." The old lady closed her eyes and her voice became smaller and smaller, "Later, someone told me that as long as he is willing to change his life, my son can come back. But later, my son didn't come back, and I lost him too. Do you think my son will forgive me?"

Shen Changan's lips moved, but he didn't speak.

He felt that the old man on the recliner had lost his breath.

She is dead.

Soul light flew out from her chest, lingering around the photo on her chest.

"I don't know if he will forgive you." Shen Changan looked at the soul light, "You should go, don't miss the world."

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

"Mr. Shen, please express your condolences." Half a minute later, doctors and nurses entered the room, and they skillfully carried the old man onto a stretcher and covered her body with a white cloth.

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

The doctors and nurses are very familiar with the family situation of each patient, and naturally they also know that the old lady in this room, her son is a very great martyr, but after her son died, the old lady went crazy, abused her grandson at home, and said What as long as the grandson dies, the son can come back and so on.

Over the years, the old lady's grandson has never appeared. She never thought that before she died, her grandson would come out to meet her.

Looking at the small white flowers on the body, the doctors and nurses sighed in their hearts, in this life, the madness is over.

Love and hatred, grievances and entanglements, all become clouds of smoke in the face of death.

Shen Changan walked out of the house and saw Dao Nian and Yan Wang still waiting for him.He walked up to Daonian and said calmly, "Let's go back, Uncle Zhao's cooking is getting cold."

"Okay." Daonian patted Shen Changan's shoulder lightly a few times.

Yan Wang waved away all traces of their presence, and led the two of them from the mental hospital in the imperial capital to the gate of Dao Nian's house.

Looking at the familiar gate, Shen Changan turned around to thank Yama, and found that Yama had left at some point.

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

Shen Changan led Dao Nian through the garden, and the workers who were tidying the garden greeted him with a smile, and when he entered the villa door, Liu Mao and Shen Tu also walked over with a smile.

They seemed to already know that Grandma Shen Changan had passed away, so they were all trying to make Shen Changan happy.

"You..." Shen Changan took a deep breath, raised his head and looked at the crowd, "Seeing that Dao Nian can walk normally, don't you have any ideas?"

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

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