Dead after eight years [rebirth]

Because he wanted to accompany old man Zhang, Cheng Nan got up very early, got up to wash at dawn, and after washing, he laid down on the edge of the bed and made trouble with Cheng Shuibei, poking his cold fingers into his shirt along his collarbone. Cheng Shuibei must be woken up.

"Cheng Shuibei, get up quickly, grandpa is waiting impatiently!"

It's not that Xiao Cheng wants to stay in bed, it's because he didn't sleep well last night. Cheng Nan couldn't fall asleep after changing the bed, and Cheng Shuibei didn't feel any better. He tossed and turned all night and was kicked by Cheng Nan until dawn squint.

"Get up, get up, lazy pig!"

Cheng Nan was too noisy, jumping up and down in the room, Cheng Shuibei was unbearable, and after wailing to the sky, he got up helplessly.

He discussed it with brother Zhang yesterday, and today he and Cheng Nan went to deliver breakfast to old man Zhang.

Cheng Nan was not willing to treat his grandfather badly, and almost emptied the breakfast shop with the money Cheng Shuibei earned from cooking instant noodles. The two of them carried big and small bags, and they didn't arrive at the ward until almost nine o'clock.

Cheng Nan was small, and his legs moved quickly. He rushed upstairs in a few steps, and stood at the stairs to urge Cheng Shuibei to hurry up.

"Don't wait for me, you go first, I'll take a break." Cheng Shuibei was so exhausted after being led by the child all the way, gasping for breath while holding on to the railing, he waved his hand to drive Cheng Nan over first.

He didn't like sports in the past, and Zhang Ci'an went to the gym for two days to fool around. After returning, although he worked hard every day, he couldn't keep up with the vitality of a ten-year-old child.

Cheng Shuibei took a few breaths, had almost rested, and continued to climb up with vigor.

Walking past the nurse's station, Cheng Shuibei also greeted the angel in white on duty. Before he could say a word, he saw Cheng Nan standing in the corridor with his things in his hands, and did not enter the ward.

The child looked stunned, and the hand holding the bag seemed to be shaking.

Cheng Shuibei's left eyelid jumped up violently, feeling panicked, he strode up to Cheng Nan and asked, "Why don't you go in?"

Cheng Nan didn't speak, just shook his head and pointed in the direction of the ward.

The door of the ward was not closed, and the inside was full of people and chaos.

Brother Zhang stood at the back of the crowd, directing the few people around the ward to do something.

Cheng Shuibei stuffed the things in his hand to his brother, rushed into the ward regardless, and squeezed into the crowd.

There was an unfinished drip bottle hanging on the infusion stand beside the bed, and the old man on the hospital bed was lying quietly, not breathing.

Brother Zhang saw Cheng Shuibei, and pulled him aside to explain: "My uncle died suddenly at night, and he got up at eight o'clock in the morning, and I'm going to take him home now."

Cheng Shuibei could no longer hear what others were saying, his mind was buzzing, and his eyes were dazzled by the blinding paleness of the sheets.

Didn't it mean that I just fell down? Didn't it be fine yesterday? How did it become like this?

Waiting until eight o'clock in the morning, are you waiting for them to deliver breakfast?

Cheng Shuibei looked at the old man's thin body, and couldn't help but want to rush through the crowd of people carrying his spirit and pull him up.

Get up, Cheng Nan bought you steamed stuffed buns, there are three kinds of fillings, and your favorite meat pie, get up and try...

"Little brother, we're going home now. Shall Nong go with the kid?" Big brother Zhang's thick arms tightly wrapped around Cheng Shuibei's back, and also supported his body that would be paralyzed almost at any moment.

Brother Zhang's words woke up Cheng Shuibei.

Yes, there are children, Cheng Nan is still in the corridor.

Cheng Shuibei bit his lip hard to stay awake, and with red eyes, he pulled his frightened brother to the end of the corridor.

Cheng Nan's fingers were already scratched with red marks by the plastic bag. Cheng Shuibei wanted to take them, but he couldn't break his fingers.

"Grandpa Zhang, he..."

Cheng Shuibei finally mustered up his energy to explain something to Cheng Nan, or just lied to the children that grandpa was asleep, but before he could lie, his brother interrupted him.

The two brothers looked similar when they were sad. Cheng Nan's eyes were also red, with tears shining in his eyes: "Grandpa is gone, right?"

The truth was revealed by Cheng Nan, and Cheng Shuibei's good-natured lie choked in his throat, and after sobbing for a long time, he nodded heavily.

The little old man who was lying on a chair singing opera with a kettle on his back and a fanny pack, left.

Before leaving, he handed over the newsstand and Cheng Nan's family to the new helper.

He paid off all the money and left without any worries.

"But he hasn't tasted the buns I bought yet..."

Cheng Nan tightly held the hand holding the bun, and countless tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

The ten-year-old child was crying outside the ward, thinking of the old seller who would give him an extra half of corn.

Cheng Shuibei's 26-year-old heart and skin can only hold his brother tightly in his arms, silently holding back the tears in his heart.

"I... I haven't introduced Grandpa Zhang to Brother Ci, I haven't taken the No.1 exam yet, I haven't sold out the ice cream yet..."

Every time Cheng Nan said a word, his tears doubled, and his little head was squeezed on Cheng Shuibei's shoulder, trembling slightly with the crying.

"Cheng Shuibei, I will never see Grandpa again."

In Cheng Shuibei's memory, he had no memory of his grandfather.It is said that his hometown is too far away from here, and it is also said that his father and his family are in a stalemate, and he does not know what his grandfather should look like.

Cheng Nan didn't know either.

But old man Zhang gave Cheng Nan real care with pure love.

He is Cheng Nan's grandfather.

Cheng Shuibei tried his best to comfort his brother: "Don't cry, don't cry, Grandpa will be sad when he sees it."

Cheng Nan looked up from his arms, sobbing and asked, "Can Grandpa see me?"

His eyes were so sincere that Cheng Shuibei had to make up a lie to coax him.

"I can see you. When you left, your soul was still there. Grandpa can see you naturally. Don't cry, okay?"

If he could really see it, why didn't he see Zhang Cian coming home from get off work after he jumped off the roof?

A group of people sent old man Zhang's body to the car, and brother Zhang turned back and asked if they wanted to go with them.

Cheng Shuibei wiped away the tears from the corners of Cheng Nan's eyes, and asked his brother softly, "Do you want to send grandpa off for the last time?"

Cheng Nan glanced at Cheng Shuibei, then at the strange uncle next to him, and nodded slowly.

The van carrying the spirit body drove through the crop field, and Cheng Shuibei and Cheng Nanwo bumped on the field in the three-horse carriage carrying people at the back. They bumped for half an hour before returning to the old man's house.

The dilapidated small courtyard was located alone in the field at the west end of the village. Cheng Shuibei jumped out of the car holding his brother's hand, and walked in behind the crowd.

Old man Zhang's family is lonely, and even the funeral has to be done by two elderly elder brothers bending over and running back and forth. Several nephews and grandchildren are busy, and Cheng Shuibei and the others are the only ones here. People who are not related to old man Zhang can only stay next to the room where the spirit stops, waiting awkwardly for the last moment.

Old man Zhang's son and daughter-in-law were all buried in the west, and two days later, old man Zhang would be buried in the same dust.

August is gradually autumn, and a gust of wind blows up at night, shaking off the dead leaves all over the courtyard.

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