After the cold beauty turned into a small milk cat

grandparents story

In the hospital ward, it seemed a little quiet.

Listening to Lin Xingmo's words, Old Master Cheng had a look of deep sadness in his eyes. He looked up at the sky outside the window, tears blurred his eyes, and he seemed to see something.

Deep nostalgia appeared on his expression, but slowly, it was replaced by a relieved smile.

"I miss her too."

Old Master Cheng lowered his head, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped his eyes.

He smiled and said, "Do you want to hear the story between me and your grandma?"

Lin Xingmo sniffed, and Xu Yi also handed him a handkerchief at the right time. After wiping away his tears, he nodded.

"Grandpa Cheng, I want to know."

Old Master Cheng didn't speak in a hurry, but with trembling hands, he took out a pocket watch from his pocket.

The old metal pocket watch looked very old. He gently pressed it open to reveal the dial inside and the photo inlaid on the other side.

It was a black and white photo, well maintained, except for a little yellowing, it was like new.

Old Master Cheng wiped the mirror lightly with a handkerchief, and infinite tenderness appeared in his eyes.

He held up his pocket watch and showed it to Lin Xingmo.

Lin Xingmo looked at the young woman in the photo, and blinked in surprise.

this is not……

Grandpa Cheng's goddess?Could it be that……

"Yes, this is your grandma." Old Master Cheng said with a smile, "Her name is Chen Yujun, isn't it very nice?"

Lin Xingmo looked at the woman in the photo seriously, and nodded when he heard that, "Well, it sounds good."

This was the first time he knew grandma's name.

Before becoming his grandma, she was once such a beautiful girl, and someone still deeply admired her...

Mr. Cheng continued: "She is my little junior sister. From the first time I saw her, I was deeply attracted by her."

"She is very good. We have a lot of common language in painting. She prefers colorful and realistic oil paintings, and I prefer ink and wash, but this does not affect our communication in painting."

"It's a pity that I was still a lump of wood back then. I liked her so much, but I never expressed my heart to her."

"A lot of things happened in those days..."

"Later we were separated in two places due to various accidents. When I saw her again, she was an art teacher in a middle school in Jiancheng. She was married and her children were seven or eight years old."

When Old Master Cheng talked about this past event, his old voice was full of regret, but more of a rejoicing.

"I regretted it for a while, why didn't I recognize my heart before we separated, if I told her at that time, Yujun, I love you, would we have a better ending ?”

The old man took back the pocket watch he was holding, looked at the woman in the pocket watch, and said softly: "At that time, she should also be interested in me..."

Lin Xingmo was fascinated by this, and the hand held by Xu Yi unconsciously tightened, and he also held him back.

"But it didn't take long for me to figure it out."

Old Master Cheng showed a relieved smile, "I like her, I have her in my heart, and I don't want to make her suffer."

"We've been separated for so long. Could it be that she's been waiting for me? That kind of life is too hard...I can't bear it. "

It is enough for him to taste that taste alone.

"Later, I wandered outside for a few years, and was finally transferred back to Jiancheng."

Old Master Cheng smiled. Recalling that period of time, his eyes shone with brilliance.

"I didn't dare to get too close to her, fearing that it would have a bad influence on her, so I found a new job on the other side of the small town, and I drove by their school every day, looking at her from a distance."

"Your father was naughty when he was young and always made her angry. I can only worry about it, but the older he grows up, the more promising he is. Not only did he get admitted to a university outside, but he also settled down there."

"We have also gradually become old men and old ladies, so we don't have to worry about other people's gossip anymore. My courage has grown, and my contacts with her have gradually increased."

"Your grandfather probably saw something, but he never made it clear, pretending to be confused."

Speaking of Lin Xingmo's grandfather, Mr. Cheng snorted, "If Yujun and I hadn't separated because of an accident, what would happen to that kid?"

"Later we became chess friends. Occasionally we played chess and drank wine. Your grandma and I drew pictures, and he studied cooking."

"I learned the skill of cooking sugar water from your grandfather."

Old Master Cheng winked, "It was because he was good at cooking that he tricked your grandma into marrying him."

Xu Yi couldn't help pricking up his ears when he listened.

However, the old man's voice quickly became low.

"I thought that life would go on peacefully like this, the three of us grow old together, but you don't know which one will come first, tomorrow or the accident."

Lin Xingmo thought of his grandfather, he had no impression of him, so...

"Your grandfather has a heart attack. He was only in his 60s, and he was admitted to the hospital because of a myocardial infarction."

Speaking of his former rival in love, Mr. Cheng's tone was very lonely, "We sent him to the best hospital and hired the best doctor, no matter the cost, but we couldn't save him in the end."

Looking at Old Master Cheng's expression, Lin Xingmo couldn't help but feel sad as he imagined the scene at that time.

These are all things he never knew...

"Grandpa Cheng..."

The old man waved his hand, "I'm fine. After so many years, time is the best medicine. Now I can also treat these as stories and tell you calmly."

"After your grandfather left, Yujun was depressed for a while, but slowly came out again."

"She loves life very much, and she also loves beauty. After your grandfather left, she thought about it and picked up her old craftsmanship again. Every time she went out, she had to dress up beautifully."

"She doesn't care about other people's gossip. Gradually, there are other suitors."

Speaking of this, the old man's tone was a little pan-acid.

"However, she didn't accept anyone's pursuit, including me."

Old Master Cheng sighed in his heart. He often thought, if there hadn't been that car accident, if he had been given a little more time...

But life is impermanent, so what if?

"And then there will be you."

Old Master Cheng looked at Lin Xingmo as if he were looking at his own grandson.

"Your parents worked hard outside and gave birth to a second child. They really couldn't take care of you, so they handed you over to your grandma."

"In the beginning, Mr. Yu was actually quite reluctant to take you. After all, how tiring is it to take care of children?"

Lin Xingmo blinked, is... is that so?

"But you were really good when you were young, and you were so beautiful, even more beautiful than a New Year's picture doll. After a few days, she liked you very much."

As Lin Xingmo imagined, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up, revealing a slight smile that he didn't even notice.

"She's all day long. Momo is long and Momo is short. My ears are covered with calluses. Such an old lady who loves beauty, in order to take care of you at first, she didn't even think about dressing up when she was busy."

"Later, I moved upstairs to your house, and occasionally helped out, and life gradually got better..."

"Thinking back on that time now, it's still so happy."

After Mr. Cheng finished feeling, he looked at Lin Xingmo again, suddenly raised his skinny hand, and stretched it out towards the young man.

Lin Xingmo was stunned for a moment, then reacted, bent down and sent his head over.

Then, as in the past, the old man stroked the top of his hair gently.

"Momo, you are Yujun's baby, the child we brought up together, she has devoted endless love to you, and her only wish is that you can live happily."

The old man withdrew his hand and said lovingly: "In the future, if you miss her, come to me and let's talk together. I am also very willing to listen to your thoughts about her."

Lin Xingmo looked into the old man's eyes, and for some reason, he still missed grandma so much, but the sadness and heartache gradually calmed down.

"okay, I get it."

He said softly, "Thank you for telling me this, Grandpa Cheng."

Mr. Cheng smiled, "Get well soon, and then come to my house, I have something for you."

The author says:

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